WISH LIST by Belinda Williams #ReleaseBlitz @TastyBookTours @bwilliamsbooks

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City Love #4
Belinda Williams
Released May 26th, 2016


Cate Harmon likes lists. While this
may serve her well as a financial planner, her girlfriends think that creating
a checklist for her ideal man is going a step too far. But she has one, and
she’s sticking to it.
Cate has always dreamed of starting
a family and settling down and yet she’s the only one of her close knit
friendship group still unattached. But that doesn’t mean she’s going to lower
her standards.
Enter Dave, a reformed bad boy with
gorgeous hair and eyes the wrong color. Dave doesn’t tick any of the boxes on
Cate’s list. It’s unthinkable that she would develop feelings for him, and yet
… Cate finds herself being drawn to Dave in a way she’s never felt before.
Will Cate confront the reasons
behind her list? Or will she risk losing a man who could be better than any
list she could ever dream up?
romance where opposites attract is perfect for fans of Rachel Gibson, Susan
Mallery, Victoria Dahl, and Susan Elizabeth Phillips.’

I handed him a few of our brochures and outlined the steps and costs involved in preparing a financial plan. I was careful to stress that it would be a long-term relationship. And that we’d be reviewing the plan regularly and reassess things if need be.

When I was finished, I offered him another smile. “Do you have any questions?”

“Why you?”

I hesitated, then forced myself to straighten in my seat. He was a potential client, like any other, I reminded myself. “It’s not just me you’ll be working with,” I explained, “there’s a team of us.”

“I know. But why should you be my main point of contact?”

I gave him an odd look. In the last twelve months, I’d had to sell myself and the firm’s services numerous times. Up until now though, no one had ever been so direct. I straightened in my seat. If he preferred direct, I’d give him direct.

“I’m a qualified tax accountant with a decade of experience working on the accounts of small to medium businesses. Last year I completed my diploma in financial planning. I’m retentive enough to never miss the detail but my experience means I’m good at the bigger picture, which is important when building a solid financial plan.”

“I read your bio on the website.”

“Oh, of course,” I said, flustered. He’d researched me beforehand. Completely understandable but disturbing nonetheless. Not to mention the cheesy image of me on the company’s website that I hated. “What else would you like to know?”

“What are you like to work with?”

I thought carefully for a moment. “I’m very pleasant to deal with.”

“Pleasant?” He smirked at me, and for the first time that day, those golden eyes seemed to light up.

Oh God, I had not just said that. Yes, it was the truth, but sometimes the truth sounded lame. “I’m also very responsive,” I said, a tad defensively.

OK, so he was grinning at me now.

“What I mean,” I said slowly, “is that I’m always available to talk. I make a point of making time for my clients.”

Dave nodded and appeared to be trying to swallow his grin.

I’d had enough. Yes, he was a potential client and a particularly attractive man, but he couldn’t just come in here and make fun of me. I was damn good at my job, and the fact was, the relationship between a financial planner and a client worked both ways.

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you like to work with?”

His smile faded at the challenging tone of my voice. “I’m sorry?”

“You, Dave. How am I going to find having a relationship with you?” I bit my lip. Whoops. Professional relationship, I desperately wanted to add, but it was too late now. I felt myself flush. Way to go, Cate.

His lips were twitching again. “I’m pretty easy going.”

“Sometimes that’s another word for lazy,” I shot back. OK, so perhaps that wasn’t quite so professional of me.

His eyebrows shot up, and I think he looked impressed. “No, Cate, I’m not lazy. I just learned a while back there’s only a few things in life that are worth getting really worked up about.”

Was he saying I was worked up? I didn’t care. “That’s it? You’re easy going?”

His smile was accompanied by a soft rumbling laugh. It was one of those smiles. I wasn’t sure if it was the sound of his deep chuckle or that he was offering me a rare glimpse of his happy face, but either way, it was enough to make a girl lose her breath altogether and clench her toes. And possibly other parts of one’s body, but I wasn’t going to think about that right now.

Once Dave was finished laughing at me, he rubbed a hand over his mouth, like he was trying to wipe the smile off his face. He had nice lips. He had quite a wide mouth and his lips weren’t really thick or too thin. They were just nice looking lips.

And I was sitting in my office, opposite a potential new client, assessing the virtues of his lips. Back to earth, Cate, I scolded myself inwardly.

He was still rubbing his lips thoughtfully.

Stop it! I wanted to shout.

To my relief, he dropped his hand. “I won’t lie, Cate. It can take a while to get to know me, but once you do, you’ll find I’m a decent sort of guy. I don’t enter into relationships lightly, so you can be sure if I choose you, I’ll be in it for the long-term.”

I stared at him. I knew, with every logical bone in my body, that he was referring to a professional relationship, but then why didn’t it feel like it?


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Belinda is a marketing communications specialist and copywriter
who allowed an addiction to romance and chick-lit to get the better of her. She
was named a top ten finalist in the Romance Writers of Australia Emerald Award
in both 2013 and 2014.
Her other addictions include music and cars. Belinda’s eclectic
music taste forms the foundation of many of her writing ideas and her healthy
appreciation for fast cars means she would not so secretly love a Lamborghini.
For now she’ll have to settle with her son’s Hot Wheels collection and writing
hot male leads with sports cars.
Belinda lives in Sydney and blogs regularly about writing and
reading at www.belindawilliamsbooks.com


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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

From Fake to Forever by Jennifer Shirk #ReleaseBlitz @entangledpub

Their arrangement is fake, but the attraction is real.
Grab your copy of From Fake to Forever by Jennifer Shirk, on sale today!
About the Book:
Sandra Moyer’s preschool is struggling, so when her sister suggests allowing a super-famous actor to research his latest role there, she reluctantly agrees. Except the actor turns out to be Ben Capshaw—a playboy who’s never serious, always joking around, and who knows zero about kids or being a parent. Case in point: his involvement in the untimely death of the preschool’s class pet…
Ben is enjoying teaching more than he thought he would, but that doesn’t mean he’s looking for a permanent position. Sure, he’s ready for more serious movie roles and less goofing off, but the buttoned-up, beautiful Sandra and her young daughter are more than he bargained for. Plus, Sandra still won’t trust him—what if it’s all an act, research for the role? As the lines between make-believe and reality blur, Ben will have to decide if love is worth casting aside the role of his life for a new role…that could last a lifetime.

Previously released as The Role of a Lifetime – (May 2008) and has been enhanced with new material.

From Fake to Forever by Jennifer Shirk Excerpts
“I’d love to come,” he answered.


“Hip, hip, hooray!” Hannah shouted as she galloped around the office.

Sandra gritted her teeth. Ben wasn’t helping the situation, standing there, laughing as her daughter jumped her little heart out. Frustration constricted in her chest, since she was left with no choice but to be the bad guy. No matter. She was used to it. The way she always made up excuses for her ex-husband, she had the bad guy routine down to an art form by now.

“Sweetie,” she said, taking her daughter by the shoulders, “Big Bens is a very busy”

“Sandra, I said I’d love to come.”

She looked up and saw he was serious. He really didn’t want her getting him out of lunch on the boardwalk. Huh. That was a new one to her. But out of habit, she tried one more time. “Aren’t you worried about being recognized?”

He flashed her a confident grin, reaching deep into his pocket, whipping out what looked like a black necklace and twirling it around his index finger.

“What’s that?” she asked.

Hannah’s little hands went for the object, but Ben yanked it out of her reach just in time. “Nice try.” He looked at Sandra, his grin widening. “It’s my eye patch.”

“Your eye patch,” she repeated dully. “Has this role you’re after changed to a pirates-of-the-Jersey-shore movie?”

“No,” he said with a chuckle. “Since you had me shave, it’s my new disguise. I stopped at a convenience store the other day and got accosted by two teenage girls who recognized me as soon as I reached for a gallon of milk. One of them even pinched my—”

“I get it,” Sandra said, holding up a hand.

“I’m just saying. Fame isn’t easy.”

Poor baby. “So now you honestly walk around wearing that thing?”

He answered her question by putting it on.

Oh, dear. She hated to admit it, but the eye patch looked good on him. Why was she even surprised? Of course it did. He was a handsome man, and now he made one heck of a handsome pirate. To her disgust, her heart even did a somersault.

That settled it. Ben coming with them to lunch had bad idea written all over it. She looked to Hannah, hoping for an ally, or at the very least, some kind of sign. “What do you think, sweetie? Do you want to go to lunch with a scary pirate?”

Pi-rate, pi-rate, pi-rate,” her little traitor began to chant, giggling and dancing around some more.

Not the sign she’d hoped for.

Sandra shrugged at Ben. “I guess you can come with us.”

“Arr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye at Hannah and hooked his thumbs in his pants. “This is the nicest your mom’s been to a poor old bloke like meself in days.”

Sandra poked a finger in his chest but grinned. “Don’t make me regret this, or you’ll walk the plank.”

He grinned back and, with that eye patch, turned kneemeltingly rakish in under ten seconds flat. “Aye, I won’t be asking you to make me Roger jolly, if that’s what has you worrying.”

She laughed. Then he surprised her by taking her hand in his and raising it up to his lips. “I’ve already given you me word,” he said huskily, still in his pirate character.

“Friendship and perhaps a kind word here and there ’tis all I’m after.”


Ben stood up and walked over to the windows, grabbing the attention of Missy and the rest of the class. His eyes swept around the floor a few seconds, and then he finally saw it. Holy crap, how could he not? That thing was huge.

“What’s the matter, Big Bens?” he heard Missy ask.

“Nothing.” Gargantuan spider, actually. But he didn’t want to announce that in case there were any squeamish kids in the room.

It was one mother of an ugly insect and—now that it began to move—remarkably fast for possessing those thick little legs. Being the he-man he was, he wasn’t about to let it get away so it could boast to all its hairy little friends. So he grabbed a heavy dictionary off the shelf, aimed, and then let the book drop. “Got it!” he called out.

The children shrieked. His head whipped up and around, trying to sort through the sudden mayhem. He’d had absolutely no idea ten little preschoolers had the ability to create enough noise to blow out an eardrum, but at that precise moment there was enough sound to fill a stadium. But even among the loud chatter, he heard some of the kids cry out, “Herbie!”


That thing had a name?

Ben’s eyes shot to Missy for an explanation, but she just stood there like a corpse with wide eyes bulging out and a hand raised to her mouth. Oh-kay. He obviously wasn’t going to get any support in that corner. He was officially on his own.

Great. Now what? He was going to make things much worse if he picked up the book and allowed the class to see the smeared-up guts of Herbie, so he simply froze, wishing for some big hook to come and yank him away.

Then his wish was granted.

Sandra, aka big hook, appeared at the door of the classroom with her no-nonsense line of attack that stomped out all the commotion around them. Oh, man. She was not looking happy with him, either—not that he’d seen her looking any other way. More bad timing on his part. She had a way of popping in on him when he wasn’t exactly his best. Too bad he couldn’t have screenwriters helping him out with choice lines in real life, because he could sure use a witty one now. Coming up with nothing on his own, he hiked his shoulders up at her, hoping she’d take it as a white flag being waved. However, Sandra didn’t seem ready to declare peace.

“Ah, Mr. Ben, a word, please?”

Uh-oh. This was bad. She was giving him an even more snotty tone than she had first used on him. He had to be more careful with what he wished for in the future. No more big hooks. Next time, he’d be much more specific and wish for a scantily clad woman with more than a significant amount of appreciation for movie stars. But one who still looked exactly like Sandra.

Where did that thought come from?

Sandra turned and disappeared, not waiting for his response. He supposed she thought it was automatic, a given that he’d ask how high when she said jump. But he followed her out anyway. Even the wrath of Miss Sandra was better than staring into the shocked little faces of those poor kids. He obviously needed more child training than he thought.

Once they were out in the hallway, he quickly tried to make amends. “Okay, maybe I didn’t use good judgment in that particular circumstance. But I—”

“Our theme this month is bugs,” Sandra informed him, pointing to the countless decorations of various bugs throughout the hall. “Are you blind or something?”

Ben took in his surroundings and blinked, strangely noticing them for the very first time. Hmm. Well, what do you know about that? “Uh…no, I saw your little bug things hanging around.”

“Right.” She shot him a withering glare before entering her of office.

He followed her in, running a hand over the top of his head. “Okay, I didn’t know. But I didn’t commit a felony, either. Like you never killed a bug before.”

“Never in front of the children.”

“What are you, some kind of tree hugger? Did you see that thing? It was a gross-looking spider.”

She whirled around to face him. “Yes, I know! Herbie, that gross-looking spider as you call it, is dead thanks to you.”

“Now, how was I supposed to know you had some kind of freaky school mascot?” he shot back. “What kind of place are you running here, anyway? Your daughter told me there was a bug. I saw it, the thing was scary and hairy, and I reacted. As an actor, I’m used to going with my emotions.”

Her arms folded tighter than a bed waiting for basic- training inspection. Her sleeveless cream-colored turtleneck accentuated her tanned, beautifully sculpted arms, and as she cocked her head, studying him—no, judging—with eyes like two deadly blue arrows, he’d never seen anyone look as captivating or as alluring in his life. And as a man—not an actor—he wanted to react to that as well.


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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

CLOSER TO SIN by Elizabeth Squire #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @SquireElizabeth #Giveaway

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Elizabeth Squire
Released April 1st, 2016
Escape Publishing
Squire brings a fresh voice to historical romance in this tale of intrigue and
Liliane Desailly travels to
Napoleonic France after receiving a plea for help from her French cousin. She
learns she is the key to fulfilling her grandfather’s legacy, but to do so she
must masquerade as a spy and courier secrets on behalf of the British

Sinclair Charlcroft is the British Admiralty’s
last hope. Napoleon’s Grande Armée is poised to invade Britain, an English spy
is missing and a traitor has infiltrated the Admiralty’s intelligence network.

Pursued by Napoleon’s agents,
Liliane and Sinclair cannot reveal their true identities until they unlock the
secrets of the legacy—and only then can they unlock the secrets in their
Guest Post:

Navigating Through Past Eras, by Elizabeth Squire – Guest Post

One of the most challenging aspects of writing a historical romance set in 1805 is imagining what everything used to look like. My historical novel, Closer To Sin, is partially set in France’s Boulogne-Sur-Mer region where Napoleon’s Grande Armée was amassed in preparation of an invasion of England. As is the case with most conflicts, there is no shortage of books and websites to provide detailed and accurate accounts of the conflict and the political machinations, but there is very little to also tells us what those cities looked like, and what role various monuments played in the conflict.

It was at this point, while writing Closer To Sin that I discovered the power of Google Earth—by dropping my little yellow man onto the map I was able to roam the towns and streets of France and identify buildings that would fit nicely into various scenes of the story.

oneIn one scene, Liliane and Sin, in search of an informant, find themselves in the village of Ambleteuse. Sin explains that the ancient structure, Fort Ambleteuse, was once an English stronghold, but was now used by Napoleon as a garrison to defend France.

In another scene, Liliane and Sin share a kiss while looking out upon the ancient walled town of Boulogne-Sur-Mer from the clock tower that stands in the middle of the town square.



Now, I’m not particularly know for my navigation skills, so you can imagine the surprise of my husband, when during a visit to France last September, I was able to navigate us to these landmarks as though I was a local! What delighted me the most was how each of the monuments lived up to my expectations and were as fascinating in 2015 as they were in 1805.

’s love of writing romance couldn’t be further from the life she had
carved out for herself. Raised in outback and rural Australia, Elizabeth was
determined to live a life vibrant with passion, travel, adventure and
discovery—other than the one she had already lived through the pages of the
innumerable she read and loved. And so, turning her back on a life in the bush,
she invested a lot of years chasing her dreams—she enjoyed a career as a
commissioned in the Royal Australian Navy, and counts white-water rafting the
Zambezi River, travelling by safari truck through Africa, and back-packing
through Eastern Europe with her young family as just a few of her many adventures.
amongst the adventure, the urge to write intensified as story lines and
dialogue continued to materialize from the recesses of her mind. She finally
accepted that the voices in her head were really characters enmeshed in the
tumultuous Georgian and Regency periods, vying for life on paper.
After a nomadic lifestyle, Elizabeth has now settled into her own home and
loves nothing better than bringing her passionate heroines and daring rakes to
life. She lives with her own hero and one true love, two beautiful daughters
and two delinquent miniature long-haired dachshunds. Closer to Sin is
Elizabeth’s debut novel.


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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Flash Point by Lani Lynn Vale #ReleaseBlitz @LaniLynnVale @EJBookPromos

Title: Flash Point
Series: Kilgore Fire Series #2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 2, 2016
Cover Model: Quinn Biddle
Photographer: Furious Fotog 
Masen Crisfield fell in love with Booth Jones when she was sixteen years old. Booth was the love of her life. The rock she needed to get her through the day. Then she rips his heart out while he’s deployed, leaving him wondering just what he’d done to warrant something so severe as a breakup that neither of them wanted.
Stubbornness is their middle name, and ten long years pass before either one of them try to breach the gap.

Circumstances force Booth to come home, and within an hour of him being back in his hometown, there she is. Right back in the forefront of his mind where he knows she shouldn’t be.

The day he starts his first civilian job at Kilgore Fire Department, his worst fear of seeing Masen is realized. And not only does he see her, but he sees her with another man. A fellow firefighter that he has to trust with his life.

It soon becomes apparent that they are both still just as much in love with each other now as they were the moment they met. But there’s a problem. Booth’s married, and Masen’s in a committed relationship.

They fight the pull with everything they have, but they’re both about to learn the true meaning of flash point as the two of their lives crash together. Their love consuming everything in its path.

“OMG, people!!!!  This book was fantastic!!! Really EVERYTHING I could only dream off, Lani Lynn Vale delivered!” – Gis Spot Reviews

“A beautiful story that truly tugs at your heartstrings!!!”- Reader review

“As usual, some tears, lots of laughter, and some serious needing to fan myself. Lani continues to outdo herself!” – MJs Book Blog and Reviews

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

Title: Shock Advised
Series: The Kilgore Fire Series #1
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 6, 2016 

Taima, a.k.a. Tai, is the last person people come to for help. He’s the fuck up…the bad boy…the guy that only looks out for himself.

Which couldn’t be further from the truth.

He’s fought hard to become the man he is today. He’s a hero in the public’s eye. A firefighter that the young all the way to the old turn to for help at the lowest point in their lives.

What people don’t know, though, is that he’s no hero. He’s the reason his sister is dead, and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to right that wrong.

Then one split second decision has him coming face to face with Mia Darling. The woman changes his life, making him reevaluate everything he thought he had figured out, and showing him the tenderness he never knew he needed.

Just like always, though, his luck runs out.

When the smoke settles, Mia’s gone, and Tai realizes there’s no way he can live the rest of his life without her. He’ll show her just how hard a bad boy will fight to get his woman back, and he’s not opposed to fighting dirty.


I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Flow (The Beat and the Pulse) by Amity Cross @amitycross #ReleaseBlast @EJBookPromos #Giveaway

Title: Flow
Series: The Beat and the Pulse #6
Author: Amity Cross
Genre: Fighter Romance Stand Alone
Release Date: June 2, 2016

Hamish “Goblin” McBride is a formidable cage fighter with a heart of solid gold…until the woman of his dreams smashes it to pieces.

The only things he has to soften the blow are his fists and the bottom of a whisky bottle. He’s got more than his fair share of problems and being heartbroken wasn’t part of the plan.

Enter Lori, the mysterious rock chick who works behind the bar at The Underground, the illegal cage fighting league that’s Hamish’s home away from home.

With a boatload of her own problems, starting something with Hamish might just be more trouble than it’s worth…

Or they might just be made for one another after all.

“The story lines are heartbreaking and brilliant with each character fighting their own battles outside the ring.” – Ramblings from Beneath the Sheets

“All in all a great book and one eager to please fighter fans!” – Alphas Do It Better Book Blog

“From the first word to the last word you will be hooked.” – Hooked on Books

Amity Cross isn’t her real name. That’s no secret. 
She is the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.
Amity lives in a leafy country town near Melbourne, Australia and can be found chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.
Don’t send help. She likes it.


I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

HANGING BY A THREAD by Jenna Sutton #ReleaseBlast @TastyBookTours @JSuttonAuthor #giveaway

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Riley O’Brien & Co. #3
Jenna Sutton
Releasing June 7th, 2016
Berkley Sensation
Thirty-year-old Bebe Banerjee is
desperate to get rid of two things: her fiancé and her virginity. Escaping her
arranged marriage might be impossible, but she refuses to give her firsts to an
entitled jerk who lives on another continent. Instead, she devises a plan that
guarantees another man will get her momentous firsts. But she never imagined
that man would be Cal O’Brien, the gorgeous heir to the Riley O’Brien & Co.
denim empire…
Although Cal has always been
fascinated by Bebe’s brilliant mind and beautiful eyes, he’s never pursued her.
She can’t stand the sight of him, and every time they’re in the same room, they
end up trading insults. Yet when he finds out about Bebe’s bold plan, he makes
his move, unaware of her upcoming nuptials. He promises to make her firsts unforgettable,
but he doesn’t know how hard it will be to forget her when their arrangement

Chaste. Untouched. Maiden. Pure. Innocent. The words that described a virgin might sound pretty, but the truth was downright ugly, at least in Bebe Banerjee’s opinion. She was convinced her virginity was the reason her heart raced, her breath seized, and her palms sweated whenever she was near Cal O’Brien.

Bebe surreptitiously studied Cal, trying to ignore the wave of lust that surged over her. If she’d had some experience between the sheets, she was sure she’d be able to handle the way he made her feel.

If she had gotten naked with a few guys, maybe she wouldn’t obsess about his glacier-blue eyes and his thick, dark hair. Maybe she wouldn’t notice the way his jeans clung to his tight behind and long legs. Maybe she wouldn’t fantasize about his lips, his smile, his big hands . . .

Bebe desperately wished she could just avoid him, but his little sister, Teagan, was her best friend. If she wanted to spend time with Teagan, she had to put up with Cal. She said no to a lot of Teagan’s invitations to hang out because of him, and she had to be very careful not to offend her best friend.

That was why the object of her X-rated fantasies stood next to her in a club-level suite at PacBell Park. The San Francisco Giants were in the playoffs, battling against the Atlanta Braves to win the National League pennant, and Teagan had invited her to attend the game in the Riley O’Brien & Co. suite.

Founded by Teagan’s great-great-grandfather, Riley O’Brien & Co. was the nation’s oldest designer and manufacturer of blue jeans. Americans had worn Rileys for nearly two centuries. In fact, Bebe was wearing a pair right now.

Teagan and her brothers were involved in the day-to-day operations of Riley O’Brien & Co. She managed the company’s law department, while her oldest brother, Quinn, served as president and CEO, and Cal handled global marketing and communications. Even Quinn’s wife, Amelia, was involved in the company, heading up the women’s division.

Beside her, Cal shifted slightly and took a pull on his Shiner Bock. He was close enough to touch, and she clenched her hands into fists just in case her fingers suddenly decided to act out her secret fantasies. He didn’t even look her way, and he probably wouldn’t unless he felt the need to toss an insult at her.

“How was Antigua?” Cal asked, directing the question to his sister and her new husband, Nick Priest.

“It was the most amazing place I’ve ever been,” Teagan said, her blue eyes shining and her glossy lips turned up in a smile.

Teagan and Nick had just returned from their three-week honeymoon to the Caribbean island. Both of them were glowing from their tans and their newlywed status.

“We were lucky we had our own private beach because Nick is apparently an exhibitionist,” Teagan added with a lustful gleam in her eyes.

Nick was a former professional football player, and he had been voted as one of the “Sexiest Men Alive” by People magazine. With his blond hair and bright green eyes, he was gorgeous, no doubt about it. But in Bebe’s opinion, he wasn’t nearly as gorgeous as Cal.

No one is as gorgeous as Cal.

Nick leaned down and whispered something into Teagan’s ear, something that was obviously naughty because her face turned the color of cherries. When he straightened to his full six-five and saw her red cheeks, he chuckled.

“You’re so bad,” Teagan muttered, lightly slapping Nick’s chest. In response, he grabbed her hand, hauled her up against him, and kissed her . . . with tongue.

Cal made a gagging noise. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, “do you have to do that in front of me?”

Teagan pulled away from Nick. “Please,” she shot back, her voice full of disgust. “Do know how many times I had to listen to my high school friends talk about you and your big—”

Much to Bebe’s disappointment, Cal covered his sister’s mouth with his hand and cut off the rest of Teagan’s sentence. She tried to pull his fingers away, and finally she got free by elbowing him in the stomach.

Laughing, Cal stumbled sideways into Bebe, almost knocking her over. He grabbed her forearm to steady her, his hand hot against her skin, and she gasped. Even the slightest touch from him made her pulse pound, and she tugged her arm to get away from him.

Instead of releasing her, his fingers tightened. She looked up . . . way up. He was almost as tall as Nick, and he loomed over her by more than a foot. He was a little leaner than Teagan’s husband but still solid muscle. His faded Giants T-shirt showed off his broad shoulders, impressive biceps, and ropy forearms. He’d paired the shirt with ancient Rileys that fit him like a glove and well-worn boots.

“Sorry about that, Cookie,” Cal apologized offhandedly.

“I told you not to call me that,” she snapped, trying to jerk her arm free.

She hated it when he called her Cookie, and he knew it. Of course, that was why he did it.

He had come up with the nickname right after he’d found out she had a medical degree in addition to her MBA and law degree. He’d claimed it was a better moniker than Bebe since she was such a smart cookie, but she knew it wasn’t a compliment.

“I thought you liked nicknames.” He smiled angelically and widened his eyes to look innocent. “You call Teagan kanya all the time.”

Kanya was Bebe’s nickname for her best friend. It meant “girl” in Hindi, the native language of her Indian ancestors. She had been born and raised in the United States, but using Hindi words was one way she stayed connected to her heritage.

“Teagan and I are friends,” she pointed out.

He got her message loud and clear because his eyes got all squinty. “I can be friendly.”

Yes, he could be friendly. In fact, he was friendly to everyone but her. He never had anything nice to say to her, and she returned the sentiment.

She wasn’t sure who had struck first, probably her, but now they launched verbal missiles at each other with frequency and precision. He went out of his way to be rude and antagonistic, and she did the same.

Bebe knew the real reason she acted like such a bitch around Cal. She liked him, and she didn’t want him to suspect how she really felt. She didn’t want to be the pathetic geeky girl with a crush on the hot guy.

Before Cal, she had never been attracted to any man. She’d never even experienced a high school crush because she had entered the ninth grade when she was twelve and had graduated when she was fifteen. She had immediately headed off to college, and she’d obtained two bachelor’s degrees in three years.

By the time she had been able to vote, she had been in her first year of medical school. She’d become accustomed to being viewed as a study partner rather than a sex partner.

She wasn’t oblivious, though, and over the years, she had noticed good-looking men. But she had never felt that zing of sexual attraction until she had met Cal four years ago. She hated the way he made her feel: gauche, nervous, and overstimulated. When he was near, sounds were louder, colors were brighter, and smells were stronger.

Right now, she could smell him, a panty-soaking aroma of warm male and expensive cologne. It was so delicious, she could barely concentrate on the conversation swirling around her.

“Even though Antigua was amazing, I’m glad to be home,” Teagan said, ignoring Cal and Bebe’s sniping. “I missed everyone. Mom and Dad. Quinn and Amelia. Bebe. Letty.”

“You didn’t miss me?” Cal asked, feigning hurt feelings.

Bebe knew Teagan had intentionally excluded Cal, trying to annoy him. The O’Brien siblings teased one another mercilessly. Their relationship was so different from the one Bebe had with her older brothers.

She rarely talked with Pritam and Ranjit, and when she did, they definitely didn’t tease her. They didn’t even call her Bebe. They insisted on referring to her by her full name, Bindu, which she hated.

“No. I missed Kim more than I missed you,” Teagan replied, referring to the woman who did her nails at the swanky spa she frequented.

Teagan’s snarky response made laughter well in Bebe’s throat. Before she could choke them back, giggles escaped her. Cal stiffened next to her, and she mentally prepared for their next verbal battle.

Ready. Aim. Fire.



Jenna Sutton is a former
award-winning journalist who traded fact for fiction when she began writing
novels. Surprisingly, the research she conducted for her articles provided a
lot of inspiration for her books.
Jenna is
the author of the Riley O’Brien & Co. romances including All the Right Places and Coming Apart at the Seams. She has a
Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Texas Christian University and a Master’s
degree in Integrated Marketing Communications from Northwestern University.
Jenna and
her husband live in a 103-year-old house in Texas affectionately known as “The
Money Pit”. You can find out more about her and her books by visiting


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