The title of my blog describes me to a tee, I recently got back into my love for reading and wanted to share my thoughts. I started enjoying a glass of wine to help me relax and find time for myself by reading a good book.
Becoming a father was never part of Jager McNeill’s
plan, until the heat between him and his luscious assistant turned into searing
passion. Now Delia Rickard is carrying his baby. After growing up without a
father, Jager’s determined to be there for his child. And marriage would ensure
that. But despite their chemistry, Delia’s unwilling to marry for anything less
A trip with Jager to Manhattan could change
all that. For in this enchanting city ablaze with Christmas lights, romance
begins to blossom. And a kiss under the mistletoe just might turn into lasting
okay, Delia?” The voice in her ear was familiar; she’d heard it nearly every
day for the past year, even if she hadn’t seen the man in person for weeks on
spluttered, the word ending in a cough.
it was foolish to be embarrassed since she had dived in the water to save a
child. And yet, it still felt terribly awkward to be caught with her dress up
around her waist today of all days when she’d wanted to make the perfect
hadn’t had a crush on him once upon a time, maybe she wouldn’t be tingling from
head to toe right now in spite of everything. But she feared if she tried to
swim away from him to escape all the feelings, she just might drown. She was
surprised to notice how far she’d drifted from the dock in her search. Behind
them, she noticed the transport skiff that Cyril had sent out to meet Jager’s
seaplane. Jager must have been arriving at the same time she’d jumped into the
my shoulders,” he told her, shifting their positions in the water so he faced
her. “I’ll tow you to the dock.”
nose with him, Delia stared up into his steel-blue eyes. She thought she’d
gotten used to his good looks in the past two years that they’d known each
other. His dark hair and sharp, shadowed jaw made for enticing contrasts to
those incredibly blue eyes. His hair had grown longer in the past months, as if
barber visits were the last thing on his mind. But the way the damp strands
curled along the strong column of his neck only added to the appeal.
she had the benefit of sensing the wealth of muscle in his athletic body where
he held her. Feeling the flush of heat course through her, she ducked deeper
into the cold water to hide her reaction to him.
“I can make
it.” Shaking her head, she scattered droplets from her wet hair. “I just needed
to catch my breath.”
attempted to paddle away, but Jager only gripped her tighter.
warmth of his chest through their clingy clothes roused an ache she should not
be feeling for her boss. Adding to the problem, the strapless bra she’d been
wearing had shifted lower on her rib cage where it did absolutely no good.
he ordered her, his voice as controlled as his movements. “You’re exhausted and
dry land is farther away than it looks.” He took one of her hands and placed it
on his right shoulder. Then, turning away from her, he very deliberately set
her other hand on his left shoulder.
He began to
swim toward the dock with measured strokes, towing her along behind him. Water
lapped over them in light waves. She felt every ripple of his muscles under her
palms as the light waves swished over them. She debated fishing one hand down
her dress to haul up her bra before they reached land, but decided the
potential scolding from Jager if she let go of him wasn’t worth it. So she
clung to him and gritted her teeth against the friction of her pebbled breasts
rubbing against his back. By now he had to be as keenly aware of her as she was
positive of this awkward reunion?
she had about talking business with him was utterly eclipsed by physical
awareness. So when they reached land, she clamped onto the dock, evenly met his
blue gaze and said, “I definitely deserve a raise.”
nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn't like. The author
of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently
focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by
nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her
life outlook perfectly--love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at
regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing
community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree
in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing
skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann.
When she's not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite
sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded
Genre: Holiday Second Chance Romance Release Date: December 13, 2017
Camilla Collins hasn't gone home in thirteen years. As much as she
loves her family, their tiny hometown in the folds of the Colorado mountains
holds too many memories. Memories of a life barely lived and a love barely
realized. No matter how she thrives, AJ Jenkins is the man she compares all
others too. He just so happens to be the one that broke her heart. Seeing him,
seeing the life she might have had with him, has been a very convincing reason
to celebrate the holidays in the Pacific Northwest, happy in the rain instead
of the snow. AJ Jenkins isn't exactly bitter and frigid. It's the below freezing
temperatures, the knee deep snow, and the death of his chronically ill father
dragging him down. That is until Cam Collins finally comes home for Christmas.
After thirteen years, he'd almost given up on seeing her. And was incredibly
happy about it. But thirteen is unlucky for a reason, and apparently that
reason is still a klutzy, gorgeous, living memory determined to poke holes in
his barely hanging on heart with death defying stilettos.
Barely behind me, Cam is bent over the pool table, angling at a difficult shot. Those painted on jeans accentuate curves I don’t remember her having. Curves I want to paw. Then there’s the mysterious tattoo. It cuts across cream colored skin and I want to lick it—lick her—despite everything between us. To make matters worse, she makes the near-impossible shot. The Cam Collins I know is three things: uncoordinated, callous and the world’s worst pool player. I’d had to help her with every shot she ever took, my body wrapped completely around hers, my hands guiding her every movement. Almost every time she’d look over at me rather than the ball.
But she’s well on her way to running the table.
How long has she had these skills? Did she develop them because I wasn’t there? My heart twists at the thought.
Or, worse, could she always do this, her mind so accustomed to angles and trajectories, but wanted my hands on her?
I don’t know why I’ve thought of the possibility, but it’s the most dangerous one yet because it sucks me back to that warm summer night when we’d played the best game of pool of my life. I’d helped her with each shot. She’d wiggled her ass up against my crotch too many times to count. Just when I thought I was going to have to take her home then jerk off, she’d grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the 13th green behind Molly Merithew’s house.
Crickets chirped, punctuating her labored breathing. There was the slightest warm breeze tickling my skin. I never asked if it was the breeze or me that peaked her nipples when she shimmied out of her white eyelet linen top. I couldn’t really ask anything as Cam stripped naked behind the willow trees and let me have her for the first time, bathed in moonlight. When we snuggled under the stars she wore nothing but my flannel.
I never got that shirt back. I’d sworn off anything remotely related to vanilla, too—that’s what Cam tasted like.
That’s what the hidden taste in the bourbon was.
Fuck pool. Fuck this delicious bourbon. And fuck Cam Collins.
Ace Gray is a self-proclaimed troublemaker and connoisseur
of both the good life and fairy tales. After a life-long love affair with
books, she undertook writing the novel she wanted to read, which culminated in
her first release STRICTLY BUSINESS and followed with, well, quite a few more.
When she’s not writing, she works in craft beer. Originally a small town,
Colorado girl, she now loves rainy days, shellac manicures, coffee shops and
bourbon—all of which are bountiful in her adopted home of Portland, OR where
she runs amok with her chef husband and husky pup.
I had it
all, or so I thought. Until my husband betrayed me and my entire world came crashing
down. I turned to alcohol and sex to numb my pain—a different city each night,
a new man in my bed. But I’m sober now, and I’m working my way back up the
country music charts.
the death threats started and I needed protection. When my new bodyguard walked
in the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes: the one man from my long spiral down
who I never forgot. The one who played my body like an instrument.
on the run from a madman and all I want is to forget about everything. To
pretend this isn’t my life. To lose myself in him. So I let him take control.
telling myself it was only sex, but I've done the unthinkable: I've fallen in
love with a man who can never love me back. Because Ash has demons of his
own—ones he never talks about and never will. I know I should walk away before
it’s too late. But I'm an addict, and I need him.
How do you
give up something you love, even when you know it’s bad for you? How do you
walk away from a man like Ash Devereaux?
USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes contemporary romance
featuring smart and sexy heroines and the men who adore them. When not writing,
Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in
search of inspiration for her next story. Her favorite foods are popcorn,
sushi, and French fries and she’s never met a Kelly Clarkson song she didn’t like.
For more information, visit http://www.rebeccanorinne.com.
They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.
Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.
I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission—to find out if the rumors were true.
Then one day, he caught me watching him.
I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.
Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor … He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
I throw the rest of my coffee down the sink, suddenly unable to stomach it. I wait for dad to leave for work before I bolt next door search of Nick. I find him just as he’s closing his front door. I glance at the car, where the kids are already strapped in.
“Hey,” he says with a smile. He frowns when he sees my expression.
“Do you need to tell me something, Nick?” I growl, with my hands resting on my hips.
The color drains from his face. “Fuck. He told you, didn’t he? I’m so sorry, Anna. I couldn't help it. He invited himself along. What was I supposed to say to the guy?” he says weakly.
“Jesus, Nick. How about no?” I retort, still in disbelief.
“I'm sorry,” he protests again. “I really had no choice. Short of saying hey, I'm fucking your daughter, there was nothing that would’ve gotten me out of this.”
“Fine,” I growl, knowing I can’t be angry at him for this. “So, what’s the plan?” I say, rubbing my temples.
“I hired a houseboat. For a week,” he muttered.
“A freaking houseboat?” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Jesus keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing at his car.
“You're telling me that for the next week, I'm stuck on a houseboat with my boyfriend, my father—who also happens to be my boyfriend’s best friend, and my boyfriend’s two kids?” Nick winces. “And you want me to keep my voice down?”
“Uh, is now a bad time to mention you dad just called me? He wanted to check that it was okay to bring Mandy.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, shaking my head. “He must’ve called you the second he left the house.”
This just keeps getting better and better. I liked Mandy, but it annoyed me that he made this big deal about us spending time together only to turn around and invite his girlfriend.
What the hell am I going to do?
Kayla is in such bad hysterics that she's practically falling off the kitchen counter when I tell her about the mess that is my life.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she huffs, barely able to spit the words out. “You've got to get me a ticket on that boat.”
“It’s not a fucking show, Kayla,” I growl. “There are no tickets.”
“Bullshit. This is going to be the show of the year,” Kayla giggles.
“Come on, please be serious, Kales,” I frown.
“I am being serious. You need me there,” Kayla says. The laughter is gone and there is nothing but honesty in her voice. The thing I love about Kayla is as crude and blunt as she can be, when you need her, she’s there. “I can help out with the kids and buy you more time alone with Nick. You think you’re gonna get any time with him without me there to cause a distraction?”
I think about it. Maybe having her there wasn't the worst idea in the world. If something went wrong and I needed an out, I know Kayla would figure something out for me.
USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense novel she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination constantly channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as brazen and kick-butt as she thinks she is.
Bane Vincent- ugh, just uttering his name causes acid to rise in my throat- is the biggest prick on planet Earth, and unfortunately, he's packing the biggest prick in the world in his pants, too. I only know that because I foolishly gave him my virginity when I was seventeen and he was nineteen.
Did I mention he's my older brother's best friend?
Prick and I haven't spoke to one another in almost five years...
Who knew a flat tire on the side of the interstate would bring him back into my life? Had I known my brother was going to send Bane to my rescue, I would have hitch hiked.
shopping. Forget baking. Forget company coming over tonight. Wouldn’t you
like to unwrap these 5 alpha males for the holidays?
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Shopping for a Billionaire by Julia Kent
Shannon is called to the mall to work as a sexy elf, her billionaire boyfriend,
Declan, gets roped into playing Santa.
Navy SEAL's Christmas Bride by Cora Seton
Christmas time at Crescent Hall, but don’t expect peace, harmony and goodwill
among men. Sparks are going to fly in an epic battle of the sexes, military
Lynn Raye Harris
woman who once walked out on him drops back into his life three days before
Christmas, HOT operator Billy "the Kid" Blake risks everything to
help her thwart a conspiracy.
Want for Christmas Is You by Blair Babylon—BRAND NEW! NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!
Valentine concert in Paris for Christmas. One chance to find true love. And
then the lead singer holds out his hand and pulls Brodie up on stage to play
the guitar. What if everything went impossibly, catastrophically right?
Billionaire's Christmas Vows by Gina Robinson
JINGLE! HEAR THOSE WEDDING BELLS RING… No one is feeling the holiday stress more than Kayla Green. Six months
pregnant, she's "married" to Seattle's youngest billionaire Justin
Green. But they've never actually said their vows to each other. This
Christmas, Kayla wants to give Justin something money can't buy—proof that her
love is real and forever, Christmas Eve wedding vows complete with a legal