Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Release Boost for Written in the Scars by Adriana Locke @givemebooksblog @AuthorALock

Title: Written in the Scars
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 20, 2016


Falling in love is easy.

Falling out of love is the hardest thing in the world.

And Elin and Ty Whitt are terrible at it.

The first time the local basketball star smiled at Elin, she was a goner. It was just so damn easy to fall for the dark-haired hometown hero with his charming smile and strong, athletic build.

Thousands of sleepy smiles, aimless drives down country roads, and squeaks of the backdoor after a swing shift later, reality hits. And it hits hard. Falling in love was definitely the easy part. Watching it break apart was impossible.

Through the tears, the second-guesses, the memories of a life built together, the world keeps spinning. With each turn comes clarity and hope—sometimes in the form of a pair of muddy boots by the back door or from the words of a wise friend.

When Ty shows back up with a new found determination to put his family back together, Elin's torn between the fights of the past and the possibility of a new start. This is the man that holds her heart, the man she loves beyond anything else. But this is also the one person in the world that can cause her the most pain.

Life’s not always easy. Love’s not for the faint of heart. But with life comes lessons and Ty and Elin have the scars to prove it. But it's their love written in those scars that will hold them together … or break them apart.

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Check out Adriana’s website for a Week of Giveaways, starting Monday, October 24th. You don’t want to miss this!

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“Locke has created magic!” - NYT Bestselling author SL Scott

“A book you must read—just keep the Kleenex close.” - NYT Bestselling author Melanie Moreland

“Written in the Scars is without a doubt one of the best books I’ve ever read, and I give it all the stars.” - author Rachel Brookes

“This book … one of the most emotionally powerful and beautifully written books I’ve ever read.” - BB Belle, Goodreads review

“A top read of 2016 … Impeccable and stellar!” - Dawn, Divas Book Lounge

“The words will seep into your soul.” - Books and Boys Book Blog

“What a beautiful book that left me in tears.” - Minxes Love Books

“There are no words to express how much this book affected me.” - Kristin, Book Lovers Obsession


I pull her into me, trying to put her, me, our life back together with my embrace. Her arms find my waist, and I hold her in the middle of the driveway, swaying back and forth in a moment I’ll never, ever forget. The feeling of my world careening back into focus, into the places it should be, nearly drops me to my knees with my girl in my arms.

“I should go in,” she says, looking up at me.

“It’s cold in there.”

She shrugs and I see her start to slip away from me again. Frantic, I struggle to find a way to stop it.

“Let’s go for a drive,” I suggest.

She looks at me warily.

“It’s just a drive,” I promise. “The house can warm up and then I’ll drop you back off, if that’s what you want. What can it hurt?”

“You won’t try to make out with me or anything, right?” she teases. “Because I know that look in your eye, Tyler Whitt.”

“Only if you ask,” I wink, opening the door to my truck and watching her climb in. Before I shut it, I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Hey, E.”


“Please ask.”

Author Bio

USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.

For sneak peeks, giveaways, and more, please join Adriana's Facebook Group, Books by Adriana Locke, or her Goodreads group, All Locked Up.

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Release Boost for Finding My Reason by Claudia Burgoa @givemebooksblog @Author_ClaudiaB

Title: Finding My Reason
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Genre: Adult Contemporary/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: October 19, 2016



It was only supposed to be a one night stand at a wedding.

I was supposed to have fun and move on.

But she infused my life with light and laughter.

Now I can’t breathe at the thought of her ever being out of my life.

Being apart from her suffocates me.

We agreed to stay together, until we didn’t make each other happy.

I wasn’t afraid of and, I was afraid of but. But what if I’m not enough for her to stay? 


I met this guy I really wanted to kiss.

I thought he was going to be just a crush who became my dream boy.

A perfect, delusional dream I would keep in my heart until I had my life in order.

He made me feel like I could take over the world.

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.

We agreed to stay together, until one of us wanted something different.

I wasn’t scared of but, I was scared of and. And what if he leaves? 

And our fairy tale came to an end.

But did it have to end or can we find a reason to stay?

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Once we enter and the doors close, she pushes a different number than mine. Is this over?

Not by a long shot.

“Why don’t you join me?” I insist. Grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Wanting to run my lips all the way up her shoulder and kiss her. Hard. Slow. Deeply. Instead, I think of the right words to keep her around for just a little longer. Long enough to taste her. “We can order as many movies as we want. The groom is paying.”

She bites her lip as if considering my offer. She glances around the elevator. But then she stops, connecting it with my gaze briefly. Her eyes move to my lips and linger there for a couple of beats before they drop to the floor. At least I think that’s where they are. Unless she’s looking at my pants, that can barely contain my throbbing dick. A kiss. At least one kiss before we say goodbye.

I step into her. Reaching out, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. She sucks in her breath; her eyes widen, but she doesn’t step back. I’ve been wondering what she tastes like, how it’ll be to kiss those plumped, shaped heart lips. Imagining the feel as I run my hands over her luscious curves and taste her, feel her body quiver under mine while she screams my name. My heart slams hard against my ribcage, but my lungs stop working because something inside my heart tells me that if we do more than kissing, I won’t be able to let her go easily.

The logical side of my brain suggests I turn around and leave. Call it curiosity, lust, or the fucking pull Jade has on me, but I push away all reason and let my heart lead. Just a taste. One kiss. Before I chicken out, I slant my mouth over hers. As we touch, the electrical current we produce increases, knocking me off my stride. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I want to taste more. All. Fuck, why did I wait so long to kiss her? I ask in silence as my hands tighten around her waist. She brings her arms around me. Pressing herself closer to me, my dick pushing hard against her abdomen. Our tongues dance as our kiss switches speeds. From sweet to demanding, to… I stop as the elevator’s bell dings and the doors open.

“This is me,” she says, catching her breath. Stepping out of the elevator, she turns around and waves at me. Her brown eyes watch me, and I want to understand what they’re saying, learn what she’s thinking, and… God, I’m screwed. “Thank you for everything.”

“When will I see you again?” I ask, holding the doors open. Missing her lips already.

Author Bio

Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.

She now lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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►► SURPRISE COVER REVEAL ◄◄ IN THIS LIFE by Christine Brae @ChristineBrae



Secrets ruin lives, and lies protect those secrets… 

Wanting to escape her life in New York City before starting medical school in the fall, Anna Dillon convinces her best friend Dante to travel with her to Thailand on a medical mission. While volunteering in a coastal village recently ravaged by a tsunami, Anna meets Jude Grayson. They share an instant attraction that leads to a brief, passionate affair. When she has to rush home for a family emergency, he promises to stay in touch.

But Jude never calls, and Anna tries desperately to forget him.

Five years pass, and Anna finally moves on with Dante after giving up hope that Jude will ever return—until they come face to face again in a chance encounter. Reeling, Anna discovers the life-altering secret of why Jude never contacted her—and why they can’t be together. But the passion that ignited between them on an exotic beach years ago never died, making it impossible to stay away from each other.

And Dante? Anna discovers that the friend she grew to love—and trust—has a secret of his own.



Christine Brae is a full time career woman who thought she could write a book about her life and then run away as far as possible from it. She never imagined that her words would touch the hearts of so many women with the same story to tell. That’s what happened with her first book, The Light in the Wound, published in July, 2013. Her second book, His Wounded Light was released in December, 2013.

Christine's third book, Insipid, is a standalone that was released in June, 2014. Christine’s fourth book, In This Life was released in January, 2016 and has been optioned for film and TV rights by Adrian Bellani. 

When not listening to the voices in her head or spending late nights at the office, Christine can be seen shopping for shoes and purses, running a half marathon or spending time with her husband and three children in Chicago.


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EXCERPT/PRE-ORDER BLITZ PACKET: Blow by Heidi McLaughlin @heidijovt


In Blow, the start of an emotionally charged series from bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin, an insatiable heartthrob gets blinded by the spotlight—and learns to fight for love.

Meet the complicated men behind the sexiest boy band in America!  Releasing November 8th!

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Bodhi McKnight has always had everything handed to him on a silver platter: fame, success, money, girls. The raven-haired, blue-eyed hottie is the son of Hollywood A-listers, and when he’s asked to join the boy band Virtuous Paradox, his star shoots even higher. But so do expectations, leading Bodhi down a destructive path of addiction—until a drop-dead gorgeous guardian angel shows him her sizzling brand of tough love.

When Bodhi ends up in rehab, he doesn’t expect to meet someone as cool and down-to-earth as Kimberly Gordon. Although he’s enjoyed the company of beautiful, charming women before, none of them have tried to get to know the “real” Bodhi. But Kimberly isn’t fazed by his stardom. She’d rather go horseback riding, teach Bodhi to play guitar, or ask him about his feelings. Soon Bodhi realizes he’s fallen head over heels for her. He just hopes that he’s strong enough to protect what they have from all the pressures and temptations of the outside world.

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And it was lust at first sight for me too. I’m not gonna lie. Bodhi is walking, talking sex, and I let that get to me. I couldn’t resist him, even though I tried. I let my body dictate how I was going to react, my job be damned.

I didn’t think I’d miss seeing Bodhi as much as I do. The feelings I have go beyond longing: my chest hurts, my mind is elsewhere and unfocused, my skin feels like a thousand needles are jabbing me at any given time, and I’m constantly hearing his voice even though I know he’s not here.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Her tone is playful and gives me hope. And I need hope. Not to score with her, but to get through my days.
“You should join me in the shower.” I waggle my eyebrows at her and rub my hand over my abs, pushing up my shirt a little so she can see what’s underneath.
Kim shakes her head, but her smile tells me that she likes the idea. She covers her mouth to stifle a laugh, and I chuckle.

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Heidi McLaughlin
Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.

When she isn't writing one of the many stories planned for release, you'll find her sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games

Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, is currently in production to be a major motion picture.

NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author


Cover & Chapter Reveal for Detoured by Love by Michelle Lynn. @givemebooksblog @michellelynnbks

Title: Detoured by Love
Author: Michelle Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Release Date: November 10, 2016


Carly Lincoln is just months away from claiming her overdue promotion. The plush corner office, the view, the prestige is finally within her grasp. She’s worked her entire life to make her dream, her reality. But when an unexpected boulder blocks her perfectly paved path, Carly is forced to reevaluate her goals.

Bryant Garrity is just months away from another season. Last year, the star quarterback crumbled to a mere mortal on the games biggest stage. The blood. The sweat. The tears. He’s back and ready to return to his spot among the elite. His sole focus is one last shot at glory. But the detour on the road ahead, might cause him to alter his route.

Love isn’t on either of their radars, but Carly and Bryant’s paths are about to collide.

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Chapter One


The sky is dark, and the air is quiet, except for the soft hum of the band playing at the resort. Nightly walks keep me sane in my job as a travel agent for corporations. After shuffling people off tour buses to ruins to swimming with the dolphins or scuba diving, my busy days end at five. Every night, I walk the shoreline of the ocean, letting the coolness of the water rise over my feet.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I slowly move off course, away from a couple holding hands. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and trudge through the sand.

“Hey, Riley,” I answer.

“I’m getting married!”

I press my finger against my free ear to hush the echo of crashing waves. My heart flutters out of my chest before it drops dead into its dark dungeon again, but not because my baby sister has decided to promise her love to only one. I couldn’t be happier for her and her now fiancé, Cameron. The problem is, my sister’s upcoming nuptials will put me face-to-face with my ex-fiancé, Dean. Worse, my guess is, Dean will be the best man, which means that I’ll be walking down the aisle with him after all.

Why, again, did I meddle in my sister’s life and introduce her to Dean’s best friend, Cameron, all those years ago? Oh, right, I had a sparkling ring on my left hand and believed in the happily-ever-after crap.

“That’s great, Riley.”

I’m happy for my sister and not even close to upset that she’s embarking on my mom’s and sister Renee’s designated path. Nope, because that ship sailed for me when I left my perfect fiancé at the altar of my childhood church. In the last three years, I haven’t regretted that decision. I mean, who wouldn’t want my life?

My job is more like vacation than work. Traveling to exotic islands with all expenses paid isn’t hard. Living two hundred days of the year with my toes wiggling in the sand is easy. Give me a break; no one’s life compares. I have no one to answer to. I have no one who expects things. I have no one to report to.

“So, you’ll be my maid of honor?” Her question yanks me back to our conversation, like an anchor to a cruise ship.

I was blissfully happy, leisurely sailing along the ocean, by myself.

Maid of honor?

“What about Sara? You two have been best friends since preschool.”

“Carly, she’s not my sister. Plus, all she cares about is planning the bachelorette party.”

Great, so I’ll be drinking out of a penis-shaped cup with a lit-up penis necklace adorning my neck and eating jelly candy–shaped penises. Fun times.

“I’m really okay with just being a bridesmaid. What about Renee? She’s done it before.”

Renee, my older sister, the one who married young, lives two streets over from my parents and buys my mom’s favorite grocery items when they go on sale. You know, she’s the favorite child.

I stop right before I reach the hotel and sit down. My toes dig their way through the small particles of sand. Did I mention I never pay for a pedicure?

“You don’t want to do it? Is this because of Dean?”

I scoff, my toes reaching the cold and damp layer of sand.

“No, that’s not an issue.”

“Carly,” she says my name slow, as though I’m going to admit I’d rather cut off my feet than walk down the aisle with Dean. There is a reason I didn’t do it the first time. “I know it’s hard, but I need my sister. Mom’s going to drive me crazy with her anal obsession of daily calendars, spreadsheets, and time-scheduling.”

I stare out to the moon reflecting down on the ocean. Seriously, people would kill for my life.

“Riley,” I sigh, hesitating longer, hoping she’ll relent and not push me toward standing up in her wedding.

“I ran interference for you.” The slight whine that must be built in the DNA of the youngest child rings in my ears.

Oh, she’s pulling the big guns.

“That’s different.”

“Different!” she screeches. “Carly, I had to walk down that aisle, ask the organist to stop playing, and tell everyone that the bride just sped off in the limo without the groom.”

She’s got me.

My back collapses into the sand. “Fine.” The entire word depletes my energy.

“You’re the best. I knew I could count on you. When will you get back to Chicago?”

I cup a handful of sand in my palm, letting it slither down my closed fist. This is going to suck. Big time.

“Three days.”

I hear the claps from her hands.

“Great. We need to start planning. Oh, I forgot to tell you the most important thing.” The whine in her voice fading.


“I want a July wedding, like Mom and Dad.”

“Riley, it’s April.”

“Why do you think I need you to get back as soon as possible?”

Hearing her excitement over the line probably doesn’t compare to seeing her in person. I envision her wide smile and rosy complexion.

“You really love him, right?” I ask the question that no one cared to ask me three years ago.

“Carly,” she sighs, thinking my question has something to do with Dean.

It doesn’t because I did love him. He just didn’t love me enough.

“Answer the question. I want to hear it from your lips.” I stand up and brush the sand off my butt.

“Yeah.” Her sultry tone confirms what I already knew.

She’s found him, her one.

Cameron is nothing like Dean, and I have to remember that fact during their whirlwind wedding, especially since I’ll be thrown back into a room with him until July.

“You’re going to continue working for your master’s right?” I ask because my mom won’t.

“Yeah. Cameron said he’d support us until I graduated. Isn’t he the best?”

A better man than his best friend.
“Yeah, he is.” I catch a man sitting in the sand ahead of me.

His hoodie-covered head faces the ocean with his elbows propped up on his raised knees.

“Okay, I gotta go. I have to call Darla, Tina—”

“Stay on for just a second more,” I whisper so that the man who I’m fast approaching doesn’t overhear.

“Why? Why is your voice shaking?” Riley asks.

I shush her through the receiver.

“I hate that you travel by yourself so much.”

“I’m not by myself.”

“You are now. This is what Mom’s talking about, Carly. You have to settle—”


I’m behind him, and my eyes watch him for any quick movements. He doesn’t even stir, like he has no idea he’s not alone on this beach. Once I’m a safe distance from him, my eyes fixate on the pier that goes back to the resort. My feet move faster, digging further into the sand to gain momentum.

“Okay, go call your friends,” I say.

“Carly, what was that?”

“Just some guy on the beach. I wanted to make sure someone could call the police if needed.”

With every new glow of a resort light in my view, another one of my body’s limbs relaxes.

“I worry about you,” she says.

“Oh, I’m fine. Go call your friends.”

“You’re safe now?”


“Okay, love you. Call me when you get back.”

“Congratulations, Riley. I love you, too.”

I hang up and glance behind me. The suspecting male is in the same position. I look to the wooden stairs that lead me off the sand and to the resort and then back to the ocean one last time for tonight. How could anyone not love to stare at this every night or to fall asleep to the sound of crashing waves? My job should be on some newspaper article for the best career choice.

My barefoot steps on the wooden plank of the stair, and a scream echoes through the ominous air. My mind floods with horrific images, and I instantly glance to where that man was sitting.

Did he pass me up for his next victim?

Immediately, news images of vacation stories when young girls go missing flood my head. I’d be a worthless witness because I never saw the guy’s face. I mean, a gray sweatshirt isn’t really a clue to catching an abductor.

My stomach plummets when I find the spot on the sand empty. I whip around so fast that the tail of my ponytail hits my cheek. The man is sprinting toward a woman who’s waving her hands on the other side of the resort.

Wait, that bleach-blonde hair is familiar.

My eyes shoot out to the dark water. Two flailing arms are swishing the water back and forth.

“Help!” I scream to no one who’s immediately around me.

I sprint after the man, my feet sore from the friction of the sand.

He strips off his sweatshirt, revealing a back most men would envy. He doesn’t bother slipping out of his sandals and dives into the first wave that combats him. The foreign male swims toward whom I now recognize as my client Mr. Fuller.

By the time I reach Mrs. Fuller, I’m heaving for breath. One hand is clasped over her heart, and the other is over her mouth.

“Here.” I take one side of her expensive silk blouse to cover her bare breast.

She looks down. “Oh my God.” Even though her skin is a golden hue from her extended time in the Caribbean, a pink flushes her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, buttoning up.

“What are you sorry for? Loving your husband?”

She smiles briefly and turns her attention back to the ocean. The man has his arm around Mr. Fuller’s neck until he reaches the shallow area and can no longer swim. Picking Mr. Fuller up as though he’s a child, no muscle strain whatsoever, the man carries him over, placing him on the sand.

“Oh, Kevin!” Mrs. Fuller says, falling to her knees at her husband’s side.

Just then, the staff from the hotel rushes out to the beach with cases full of medical supplies.

Mr. Fuller coughs a few times, and the resort medical group assists him to roll over to his side.

The man stands idly behind everyone, catching his own breath. My eyes concentrate on the droplets of water dripping off the hard ridges of his muscles. His hair is dark, and it matches his features of his olive skin tone and a scruff that I assume is his vacation growth.

Most would collapse into the sand right next to Mr. Fuller, but this man appears unfazed from the exertion his body must have taken from swimming through a current and dragging at least two hundred pounds back with him.

As Mrs. Fuller is busy holding her husband’s hand and the medical group is concentrating on checking over Mr. Fuller, my eyes fixate on the man in front of me. This is what I imagine encountering one of the most beautiful people from those special edition magazines would be like. Even his crooked nose suits him better than if it were straight. A dangerous yet safe element surrounds him.

My vision awakens thoughts of him exhausting me in bed, only to cuddle me afterward. With that thought, my heart’s rhythm syncs with the fast beat of the steel drums echoing from the resort.

My eyes cast further down from his perfect abs, but a deep throat clearing interrupts me. My eyes fly back up to his face. The right side of his lips quirk up in the most egotistical smirk I’ve ever encountered on a man. Again, it fits him though. His confidence is sexy and appealing, and beads of sweat form across my hairline.

Straightening my shoulders, I pull the hem of my T-shirt down over my hips. I break the few feet between us, holding my hand out in front of me. “Thank you, sir.”

He studies my hand for a moment, wipes his own hand on his drenched shorts, and shakes mine, firm and quick, leaving a few pieces of wet sand on my palm. Nothing too meaningful, except for the zing of electricity up my arm.

“Hey.” His gruff and unapproachable voice makes me distance myself from him.

Once Mr. Fuller has sat up and appears to be okay, Mrs. Fuller springs to her feet. Rushing over to the man who has yet to give me his name, she tackles him, and he practically falls over— if the man built of bricks could actually collapse, that is.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she gushes.

He chuckles. “You’re welcome,” his husky voice says.

She steps back, straightening out her blouse that became wet from hugging Mr. Fuller.

“Oh my,” she fawns. She glances back to me, widening her eyes.

I shoot a smile to appease her, but she bugs them out more, nonverbally saying, Look at this man. I roll my eyes, silently telling her, Yeah, I’ve seen him, but unfortunately, he isn’t as pleasant as he looks.

She retracts her hand before it lands on his bicep. “We owe you.”

He shakes his head, little beads of water falling from his dark strands onto his shoulders. “No, ma’am. I’m glad your husband is okay.” He smiles, and an amazing mouthful of sparkling white teeth emerges.

My knees weaken.

“No, please. He could have drowned,” she continues.

Mr. Fuller slowly rises to his feet with the help of two medics. “I wouldn’t go that far, Marci.”

She leaves Mr. Lifeguard to help steady her husband. Once she swings her arm through his, he glances over to me and winks.

The two of them have been married for forty years. They’re empty nesters, except for their two poodles, Bella and Stella. They are one of those couples who can make critics like me believe in true love. Almost.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Mr. Fuller’s mouth hangs open.

He waves off the medics, and they slowly walk back up to the resort. His stunned eyes are set on the man who saved him, as though he’s a kid standing in front of his childhood hero.

The guy looks at me from the corner of his eye, and then he studies the sand at his feet.


“Bryant Garrity!” he exclaims.

Mrs. Fuller’s face matches Mr. Fuller’s excited tone of voice, as though she knows the man.

She sneaks a look my way. I can tell the name gives her no recollection. I shrug, having no idea who the hell Bryant Garrity is. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I don’t recall anyone by that name on this trip.

“Yes, sir,” he answers, stepping forward and holding out his strong, large hand.

“Holy shit. A Heisman Trophy winner as well as a first-round draft pick and pro-bowl quarterback of the Chicago Knights just saved my life?”

“Some might assume I was a bum about to assault you.” He glances over to me, winks his cocky eye, and then gives Mr. Fuller a firm handshake.

“No, who would ever think that?” Mrs. Fuller adds.

I feel myself shrinking into my body.

“You’d be surprised, ma’am.”

Again, his damn blue eyes sparkle my way, and suddenly, with the words that came out of his mouth, the tornado of lust that his looks whirled me in moments ago dies a still death.

“Please be our guest for dinner tomorrow night,” Mr. Fuller requests.

The guy, whom I guess I should refer to by name, Bryant, shakes his head. “Not necessary.”

“Please, Bryant, we’d like to thank you for saving—”

“His life,” Mrs. Fuller interjects.

That low chuckle easily leaves his throat once more. “Um…sure.”

Mr. Fuller looks over to me, and soon, all three of their sets of eyes are pinged right in my direction.

“Carly, can we make a reservation for a private party on the beach for four?”

I eye Bryant, who’s now holding his arms over his chest. I swear, he could squash a watermelon with those biceps.

“Of course, Mr. Fuller. I’ll call first thing in the morning.”

I pull out my phone to set a reminder to get that done before the day’s activities tomorrow.

“Don’t forget to block time for the dinner in your calendar, too, Carly.”

I look up, and Mr. Fuller’s eyebrows are raised in my direction.


“You had help in rescuing me, too,” he continues.

Bryant huffs.


“Oh, not really.” I toss off any compliment of helping.

“No objections, Carly. You will not hole yourself up in that hotel room of yours for another night here.” He laughs as my mouth hangs open.

It’s like I’m thirteen again, and my mom just told a boy on the phone that I was in the bathroom. I’m fairly sure a professional quarterback never sits alone in his hotel room.

“Great.” I lean forward and place my hand on Mr. Fuller’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, but I’d better get going. Call me if you need anything.” I flip my direction to Bryant. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Garrity. Thank you for your heroic efforts in saving Mr. Fuller.”

I’m respectful and polite, right?

Bryant holds his hand out in front of me, his eyes squarely on me. “Have a nice night.” He pauses.

“Carly,” I bite out my name, not allowing myself to be discouraged that Mr. Fuller said my name no less than three times in the last five minutes.

“I’m wondering what your last name is.”

The two of our hands are slowly moving up and down.

“Lincoln,” I say.

He shoots me what I assume is his winning touchdown smile, and damn if my stomach doesn’t feel like a roaring stadium.

“Have a nice night, Mrs. Lincoln.”

I let go of his hand, and he chuckles again.

Seriously, what is wrong with this man?

“It’s Miss,” Mrs. Fuller corrects him.

I roll my eyes, earning another damn chuckle. Is there nothing this man won’t laugh at?

“Oh, here I thought, you holed yourself up in your room because you missed your husband.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. Our Carly is as single as they come.”

I choke on my own air. Seriously, Mrs. Fuller?

He tucks his hands into the wet pockets of his shorts, the shorts currently hanging off those sculpted hips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

I move to pass him, and my toe hits something hard in the sand, catapulting me forward. Wanting to stop myself, I have no choice but to grab ahold of him. His hands instantly grip mine, and I fall into his strong, muscled arms.

Damn him and his mouthwatering body.

“I gotcha,” he says softly.

For a moment, I stare into his eyes, believing him.

Quickly, I straighten my body with his assistance of placing me back on my two feet.

“Have a good night,” I mumble, wanting to bend down to pick up the flashlight the medics left behind and chuck it into the ocean.

I sidestep him and try to hold up any dignity I have left as I disappear to the resort.

Author Bio

Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But after chasing around two kindergarteners all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed. 

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