Spotlight: Tempting Talk by Sara Whitney

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

Deejay Mabel Bowen rocks the morning airwaves, but once she signs off, she’s happy going home alone; a long-ago humiliation taught her that women in the public eye should be cautious about dating. Then she meets the Clark Kent-ish accountant overseeing the sale of her radio station and starts wondering if she should break her own “girl, don’t date him” rules.

Since he was teenager, Jake Carey has worked to lift his family out of poverty, and he’s now on the verge of a promotion that’ll secure their financial future. Why, then, is he so quick to set aside his spreadsheets whenever the gorgeous morning show host is around? After years of using work as an excuse to avoid searching for emotional connections, he’s now jumping at every chance to spend time with Mabel and her maple syrup voice.

Despite their initial reservations, Mabel and Jake move from conversations over coffee to flirty office lunches to a night out that obliterates all their previously drawn lines. Then a professional betrayal sends Mabel fleeing back to the safety of her single-girl rules. But Jake isn't ready to give up on this once-in-a-lifetime love and sets out to balance their work/life books. Can he convince Mabel to turn up the volume on their future, or will she decide that the numbers don’t add up?

Tempting Talk, a 2019 RWA© Golden Heart© award finalist, is book 3 in Sara Whitney's funny, feisty contemporary romance series, Tempt Me. Turn on your favorite playlist and get reading!

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That girl is single.

The thought materialized like the sharp clang of a bell. Single. It had only taken listening to Mabel’s radio show once for Jake to develop an appreciation for her fast wit, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she was single.

But obsessing about that wasn’t what he’d been hired to do. He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sucked in a breath, picturing that empty partner office on the fifty-sixth floor of his building that was waiting for him to fill it. The image helped push thoughts of Mabel’s voice from his mind, and he exhaled slowly, calm back in place.

“Everything okay?” Brandon was looking at him with curiosity.

“Yep.” Of course. He was reliable, work-first Jake Carey. The same as always.

“So who’d you leave behind in Chicago?” Brandon spoke as if Jake’s thoughts were printed above his head. “Wife? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

Thumb, meet another tender spot.

“Not even a potted plant,” Jake said flatly. “The job keeps me busy.” Which was true, even if it wasn’t the whole story.

Brandon just sighed. “God, you workaholics wear me out. At least I’ve got an ex pestering me about shared custody of the dog.” He pinned Jake with his sharp blue eyes. “Is it worth it?”

Brandon’s suddenly serious tone was a 180 from his normal flippancy, and Jake didn’t even have to think about the answer. “For a partner’s salary? Of course it’s worth it.”

Worth not pledging a fraternity in college so he could spend all his free time taking course overloads to graduate faster. Worth not investing time in his dating life, searching for relationships with the potential for more. Worth every skipped vacation, every weekend in the office, every family holiday where he’d paid for the meal but hadn’t left in time to eat it while it was hot.

Fuck, it had to be worth it.

“What a drag.” The man across from him shook his head as he tucked his phone into his pocket. “In your next life, I recommend being born rich.”

Jake huffed a laugh. How perfectly ridiculous and perfectly Brandon. “Sure. I’ll get to work on that.”

He might not have been born rich, but he’d busted his ass, and now he had a fat 401(k), a condo with a view of Lake Michigan, and enough in savings to allow him to sleep soundly at night. A partnership at his accounting firm would be the keystone in the life he’d been building from the moment he’d realized as a teenager that he wanted more for his worn-down mom and his hungry, big-eyed sister than constant money worries and a shitty walk-up apartment in one of Chicago’s bleakest neighborhoods. And if that required spending a few months sorting out the books at a downstate Illinois radio station, so be it. Nothing was going to knock him off course.

“Knock, knock.”

Jake’s shoulders tightened when the woman with the sharp brain and the supple voice invaded the office. How? How did Mabel summon goose bumps with only a handful of words? He dragged his eyes to the doorway to confirm that the blonde he’d met on Wednesday still vibrated with the same bright energy he’d first glimpsed through the studio window.

Single. The word resurfaced with another clang. 

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Sara Whitney writes sassy, sexy contemporary romance novels packed with wit, heat, and heart. A 2019 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award finalist, Sara worked as a newspaper reporter and film critic before she earned her Ph.D. and landed in academia. She’s a good pinball player, a so-so karaoke singer, and an expert TV opinion-haver.

In a funny twist of fate, Sara’s married to a divorce attorney, and she likes to think that her happily-ever-afters help keep their household in balance. She and her husband live in the Midwest surrounded by books, cats, and half-empty coffee cups.  Keep up with Sara by subscribing to her mailing list here

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Spotlight: Drive Me Crazy (RoadTripping) by Samantha Chase

One car.

Two strangers.

Infinite possibilities.

Grace Mackie is having the worst day.

Finding out her fiancé only proposed for the sake of a promotion is one thing. But discovering he’d also knocked up his assistant? There’s no coming back from that. Desperate to escape her own destination wedding, she’ll do just about everything to get back home and put the whole mess behind her. Even driving cross-country in a rental car.

Finn Kavanaugh’s day is even worse.

What had started as a brother bonding trip has now left him stranded three thousand miles from home without a car or credit card. Because his brother took off with both. So much for bonding, right? As much as he might want to throttle his brother, he first has to find a way to get home. His only option? A rental car and a cross-country trek.

Neither of them expected their trip would come complete with a surprise passenger. But desperate times and all that.

Warning — This sweet, sexy and laugh out loud funny romance is filled with all the most ridiculous road trip stories you can imagine and sure to drive you crazy with all the feels!

Excerpt

“Why do I have to shop for you? I’ve got my own shopping to do. And we agreed–just minutes ago, mind you–how we were responsible for ourselves. I’m not shopping for you, Grace.”

Her shoulders sagged. “Oh, come on! Seriously? Look at me, Finn! Haven’t I been humiliated enough today? Now you expect me to go inside and shop looking like this?”

“Trust me, Grace, no one is going to judge you in there. If anything, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even be in the top ten of weird dressers in there.” He paused and grinned. “I believe there’s an entire website dedicated to the crazy way people dress to shop at Walmart. You’ll be fine.”

She wanted to argue because the thought of facing any more people while wearing her wedding dress was beyond unappealing, but she knew the quickest way to get out of the damn dress was to go inside for herself and shop.

“Fine,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Thirty minutes,” he stated firmly as they climbed from the truck. “Let’s give ourselves thirty minutes to get in and done so we can get on the road.”

Grace nodded because it all sounded good to her. The sooner they got what they needed and moved on, the happier she’d be.

Once they stepped inside the store and grabbed their own shopping carts, Grace was amazed at how the majority of the people simply glanced at her and kept on walking.

Thank God.

Finn reminded her of the time and walked away. Part of her had hoped they’d shop together because it would make her look a little less pathetic, but…with no other choice, she embraced the spectacle that she was and began shopping.

The basic toiletries were first–shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a razor. Her makeup was in her satchel, so she was good there. Thinking quick, she grabbed a brush and a couple of bands for her hair. Next, she walked over to the women’s department and grabbed a couple of pairs of yoga pants, a couple of pairs of jeans, and a handful of t-shirts. Next came tennis shoes, socks, and underwear. The cart was filling up, but she still had a few more things to grab. Two nightshirts and a robe were thrown in before she walked over to the travel section and found a suitcase and travel pillow.

Standing back, she examined everything she had picked and knew it would have to do. If she forgot anything, no doubt she and Finn could stop along the way. Deciding she could go and check out, Grace had gone all of five steps when her stomach started to grumble. In all the wedding preparation hoopla earlier, she hadn’t eaten. The plan had been to enjoy a big dinner after the ceremony, and with everything she had to do to get ready, she had skipped lunch.

“Snacks,” she muttered. “Better grab some snacks.” What followed could best be described as a hungry child left unsupervised in a candy store. The top of her shopping cart was covered in every variety of candy bar topped with several bags of chips, some snack cakes, and a six-pack of soda.  Smiling with satisfaction, she said, “That should do it.”

She spotted Finn on one of the checkout lines and walked over and moved in behind him. He took one glance at her cart and then at her. 

“Is this your passive-aggressive way of saying you’re hungry?” he asked, one dark brow arched.

“Right now, I should be cutting my wedding cake,” she replied sarcastically. “After enjoying a three-course meal that included chateaubriand, grilled scallops, baby asparagus, and a Caesar salad.”

“Oh.”

“And…I skipped lunch!” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a ‘take that!’ look. 

He stepped closer and examined the contents of her cart and Grace looked around him toward his.

It was way more organized.

And contained a lot less stuff.

“Are you sure you got everything?” she asked. “It doesn’t look like you have enough.”

Shrugging, Finn began unloading his purchases onto the belt. Grace watched and counted three pairs of jeans, a package of t-shirts, a package of socks, a package of boxers, some kit that contained all the male-essential toiletries, a brush, and a duffle bag.

Clearly, Finn was an efficient shopper.

He shrugged. “Don’t need much. This isn’t a vacation; it’s just so I don’t smell while we’re driving.”

Um…okay, she thought. Most men she knew would be a little more eloquent in describing this sort of thing but whatever. Jared would have insisted they go to a mall to shop and then…nope. She was not going to go there. For starters, Jared would never do a road trip, and second, she didn’t want to even think about him right now.

The bastard.

Finn bagged up his stuff and paid while Grace loaded her stuff on the belt. The cashier looked at her and then at Finn and smiled broadly. “Honeymoon off to a rough start?” she asked. “What happened? The airline lose your luggage?”

Grace could feel her cheeks heating and didn’t know how to respond because, really, did this cashier need to be on the receiving end of all the sarcasm, anger, and snark that was just dying to be released?

Before she could do or say anything, Finn leaned in and laughed. “They sure did! It’s been a wild day, and we’re anxious just to have some necessities until the whole mess gets cleared up, aren’t we, honey?”

She looked at him like he was crazy, but when she realized what he was doing, she began to laugh along with him. “You know it, sweetie pie!” She turned to the cashier. “We know this is just a little bump in the road, and it will give us something to laugh about and tell our grandkids one day!”

Soon the cashier was laughing with them. “You two are adorable!” Then she started ringing up Grace’s things. “Although, just a bit of marriage advice for you…don’t pay for things separately! You are one now! Embrace it!”

Grace looked nervously at Finn, who looked away, and she knew he was snickering. She just knew it! Keeping her smile in place, she said, “This will be our last separate purchase, right, baby?”

Grinning, Finn nodded. “Of course, snookums. Now, why don’t we let this lovely lady finish ringing you up so you can get changed and we can get going?”

Just the thought of getting out of the gown was enough to spur Grace into action. After she paid, she pulled a pair of yoga pants, a t-shirt, socks, and sneakers from the bags and walked over to the ladies’ room. Finn took the rest of the purchases and told her he’d meet her at the truck, and that was fine with her.

It didn’t take long, however, for her to realize that this wasn’t going to be a quick-change. It had taken the help of Tilly to get into her gown, and no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to get out of it alone. She was practically sewn into it. She stepped out of the stall and caught her reflection in the mirror and wanted to cry. There was a time when she’d thought this was her dream gown. The salesgirl at the dress shop had said it was a fairytale fantasy kind of gown and had sold her with her whimsical description. The fitted bodice was adorned with exquisite lace appliques and accented with beads and rhinestones. The sheer off-the-shoulder neckline was exactly what she had wanted, and months of working out at the gym meant she could really show off her arms. 

But the floor-length skirt had sealed the deal for her. The oversized skirt was embellished with delicate handmade flowers. The outer layer was made of tulle, the interlayer was made of silk net, and the lining was made of satin.  The first time she had tried it on, she felt like a princess. And now look at her. She was muddy, the dress was ruined, her makeup was a smeared mess, and she was standing in a Walmart bathroom. Muttering a curse, Grace grabbed her new clothes and stormed out of the ladies’ room and out to the parking lot where she found Finn eating one of her candy bars.

“Hey!” she snapped. “What the hell, Finn? Those are mine!”

With a shrug, he laughed and looked her up and down. “Problem?”

“Yes, there’s a problem! Why wouldn’t there be a problem?” she asked sarcastically. “I can’t get out of this stupid gown. I can’t reach the damn buttons.” Turning her back to him, she motioned to them. “Can you…can you please just help me?”

He popped the last bite of candy into his mouth before reaching out and Grace could feel his knuckles gently caress her skin. Tingles of awareness ran down her spine, and she cursed herself for responding at all at a time like this. 

“These buttons are ridiculously small,” he murmured as he leaned in close, and now she could feel his warm breath along her spine too.

“I’m in hell,” she muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“What? Oh…uh, nothing. Just commenting on how rotten my luck’s been today.”

She felt his hands down near her waist and quickly stepped aside. “I think that should do it. Thanks.” Glancing toward the massive store, Grace considered her options. The rain had stopped, and she was just so damn tired. “Hey, can you just…you know…turn around?”

Finn looked at her like she was crazy. “You’re not going to get changed right here, are you?”

“C’mon, Finn. I don’t want to hike back inside!” she whined. “My feet are killing me, this dress is wide open now in the back and…please? Just stand in front of me. I’ll open the truck door to shield me on one side and you can shield me on the other. I’ll be fast, I swear!”

“Grace, you can’t be serious…”

And that was it.

She’d hit her breaking point. Stepping in close, she poked him in the chest. “Do you think that maybe–just maybe–something can go my way tonight? Isn’t it bad enough that I’m standing here in a Walmart parking lot on what was supposed to be my wedding night? I’m tired, I’m hungry, and all I want is to take this damn dress off! You ate one of my candy bars, so you owe me! Now, are you going to help me or not? Because I’ve got to tell you, Finn, I’m not opposed to stripping down right here and just getting it over with!”

By the time she was done, she was breathless and shaking with rage, and Finn must have realized it because he turned around and gave her some room. “Wait,” he said. Stepping around her, he reached into the space behind the seats and pulled out all the shopping bags. Loading his hands with all of them, he stepped in front of her and turned his back to her. “Extra blockage.”

As crazy as it sounded, it was the nicest thing he could have done for her.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and then quickly stripped off her dress and pulled on her new comfy clothes.

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Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.

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Spotlight: The Secrets of Hawthorne House by Donald Firesmith


The Secrets of Hawthorne House 
by Donald Firesmith 
Genre: YA/MG Urban Fantasy 


Matt's life changes forever when a family of druids moves into the dilapidated Victorian mansion next door. The story of an unlikely friendship, the clash of two completely different cultures, secret magic, and a search for the lost Hawthorne treasure. 

Fifteen-year-old Matt Mitchell was having the worst summer imaginable. Matt’s misery started when a drunk driver killed his mother. Then his father moved him and his twin sister to the small town of Hawthorne in rural Indiana, as far as his grieving father could take from the ocean that Matt's mother had loved. At the new high school, three bullies are determined to make Matt miserable. And to top it off, Matt learns that the recluse who lives in the 'haunted house" next door is none other than Old Lady Hawthorne, the town’s infamous witch and murderer. Matt’s terrible summer is turning into an awful autumn when something quite unexpected happens. Old Lady Hawthorne’s niece and her three children arrive, and Matt meets Gerallt. 




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A geek by day, Donald Firesmith works as a system and software engineer helping the US Government acquire large, complex software-intensive systems. In this guise, he has authored seven technical books, written numerous software- and system-related articles and papers, and spoken at more conferences than he can possibly remember. He's also proud to have been named a Distinguished Engineer by the Association of Computing Machinery, although his pride is tempered somewhat by his fear that the term "distinguished" makes him sound like a graybeard academic rather than an active engineer whose beard is still slightly more red than gray.

By night and on weekends, his alter ego writes modern paranormal fantasy, apocalyptic science fiction, action and adventure novels and relaxes by handcrafting magic wands from various magical woods and mystical gemstones. His first foray into fiction is the book Magical Wands: A Cornucopia of Wand Lore written under the pen name Wolfrick Ignatius Feuerschmied. He lives in Crafton, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, and his son Dane, and varying numbers of dogs, cats, and birds. 




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Spotlight: Fireworks (Coffee Shop Girls) by L. Moone

Lauren
From the moment I bump into him at the coffee shop, I know I am in trouble. The way he looks at me – confident as though he’s won me over already – tells me he’s unlike any other guy.

Lawrence isn’t a boy, he’s a man. And he’s pursuing me relentlessly.

During one whirlwind night together, he makes me feel things I never thought possible; shows me passion I’ve never known before. Could he be the one, or is our love doomed to fail like all the others who came before? You see, guys tend to run once they find out who I am…

Lawrence
Lauren is mine from the moment I first spotted her, she just doesn’t know it yet. When I put my mind to something – whether in business or in my personal life- I’m the sort of guy who follows through, normally.

I vow to woo Lauren, to convince her she’s the shining beacon that’s been missing in my world, when an unforeseen revelation ruins everything. Once I find out her last name, it opens up a world of complications. I’m in business with her father and he isn’t going to take kindly to our affair.

If I want a chance to claim her, just how much am I willing to give up – personally as well as professionally?

Note: this self-contained steamy holiday read may end up melting not just your Kindle, but your heart as well! If you love steamy body positive romance stories featuring confident older men and a curvy younger women, L. Moone’s Coffee Shop Girls series is going to tick all your boxes. Every book follows a different couple from the moment lightning first strikes all the way to their happily ever after. They can be read in any order, but for maximum enjoyment I suggest you start here, with some Fireworks.

Excerpt

Lauren

Four days left until our grand opening.

Although I want nothing more than to check my email, the icy winds force me to keep my hands deeply buried in the pockets of my coat. Until I get to safety, that is.

The coffee shop around the corner, with its quirky interior and extensive menu of piping hot caffeinated treats, is the perfect escape from the ungodly weather outside. I’d first found it a couple of months ago when I came down with Dad to inspect the building housing my new boutique. 

At that time, I hadn’t even signed the lease yet, and look at me now!

“Hazelnut latte, queen size,” I say, while rubbing my frozen hands together. 

Alice, who works here, smiles at me as she takes my money. “How’s work on the shop coming along?” 

“Oh, you know. Every day a new fuck-up.” 

“Ain’t that the truth.”

I take a seat near the tiny freestanding fireplace in the corner and peel off my gloves, which so far have done nothing to keep me warm. Maybe I should have a cute little gas fire installed at the shop also… No, don’t be silly, I tell myself. I’d have to change the layout and there’s simply no time!

As soon as the numbness wears off, I’ve got my phone in my hand and keep tapping ‘refresh’ over and over. As if that’ll speed things up.

But my much-awaited email doesn’t appear. Instead, I open WhatsApp and start typing a message to Emily, my best friend growing up and newly appointed business partner.

‘Morning, how are the invitations coming along? How many RSVPs?’

She doesn’t respond. She hasn’t even read the message yet, it seems. I suppose I shouldn’t expect her to. It’s only eight-thirty in the morning, and on top of that it’s the Saturday after Christmas. I can guess what she’s up to, and sleep has very little to do with it.

She’s been distracted ever since she got together with Ian, her boss at her old job. They’re a couple now and I’m happy for them. I have to be; I feel partially responsible for making it happen. But if we’re going to be ready on time for the opening, I need her to focus.

In the background, an email notification gets my nerves surging. 

This is it.

My heart is hammering in my throat when I click on the subject line—“Tracking Information”—and follow the link to see my much-awaited shipment’s progress. I could use some good news.

“Monday?” I exclaim. “Bloody hell, that’s cutting it short.” 

“Lauren!” Alice calls out from across the shop.

Finally! I rush to the counter and reach for the tall takeaway cup with my left hand, while typing a fresh message to Em with my right. 

‘Delivery’s coming in on M-

But I don’t get the chance to finish it. The second I grab the cup, I feel a warm, much larger hand close on top of mine.

“Fuck me!” I gasp, almost dropping the phone onto the floor.

“In front of all these people?”

I look up at the man towering over me and am lost in the depths of his warm amber eyes. He’s a looker for sure. Tan skin, salt and pepper hair, and broad shoulders that appear strong enough to carry the world.

And if I hadn’t been so startled by our sudden contact, I might have handled this encounter with a lot more finesse. After the boys I’ve tried dating occasionally, it’s refreshing to encounter a real man.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“You’re excused. May I have my coffee now?” he asks. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes tell me he’s got a few years on me. But like a fine whiskey, the extra maturity has only made him more delicious. 

I glance down at our hands, which are still holding on to the same cup, and frown. “That’s my coffee. Alice called my name.”

“No, I think you’ll find that’s actually my coffee. But you’re welcome to it, if you give me your number.” 

I frown and open my mouth to say something, but the words aren’t coming.

He’s very forward, this guy. Usually I’m the mouthy one wherever I go, but right now I just can’t think straight. Where’s a clever comeback when you really need one?

So, I’m left shaking my head while I wave Alice over. 

“Is this my coffee, or his?” I ask. 

She takes one look at my flustered face, then focuses on Mr. Tall, Dark & Handsome beside me and grins. “The slip says Lawrence. Sorry, girl, yours is up next.” 

“Oh…” I loosen my grip on the cup, only to find that he’s still holding on tight. “Lawrence, is it?” 

“Nice to meet you.” His tone has changed from playful to husky, and the way he’s staring at me unleashes a swarm of butterflies in my chest. “And you are?” 

“Lauren!” Alice calls out, and slides an identical takeaway cup in my direction.

“Lauren,” he says slowly and deliberately. 

Instantly I imagine him whispering it to me while we’re in bed. Stop it, woman!

“Hence my confusion,” I mutter.

I hate how nervous he makes me. I fancy myself a capable and independent woman, proprietor of my own business, even. And yet, in front of Lawrence I’m all teeth.

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Realistic characters, pure emotions, true passion. Everything I write is about the characters: how they interact, what’s going on in their heads, how the passionate relationship develops and affects them. I don’t believe in keeping things hidden, or dressing them up just for show. Some of my characters are potty-mouths, most of them are less than perfect (yes, even physically). I aim to write a happy ending for all of them, without keeping anything behind closed doors.

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Spotlight: The Anti-Honeymoon by Bethany Michaels

No groom? No Problem.

When her fiancé tries to turn their wedding into a publicity stunt, Jenna ditches the nuptials—and the groom she shouldn’t have been with in the first place—and skips straight to the honeymoon. The getaway driver, her ex-fiancé’s former business partner, Zach, is the perfect guy to help reshape her romantic newlywed itinerary into an anti-couple, anti-romance, anti-honeymoon adventure for two.

They trade couples yoga for kickboxing lessons. Five-star dining on the beach for pizza and beer at a dive bar. Forget couples massage—Jenna’s getting that tattoo she’s always wanted, and dares Zach to get one, too. And those naughty boudoir pics she took in place of romantic sunset snaps? Those aren’t going in anyone’s wedding album. Not that Zach will forget them anytime soon.

As each item on Jenna’s anti-couples list is checked off, the anti-honeymoon with Zach feels more and more like the real thing, and she wishes the list was just a little bit longer…and even steamier.

Excerpt

 “Need help with your bags or anything?” Zach called from the hallway.

Jenna sighed from inside the dress’s folds.  “Yes, actually I do need some help.”

She heard the bedroom door open. “In here,” she said, shoving the skirt back down so it covered her ass. She tugged it into place just as Zach entered the closet.  

“I need you to rip this off me.”

“Pardon?” He looked like she’d just asked him to play strip poker.

“I’m sewn into the dress,” she explained. “I need you to pull the back seam apart.” She turned her back so he could get at it.

“You’re sewn into the dress?”

“It’s a designer thing. Apparently.” This would be her first—and last—experience wearing a designer gown. If she ever did actually meet a man and make it through the whole wedding ceremony, it would be on a beach somewhere. No pinchy shoes, no fussy hair and make-up, no designer gown and no Python. Just a flowy comfortable dress, her bare feet, and the ocean waves. And a groom, of course. One focused on her and not making things appear perfect for a magazine spread.

“If you say so.” He sounded uncertain and really she couldn’t blame him. Even though he probably had women taking off their clothes in front of him all the time, they probably didn’t often ask him to rip them out of a wedding gown. At least not on the first date.

Jenna jumped when his hand brushed her bare shoulder. His heat was like a volcano at her back and the clean, soapy smell of him made her want to inhale deeply.

“Sorry,” he murmured, though she wasn’t sure what he had to be sorry about. “Just…rip it?”

“At the seam. It should pull apart.”

He tugged at the fabric tentatively.

It didn’t give way like she thought it would. “Harder,” she said, trying to speed things up. His nearness was disconcerting and a little space would be a good thing.

“I’m going to rip it.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Just get me out of this thing. Please.”

Zach popped the top stitch and it all separated at once, from her nape to her ass.

She clutched the front of the dress to her breasts.

“What the hell is that?” he asked and it took Jenna a minute to figure out what he meant.

“The Python,” Jenna said, turning around. “Haute Couture isn’t made for women with curves in mind. Elliot and the designer thought this would make the dress flow better.”

“Wow,” he muttered, staring. Then he shook his head. “Please tell me you’re not sewn into that thing, too.”

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Bethany Michaels is the author of over a dozen contemporary novels and novellas as well as a handful of Regency-set historicals and light paranormal romances. The first book in her Nashville country music series, Nashville Heat, was an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee.

When not working on her next book, Bethany enjoys movies, traveling, camping, hiking, and volunteering with her kids’ scout troops. She lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and four teens.

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Spotlight: Poor Florida Cracker by Chelsea Falin


Poor Florida Cracker 
by Chelsea Falin 
Genre: YA Coming of Age 


Sissy Collet and her siblings have grown up with neglectful parents, impoverished, and bullied by their small town. When they finally get their chance to break free, they take it - despite having the odds stacked against their favor. With nothing except a half-cooked scheme and an old beater, they set off without a set destination in the hopes they will finally be free of the baggage holding them back. Will Sissy get her happily ever after? Or will she never be anything more than a Poor Florida Cracker? 





Chelsea Falin is the 25 year old independent author of well over ten titles. She began writing with intents to publish in 2006, at age 16, and finally published in 2009, at age 19. Chelsea writes in a variety of genres, including but not limited to: romance, young adult, comedy, cooking, poetry, and dramatic fiction. Professionally, Chelsea is also a freelance blog/article writer, web designer, and book blogger. 

In her personal life, Chelsea is the mother of a six year old daughter. In her free time, she enjoys reading, writing, fishing, hiking, biking, traveling, and spending time with her friends or family. 






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