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Friday, 19 August 2016
RELEASE BLITZ : NOT ABOUT LOVE by Hilaria Alexander
Title: Not About Love
Series: This Love #2
Author: Hilaria Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Samantha Leigh Design
Release Date: August 18, 2016
Blurb
Strong and independent,
Wrong for each other in every way.
But the heat, the passion, the pull.
Undeniable.
Irresistible.
When we were together,
The chaos turned to desire,
Need.
Bliss.
I was his.
He was mine.
For the time-being.
Different countries.
Different worlds.
Just sex.
No strings attached.
That's how Boyd Rivers wanted it.
And exactly how I liked it.
But sometimes, fate has other plans...
Can it really be not about love?
***Not About Love is the second book in the This Love series but can be read as a standalone***
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Excerpt
I found a spot on the couch and sat down, listening to my friends play and sing. At some point, I must have zoned out, because I didn’t even realize Boyd had arrived. He started working the room, saying hi to everyone. It was only when he was a few feet away from me that I heard his deep voice and looked up.
He found me on the couch and when our gazes locked, his eyes were brightened by the huge smile that stretched across his face.
My heart started hammering against my rib cage, and I couldn’t stop the happy feeling spreading throughout my chest. His smile turned into a lusty, dark look when his eyes slid over me. He headed in my direction, but was stopped and greeted by a couple older ladies just a few steps away from where I was sitting. He was all smiles as they paid him compliments.
“My oh my, Jackson Rivers, aren’t you the strapping young man?” said one of the ladies.
“You sure have become quite the big boy!” said the other. I bit my lip, trying to contain my laughter, but I couldn’t stop it. Boyd kept stealing glances my way and was fighting a smile. He pointed a finger at me when the ladies weren’t looking. The mischievous look in his eyes told me he’d make me pay for laughing.
Bring it on.
He excused himself from the two ladies but they pulled him in for hugs and kisses, and even pinched his cheeks. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back the giggles, but my eyes gave me away. He sat next to me on the armrest of the couch and acted completely nonchalant as he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear.
“I see how it is,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
“How it is? What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“You were laughing at me, Red!”
“No, I wasn’t! I was laughing with you, not at you!”
“Sure, sure.” He glanced down at me and peeked down to my neckline. Our eyes met again, and I saw in his eyes the same thing I was feeling: slow-burning desire.
Now that he was so close and my head was swimming in his musky smell, it was even harder to act like I didn’t want him. Why did we keep falling into the same patterns? We were like magnets; we couldn’t stay away from each other.
“I do have to say, this is a nice surprise.” He was staring at something in the room, but his words were for me. When I turned toward him, he gave me a knowing look. I let out a deep breath. His lips curled up in a delicious grin.
He loved the fact that just a simple compliment got me all out of sorts.
“Is it now?” I smiled, deliberately ignoring the subtext his sexy grin implied.
“Yeah, don’t act so coy, Red. It is most definitely a nice surprise. In fact, if I’d had any idea you’d be at my parents’ shindig tonight, I would have shown up waaayy earlier.” I didn’t tell him I had been there the whole day, wondering where he was. I pressed my lips together and looked into my glass of brandy. I took a sip, but the warm liquor didn’t help me relax. I pulled my shoulders back, sat up straighter, and crossed my legs. I wanted to look confident and imperturbable.
Instead, my body language betrayed me.
“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, leaning his head in my direction. I could feel his eyes on me. “You like knowing I want you.” Even when he wasn’t speaking directly onto my skin, his voice felt like a caress. The deep sound of his voice alone made me shiver. I took another sip of brandy.
“Bertie, look at me or people are going to think I’m harassing you instead of having a conversation,” he joked.
I leaned back on the couch and started laughing. It was too much, too much. I was all over the place with my emotions and my reactions, and I was sort of drunk, too, which made it even harder to not look like a complete idiot.
I glanced his way, and he had the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. It stretched across his face and reached his eyes. I loved it when he smiled like that.
He looked like a completely different person, beautiful, untroubled, easygoing.
“You look beautiful, by the way. That dress…is sexy as hell.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a slight nod of my head.
He gave me a once-over. “I’m particularly curious as to what you’re wearing under it.” His words made my breath hitch and I imagined his hands on me, possessing me like only he did.
He found me on the couch and when our gazes locked, his eyes were brightened by the huge smile that stretched across his face.
My heart started hammering against my rib cage, and I couldn’t stop the happy feeling spreading throughout my chest. His smile turned into a lusty, dark look when his eyes slid over me. He headed in my direction, but was stopped and greeted by a couple older ladies just a few steps away from where I was sitting. He was all smiles as they paid him compliments.
“My oh my, Jackson Rivers, aren’t you the strapping young man?” said one of the ladies.
“You sure have become quite the big boy!” said the other. I bit my lip, trying to contain my laughter, but I couldn’t stop it. Boyd kept stealing glances my way and was fighting a smile. He pointed a finger at me when the ladies weren’t looking. The mischievous look in his eyes told me he’d make me pay for laughing.
Bring it on.
He excused himself from the two ladies but they pulled him in for hugs and kisses, and even pinched his cheeks. I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back the giggles, but my eyes gave me away. He sat next to me on the armrest of the couch and acted completely nonchalant as he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear.
“I see how it is,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
“How it is? What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“You were laughing at me, Red!”
“No, I wasn’t! I was laughing with you, not at you!”
“Sure, sure.” He glanced down at me and peeked down to my neckline. Our eyes met again, and I saw in his eyes the same thing I was feeling: slow-burning desire.
Now that he was so close and my head was swimming in his musky smell, it was even harder to act like I didn’t want him. Why did we keep falling into the same patterns? We were like magnets; we couldn’t stay away from each other.
“I do have to say, this is a nice surprise.” He was staring at something in the room, but his words were for me. When I turned toward him, he gave me a knowing look. I let out a deep breath. His lips curled up in a delicious grin.
He loved the fact that just a simple compliment got me all out of sorts.
“Is it now?” I smiled, deliberately ignoring the subtext his sexy grin implied.
“Yeah, don’t act so coy, Red. It is most definitely a nice surprise. In fact, if I’d had any idea you’d be at my parents’ shindig tonight, I would have shown up waaayy earlier.” I didn’t tell him I had been there the whole day, wondering where he was. I pressed my lips together and looked into my glass of brandy. I took a sip, but the warm liquor didn’t help me relax. I pulled my shoulders back, sat up straighter, and crossed my legs. I wanted to look confident and imperturbable.
Instead, my body language betrayed me.
“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, leaning his head in my direction. I could feel his eyes on me. “You like knowing I want you.” Even when he wasn’t speaking directly onto my skin, his voice felt like a caress. The deep sound of his voice alone made me shiver. I took another sip of brandy.
“Bertie, look at me or people are going to think I’m harassing you instead of having a conversation,” he joked.
I leaned back on the couch and started laughing. It was too much, too much. I was all over the place with my emotions and my reactions, and I was sort of drunk, too, which made it even harder to not look like a complete idiot.
I glanced his way, and he had the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. It stretched across his face and reached his eyes. I loved it when he smiled like that.
He looked like a completely different person, beautiful, untroubled, easygoing.
“You look beautiful, by the way. That dress…is sexy as hell.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a slight nod of my head.
He gave me a once-over. “I’m particularly curious as to what you’re wearing under it.” His words made my breath hitch and I imagined his hands on me, possessing me like only he did.
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Hilaria Alexander lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn’t at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and coming up with new stories. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict.
Not About Love is her fourth romance novel.
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Thursday, 18 August 2016
RELEASE BOOST : DECLAN REEDE (THE UNTOLD STORY) by Michelle Irwin
Title: Declan Reede: The Untold Story
The Complete Series
Author: Michelle Irwin
Genre: New Adult/Sports/Second Chance Romance
Release Date: August 12, 2016
Blurb
As high school sweethearts, Declan Reede and Alyssa Dawson didn’t always see eye-to-eye. Especially when it came to his dream of being a driver in the ProV8 series. When he’s offered the chance at the career of his dreams, Declan straps himself in for the ride regardless of the cost.
Older, but not wiser, Declan is on the path to becoming a racing legend. Only, regret haunts him around the track and threatens to send him off-course. When a chance encounter offers the opportunity to correct his mistakes, Declan must learn to manage the curves if he wants to claim the ultimate prize.
Experience Declan’s complete story. Includes the RONE-nominated novella “Decide” and an exclusive bonus novella “Decode”.
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Excerpt
My list of things I needed to do before I left grew with every passing second. I realised I would definitely need my passport, so I’d have to hunt it down. The last time I’d used it was the team trip to Bahrain, but the trip back home had been a bit of a blur and I struggled to remember where I’d put my passport after that. I ran downstairs to check in the study, and saw my passport on the desk next to my old answering machine. The sight made me pause.
It was a relic of the days when I’d first moved to Sydney and was no longer used. It wasn’t even plugged in to the phone line anymore. All it was good for now was storage. With everything running circles through my head, it would be dangerous to listen to a single message, but I couldn’t help myself.
With a deep breath that hurt like a motherfucker, I steeled myself and pushed play.
“Hey, Dec. I hope you don’t mind your mum giving me this number, but I need to talk to you. Call me. Please?” Alyssa’s voice filled the room. Even though she started strong, her words were teary at the end, especially as she added her quiet plea. The recording wasn’t the first time she’d tried to call—I didn’t have those early ones. Instead, it was from after I’d first moved into something slightly more permanent than Morgan’s spare bedroom, a little over a month after I’d arrived in Sydney. I didn’t know why I kept it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it.
I frowned as my finger hovered over the delete button. She’d moved on anyway, why should I keep her old messages? Before I had a chance to act, the next message started.
“Dec, please. I need you to call me.” Her tone was harsher, but still filled with sorrow and the weight of expectation. “What happened to you always being my friend? To you always having my back? I need—” The message cut off as I yanked the machine off the desk, pulling the plug on the power with the movement. With Alyssa’s tear-filled voice echoing in my ears, I hurled the answering machine across the room, turning away before it smashed against the wall. She’d moved on from that—moved on to smiles and races with another man.
“Fuck you, Alyssa,” I said to the empty house.
Maybe I didn’t have her to keep me company, but I had something better: I had my wet bar. Screw the doctors and their no alcohol with the pain medication rules.
It was a relic of the days when I’d first moved to Sydney and was no longer used. It wasn’t even plugged in to the phone line anymore. All it was good for now was storage. With everything running circles through my head, it would be dangerous to listen to a single message, but I couldn’t help myself.
With a deep breath that hurt like a motherfucker, I steeled myself and pushed play.
“Hey, Dec. I hope you don’t mind your mum giving me this number, but I need to talk to you. Call me. Please?” Alyssa’s voice filled the room. Even though she started strong, her words were teary at the end, especially as she added her quiet plea. The recording wasn’t the first time she’d tried to call—I didn’t have those early ones. Instead, it was from after I’d first moved into something slightly more permanent than Morgan’s spare bedroom, a little over a month after I’d arrived in Sydney. I didn’t know why I kept it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to delete it.
I frowned as my finger hovered over the delete button. She’d moved on anyway, why should I keep her old messages? Before I had a chance to act, the next message started.
“Dec, please. I need you to call me.” Her tone was harsher, but still filled with sorrow and the weight of expectation. “What happened to you always being my friend? To you always having my back? I need—” The message cut off as I yanked the machine off the desk, pulling the plug on the power with the movement. With Alyssa’s tear-filled voice echoing in my ears, I hurled the answering machine across the room, turning away before it smashed against the wall. She’d moved on from that—moved on to smiles and races with another man.
“Fuck you, Alyssa,” I said to the empty house.
Maybe I didn’t have her to keep me company, but I had something better: I had my wet bar. Screw the doctors and their no alcohol with the pain medication rules.
Author Bio
Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.
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NIRVANA by Shevaun DeLucia
Junior Saunders is searching for the perfect woman: gracious, elegant, and meek. He waits patiently, working long hours and going home alone night after night, believing that this woman exists. But life isn’t always predictable; curveballs can be thrown unexpectedly.
Kinsey Balterson is everything but gentle, delicate, and docile. She says it like it is—a spitfire, full of sarcasm with looks to kill. She’s downright sexy and thrilling in every way possible. Kinsey is a constant reminder of everything Junior detests in a woman, but the moment he lets his guard down, she captures his attention.
Can opposites really attract?
From this moment on, nothing is the same for Junior again. Everything he thought he wanted and needed no longer exists, and now his whole world has been shifted. His reason for breathing consists only of her—Kinsey. She has become his everything.
Kinsey thinks she has this all under control: friends with benefits, no strings attached—no messy feelings. She refuses to be broken again. But what happens when attraction turns into something deeper? Will Kinsey be able to let her walls down so her damaged heart can love again?
Can one person truly heal another’s heartbreak?
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RELEASE DAY: BRANDING THE VIRGIN by Alexa Riley
Mary-Jane wasn’t looking for drama. All she wanted was a family of her own, so she decided to make that happen. A mix-up at the sperm bank leaves her with a baby in her belly, but the father is none the wiser.
Ty was injured in a bull-riding accident, and now all he plans on doing is working on his ranch and keeping to himself. That is, until a little dark-haired woman shows up on his doorstep.
When their paths cross, will Mary-Jane be able to reveal to Ty that he’s the father? Will Ty be able to keep Mary-Jane from running? Will there be a lot of steam in this book? You betcha!
Warning: This pregnant virgin story is wonderfully ridiculous and just as sweet as it sounds. Saddle up and take an evening stroll with this easy quickie.
Ty was injured in a bull-riding accident, and now all he plans on doing is working on his ranch and keeping to himself. That is, until a little dark-haired woman shows up on his doorstep.
When their paths cross, will Mary-Jane be able to reveal to Ty that he’s the father? Will Ty be able to keep Mary-Jane from running? Will there be a lot of steam in this book? You betcha!
Warning: This pregnant virgin story is wonderfully ridiculous and just as sweet as it sounds. Saddle up and take an evening stroll with this easy quickie.
Chapter 1
*Mary-Jane*
“How did you get yourself into this, Mary-Jane?” I ask myself for the twentieth time today. I was set to arrive at my new temporary place of employment in a little over two hours and dread was weighing heavily on me. I just hope the clothes I brought will do well to hide this little baby bump that keeps getting bigger and bigger by the day. I’m running out of time.
I let out a long sigh as I absently rub my hand over the bump. This little boy has become my whole world. In all my planning I never thought this would happen. Just when I thought I was getting something I’d wanted so dearly, everything else in my life started to fall apart. Just goes to show you: you can plan everything how you like, but someone else can come to kick it out from under you, and you have to try and pick the pieces up the best you can. This time, though, it isn't my pieces I’m picking up. I have a baby to protect and to make a life for.
“I promise, little man, I won’t let anyone take you from me.” I rest both hands on my stomach, praying my words are true and that I’m not making a giant mistake by going to see the one person who could take my baby away from me. My heart clenches at the thought of losing him. I can’t. I won’t, I correct myself. Losing this baby isn’t an option.
Someone couldn’t be that heartless, could they? To take a baby from its mother? I’m not so sure here, though. If what I’ve found out about my baby’s father is true, then heartless is pretty damn close.
Last week my doctor told me that they’d made a mistake. A giant one. They’d given me a specimen from the wrong sperm donor. Someone who wasn’t a willing donor at all.
I’d gotten two giant kicks in one day. I’d lost my job and was possibly losing my child. The clinic said they had to inform the man who’d donated. I’d asked for his name and requested they give me some time before they contacted him. They were reluctant at first, but they’d given me both after I threatened a lawsuit.
After a little online stalking I’d found my baby’s father. When I’d seen who he was, I’d lost my breath. He was known all over Texas, or so it seemed with all the articles a few years back. He used to ride bulls, but now he owns a big ranch down south, almost two hours from here. The place I’ll be calling home for a little while.
A lot of the articles weren’t flattering. He was one of the best bull riders, having won dozens of competitions, but he had a reputation to go along with it. Many articles and posts I found called him an arrogant asshole. Meaner than the bulls he rode. It made me think he wasn’t going to have any compassion when it came to this situation. Or maybe he’d just sign on the dotted line and let me and my son go.
Or he could try to take him from me. He had the money. The thought of running kept fluttering through my mind. I had money saved up, and made a small profit when I’d sold my little house just two days ago, but something about running felt wrong.
I had to be sure that if I did choose to run, I was making the right decision. That I was protecting my baby, making sure we could be together. That’s why I had to do this. I had to go meet this man. See who he was in person, because you can’t always believe rumors.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Ideally, maybe we could share custody. I could get a place in town not far from his ranch. Find a local job there and we could do this together, if that’s what he wanted. It wasn’t what I signed up for when I’d decided I wanted a baby. I’d made the choice to go this alone, which I’ve been doing my whole life.
What if he has a wife or girlfriend? The thought makes my stomach turn. I could be turning their lives upside down. Then my baby would have another mom. A lump forms in my throat. It feels like every time I get something good going in my life, someone or something is trying to rip it from me.
I searched and searched for anything on him with someone else and came up with nothing. I’d read article after article on his bull-riding days and never was a woman mentioned or pictured with him. He had a hard look on his very handsome face, so I’m not sure I’d want to stand next to him and pose for a picture either.
It was hard to see his face in a lot of pictures with the cowboy hat, but I could always see the grim line of his mouth and hard jaw. It always seemed locked in place. You’d think if you just won some big competition you’d at least smile or something. Nope. Not him. Picture after picture he still had that hard, locked jaw. Almost like he couldn't talk. He’s scary and intimidating. I don’t know how I’m going to tell him about this baby.
Worse is thinking maybe he does want to be in this baby’s life and he’ll be cold and hard to my little boy. I’d grown up with a father like that and it wasn't easy. Even to this day I can’t say whether or not he loved me. Did he take care of me? Yes. But I feel more like he put up with me because he had to. It didn’t matter if I was there or not.
I think I would rather him at least be angry or something. The indifference and coldness left me empty and numb.
What I did find during my internet search was a job opening on his ranch. Someone to help around the house for the summer and do some of the books. I could get an up-close look at the father of my child before I had to tell him the truth.
“Ma’am, I think that’s everything.” I look up at one of the movers who’s been packing up my stuff to put into storage. I take the clipboard he’s holding out and sign on the dotted line. He hands me the key to the storage unit they’d put it all in.
My hand closes around the key that holds almost everything I own except two suitcases I have packed away in the trunk of my car. Even the stuff for the baby room I’d started to put together has been packed away in here. I hold back a tear, not wanting to make this poor man uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” I tell him, handing back the clipboard.
He nods before turning to leave.
I stand in my empty house. The place where I thought I’d be raising my son. A home that would have been filled with so much love. He’d never feel the coldness like I had.
Even without the donor mix-up I would have been leaving anyway. I’d moved to this little town because I wanted to get away from the big city. I dreamed of living somewhere where everyone knew everyone. I wanted to have a family in a place like this.
Problem was, I couldn’t find anyone I wanted to have a family with.
I let out a long sigh as I absently rub my hand over the bump. This little boy has become my whole world. In all my planning I never thought this would happen. Just when I thought I was getting something I’d wanted so dearly, everything else in my life started to fall apart. Just goes to show you: you can plan everything how you like, but someone else can come to kick it out from under you, and you have to try and pick the pieces up the best you can. This time, though, it isn't my pieces I’m picking up. I have a baby to protect and to make a life for.
“I promise, little man, I won’t let anyone take you from me.” I rest both hands on my stomach, praying my words are true and that I’m not making a giant mistake by going to see the one person who could take my baby away from me. My heart clenches at the thought of losing him. I can’t. I won’t, I correct myself. Losing this baby isn’t an option.
Someone couldn’t be that heartless, could they? To take a baby from its mother? I’m not so sure here, though. If what I’ve found out about my baby’s father is true, then heartless is pretty damn close.
Last week my doctor told me that they’d made a mistake. A giant one. They’d given me a specimen from the wrong sperm donor. Someone who wasn’t a willing donor at all.
I’d gotten two giant kicks in one day. I’d lost my job and was possibly losing my child. The clinic said they had to inform the man who’d donated. I’d asked for his name and requested they give me some time before they contacted him. They were reluctant at first, but they’d given me both after I threatened a lawsuit.
After a little online stalking I’d found my baby’s father. When I’d seen who he was, I’d lost my breath. He was known all over Texas, or so it seemed with all the articles a few years back. He used to ride bulls, but now he owns a big ranch down south, almost two hours from here. The place I’ll be calling home for a little while.
A lot of the articles weren’t flattering. He was one of the best bull riders, having won dozens of competitions, but he had a reputation to go along with it. Many articles and posts I found called him an arrogant asshole. Meaner than the bulls he rode. It made me think he wasn’t going to have any compassion when it came to this situation. Or maybe he’d just sign on the dotted line and let me and my son go.
Or he could try to take him from me. He had the money. The thought of running kept fluttering through my mind. I had money saved up, and made a small profit when I’d sold my little house just two days ago, but something about running felt wrong.
I had to be sure that if I did choose to run, I was making the right decision. That I was protecting my baby, making sure we could be together. That’s why I had to do this. I had to go meet this man. See who he was in person, because you can’t always believe rumors.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Ideally, maybe we could share custody. I could get a place in town not far from his ranch. Find a local job there and we could do this together, if that’s what he wanted. It wasn’t what I signed up for when I’d decided I wanted a baby. I’d made the choice to go this alone, which I’ve been doing my whole life.
What if he has a wife or girlfriend? The thought makes my stomach turn. I could be turning their lives upside down. Then my baby would have another mom. A lump forms in my throat. It feels like every time I get something good going in my life, someone or something is trying to rip it from me.
I searched and searched for anything on him with someone else and came up with nothing. I’d read article after article on his bull-riding days and never was a woman mentioned or pictured with him. He had a hard look on his very handsome face, so I’m not sure I’d want to stand next to him and pose for a picture either.
It was hard to see his face in a lot of pictures with the cowboy hat, but I could always see the grim line of his mouth and hard jaw. It always seemed locked in place. You’d think if you just won some big competition you’d at least smile or something. Nope. Not him. Picture after picture he still had that hard, locked jaw. Almost like he couldn't talk. He’s scary and intimidating. I don’t know how I’m going to tell him about this baby.
Worse is thinking maybe he does want to be in this baby’s life and he’ll be cold and hard to my little boy. I’d grown up with a father like that and it wasn't easy. Even to this day I can’t say whether or not he loved me. Did he take care of me? Yes. But I feel more like he put up with me because he had to. It didn’t matter if I was there or not.
I think I would rather him at least be angry or something. The indifference and coldness left me empty and numb.
What I did find during my internet search was a job opening on his ranch. Someone to help around the house for the summer and do some of the books. I could get an up-close look at the father of my child before I had to tell him the truth.
“Ma’am, I think that’s everything.” I look up at one of the movers who’s been packing up my stuff to put into storage. I take the clipboard he’s holding out and sign on the dotted line. He hands me the key to the storage unit they’d put it all in.
My hand closes around the key that holds almost everything I own except two suitcases I have packed away in the trunk of my car. Even the stuff for the baby room I’d started to put together has been packed away in here. I hold back a tear, not wanting to make this poor man uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” I tell him, handing back the clipboard.
He nods before turning to leave.
I stand in my empty house. The place where I thought I’d be raising my son. A home that would have been filled with so much love. He’d never feel the coldness like I had.
Even without the donor mix-up I would have been leaving anyway. I’d moved to this little town because I wanted to get away from the big city. I dreamed of living somewhere where everyone knew everyone. I wanted to have a family in a place like this.
Problem was, I couldn’t find anyone I wanted to have a family with.
Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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