Sunday, April 5, 2020

Sales Blitz for THREE BLIND DATES by Meghan Quinn

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THREE BLIND DATES by Meghan Quinn
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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A modern day take on You've Got Mail with a twist. This laugh out loud and heartwarming romantic comedy from bestselling author Meghan Quinn will keep you on the edge of your feet as you fall in love with each and every blind date. 
"Good Morning Malibu, it’s another beautiful day on the west coast! I'm Noely Clark, your host: and I'm in the market for love…” When the publicity team of the new local restaurant, Going in Blind, began their search for a hot, local celebrity to promote the wildly popular eatery, they couldn’t have found a better person than me. Outgoing? Check. Single? Check. Open to finding love? Check. I signed up immediately. A hopeless romantic with an exceedingly demanding schedule, I've found it impossible to find the man of my dreams—so Going in Blind seems too good to be true! That’s until they start setting me up on dates—three very different, very attractive, very distinct blind dates—and only one thing is for certain . . . I’m in big trouble. "Good Morning Malibu, I'm Noely Clark, and I have a choice to make. The question is who will I choose; the suit, the rebel, or the jock."  
*** This is a full length novel , 115,000 words, with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating, and full of heart, humor and, steamy heat. ***

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Cover Reveal for His Small-Town Girl by Lacy Williams


Sutter’s Hollow Book 1
Sweet Romance
Date Published: May 12, 2020

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She’s sweet and wholesome. And hiding something.
He’s back home, resurrecting old ghosts.
One of them is going to get hurt.

Molly arrives in Sutter’s Hollow out of gas and out of options. The rundown ranch seems like a perfect place to hide. Except the man who owns it seems just as dangerous as what’s chasing her.

Cord’s mantra growing up? Get out of Sutter’s Hollow. Now he’s back in town, but only long enough to get rid of his grandma’s ball and chain—the ranch. He doesn’t need a complication like Molly, who reminds him of an injured baby bird. He’s no protector. So why can’t he tell her to get lost?



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Saturday, April 4, 2020

SALE BLITZ for LAST WORDS by COLLEEN GREEN



Last Words by Colleen Green


Series: The Amber Milestone; Book 1
Genre: Romance / Suspense


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Amber Milestone loves her job as a chef at Hale's View, an upscale restaurant next to Hale Vineyards in Napa Valley, California. She works with her stepfather, who is a partner in the business with Mr. Hale. Amber has more than just a business relationship with Mr. Hale's son, Jack. She is swept away by Jack's handsome smile and charmed by his romantic side, which has no limitations when it comes to money or connections. Amidst the lush landscape of the vineyards, she finds herself in a world of seduction that blurs the line between true love and raw passion. Amber and Jack's devotion to each other is tested by the corrupt world of money and power that threatens to destroy everything they have begun to build. Amber's dreams of owning her own restaurant are within her reach, but everything comes with a price.




Book Blitz for The Ticket by Fred Shackelford



Mystery, Thriller
Publisher: Black Opal Books

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The Ticket is the story of a frantic and perilous search for a missing lottery ticket worth $241 million. The lives of a corrupt gambler, a retired detective, and a woman in hiding intersect as the ticket is about to expire.

Channing Booker, a compulsive gambler, drug abuser, and philanderer whose marriage is failing, finally gets lucky and wins the Mega Millions lottery. Expecting an imminent divorce, and hoping to hide his new fortune from his wife Susan, Channing devises a scheme to have a friend claim the $241-million jackpot and secretly return the money to Channing after the divorce is final. But Susan flees with all of her possessions, including the rare book in which Channing hid the winning lottery ticket. With time running out before the lottery ticket expires, Channing launches a desperate search to find Susan, but she’s covered her tracks well, fearing his retribution. In need of money to fund her furtive new lifestyle, Susan begins selling off her worldly goods, including her rare books, unleashing a chain of events that puts not only her life in danger, but that of her new love as well…

Praise for The Ticket:
"Threaded within the plot twists are other stories of secondary characters, some hapless, some heroic, that in the end knit together to create a terrific, satisfying read." - Publisher's Weekly (Publishers Weekly, an independent organization, reviewed The Ticket in manuscript form prior to publication.)

"I know it is a reviewer's cliché, but The Ticket is a page turner. Once I began reading, I couldn't put it down until I learned the fate of 2, 6, 9, 17, 55, 12. Economists are not great forecasters, but I predict that readers of Shackelford's first novel will demand that he supply more titles in the future." Kenneth G. Elzinga: aka Marshall Jevons, author of the Henry Spearman mystery novels and Mystery Writers of America Edgar judge for the Best Mystery Novel of the Year

"The hunt for the lost lottery ticket is exciting, dangerous, and fun. Fred Shackelford juggles a cast of characters who are resourceful, driven, complex, potentially lethal, and always entertaining. The villain, Channing Booker - the name is a great pun -- is both amusing and frightening in his evil ways. The author works insights about the law into the quick moving plot, and he keeps readers tense about impending dangers. For fans of thrillers and of le-gal novels, Fred Shackelford artfully marries both genres in this superb début." John Jebb, author of True Crime: Virginia

"The Ticket takes you into the mind of a true sleazebag. Channing Booker wins a jackpot lottery ticket one day and loses it the next. This blunder sets off a captivating chase, keeping the reader guessing at every turn. Fred Shackelford, the author and a keen legal mind himself, weaves obstacles throughout, confronting his protagonist with colorful characters who thwart Channing's progress and confound his oily maneuvers. Channing is a jerk, no doubt; so why do we keep hoping he'll win? Maybe, we want a sequel! Beware! The cunning suspense herein will disrupt your sleep. A breathless read! Janet Martin, author of The Christmas Swap





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CHAPTER 1

Channing Booker’s hand trembled as he held the slip of paper. Bleary-eyed from a Friday night of drinking and revelry, he wasn’t sure if what he saw was real. In the darkness of his study, he stared at the Virginia Lottery’s website in the pale glow of a smartphone screen. Slowly he read the six winning Mega Millions numbers one more time. He had been playing the lottery for at least a decade but had little to show for it—until now.
Glancing back and forth between the winning numbers on his smartphone and a row of digits on the slip of paper, he confirmed that his ticket was a winner. Tonight’s projected jackpot was $239 million, but with a flurry of last-minute ticket buying it may have inched up another million or so.
Knowing he had beaten odds of 303 million to one, Channing hoped his luck would hold when the final results were announced. Surely no one deserved a windfall more than he did, and he pondered the injustice that would befall him if someone else held a lucky ticket. His elation began to ebb as he considered the possibility that he might have to share his jackpot with another player. It ebbed even further as he realized that his new fortune, in whatever amount, would have to be divided between him and the woman who was sleeping upstairs.
Channing began to contemplate the radical changes that his sudden stroke of luck would bring. He was al-most certain that Susan’s lawyer would be filing divorce papers soon, and until tonight he had dreaded the monetary implications of being single again. His few remaining assets would be snatched away by an irate wife, a greedy divorce lawyer, and a hostile judge. But they can only take what they can find.
He would wait until the divorce was final before cashing in the ticket, speeding the litigation along with magnanimous concessions and generous settlement offers. At least they would seem generous coming from a man whose apparent wealth had dwindled. Without children, there would be no protracted fight over custody or child support. He could wrap up the whole sorry process in a couple of months, grab his lottery winnings, reclaim his Mercedes, and retire with his favorite girlfriend to an is-land in the Caribbean.
As he leaned back on the couch, his pulse rate gradually returned to normal, and the shock of seeing the winning numbers on his ticket subsided. Minutes passed as he reveled in his vision of a carefree future. The house was silent, except for the gentle purr of Tony, the resident Siamese cat, who was curled up in a ball at the other end of the couch. Unfazed by the silent drama that was unfolding before him, Tony watched placidly as his master stared at the ceiling. A sliver of moonlight peeked through the curtains and cast faint shadows around the room. Channing set the winning ticket on the small mahogany table at the end of the couch and gazed at it for several minutes.
His thoughts turned to the practical implications of his plan. He knew that when he cashed in the lottery ticket his win would be a matter of public record. Virginia’s lottery rules required jackpot winners to appear at a press conference, shake hands with an official, and accept an oversized replica of a check. Although he had no expertise in family law, he suspected that Susan’s lawyer could reopen the divorce case and seize much of his new for-tune. His precarious legal position called for a more sophisticated plan to preserve the money until it could be secretly deposited in an offshore bank account.
He assumed that he could count on help from one of his drinking buddies, Sully Pendleton. A local attorney who practiced out of a small office downtown, Sully was Channing’s closest confidant. The two of them had collaborated on a commercial fraud case some years ago, and a friendship developed and grew over time. In addition to drinking and pursuing women, they shared an interest in professional football and often attended Carolina Panthers games together.
In fact, Channing was planning to leave with Sully the following Sunday morning to see the Panthers play the Falcons. On the way to the game he would ask Sully to safeguard the ticket until his divorce was final, and then wait a decent interval before cashing it in, as if Sully were the lucky winner. Sully could take a percentage off the top, plus enough to pay the taxes that would accrue, and then quietly wire the balance to an account that Channing would open at a bank in the Cayman Islands.
Channing hoped his friend would accept a share of eight to ten percent for his trouble, but if he wanted more, the additional expense would be worth it. A matter of this delicacy required the sensitivity and discretion that only Sully could bring to the task.


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Fred Shackelford is a Virginia attorney who lives on farmland that his great-great-grandfather purchased in 1817. Before writing his début novel The Ticket, he published Judges Say the Darndest Things, a collection of humorous excerpts from legal opinions. Fred is a graduate of the University of Virginia. (Go Wahoos!). In addition to winning honorable mention for the Eric Hoffer Award, The Ticket was a finalist for the National Indie Excellence Awards, a finalist for both the Clue Award and the Mystery & Mayhem Award from Chanticleer Book Reviews, and a quarterfinalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.

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Release Blitz for Forbidden Desire by L.M. Mountford




Title: Forbidden Desire
Series: Confessions of a Trophy Wife #1
Author: L.M. Mountford

Genre: Steamy Dark Romance/Erotica
Release Date: April 4, 2020



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He closed the gap, his big hand moving to gently rest on her denim encased thigh. “I prefer more mature women. Women who know what they want and how to get it.”

To all the rest of the world, Elizabeth Clarke had it all.
A successful husband. A beautiful home. And now a son off to university.
She is a perfect housewife with the perfect life.
It’s a lie.
Her husband is a lying, drinking philanderer who hates her as much as she loathes him. Her home is beautiful, but empty, nothing more than a gilded cage to keep her trapped in a world she never wanted.
That is, until he came back into town.
Hugh Becket.
Her son’s best friend.
He’s hot, young, and so forbidden.
Elizabeth knows she should stay away, but when the devil comes knocking on her door in the middle of the night, what’s a poor neglected trophy wife to do?

Forbidden Desire is a super hot older woman / younger man romance. It has a HEA, NO Cliffhanger and all the steam you have come to expect from the Lord of Lust.



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Oh God, was that monster his cock or did he just stick a bloody cucumber down his trousers?
Furiously scrubbing her hair with the towel, Elizabeth felt her cheeks burning at the memory of the appendage straining against Hugh’s trousers.
Oh fuck, he’s huge … Did I do that to him?
The thought came out of nowhere and sent a pulse of heat straight down to her clit. Shocked, she immediately tried to brush it aside, but then couldn’t help remembering the way he’d been watching her, the hot predatory gleam in his eyes as he'd looked her over.
She knew that look. It was a hot look, dark and hungry. Sultry and very, very dangerous in the eyes of a young stud.
She’d seen it a lot when she was younger. On Saturday nights out when she went out to hit the town with her girlfriends. The clubs and bars would be thronged with packs of men who’d watch them with that same look. Like packs of wild dogs, eyeing up a fresh juicy bit of meat. Some of Patrick's mates had given her that same look over the years too, when they’d had a few too many and were likely to get handsy…
But to see Hugh giving her that same look. No, it couldn’t be.
She’d known him and his mother for years, since he and Victor were kids in playschool. He was young enough to be her son. He was her friend’s son, and her own son’s best friend. And she was too old for him, much too old.
I’m old enough to be his mother.
“Tea's up!”
Her heart leapt at the husky voice.
Aimlessly scrubbing her hair, she swung around to find Hugh standing in the doorway, holding two steaming mugs. The vision was as breath-taking as it had been when he had been standing in the doorway. The image of him, in those casual distressed jeans and tight shirt, radiating such raw masculinity, an alpha male at ease in his territory, made her long to be twenty years younger.
He placed them on the coffee table.
“Still lots of milk and three sugars, right?”
Placing the towel over the headrest of one of the two matching armchairs that encircled one side of the table, she sat in one corner of the sofa that sat opposite. Able to practically feel the heat of his eyes on her skin through her clothes, she picked up the mug and sipped. Sweet and just that little bit shy of hot. Perfect.
“Cheers.”
Elizabeth sipped and sipped, until she knew she couldn’t avoid talking to Hugh any longer without seeming rude. Then she mentally kicked herself. She was being ridiculous.
This was Hugh, just Hugh. It didn’t matter that he had grown into a smouldering and sexy-as-hell Adonis. It was still Hugh. She focused on that, trying to think of the little boy she’d use to watch play in the park.
“So, Jen and Mike took off to the sun and gave you run of the house, huh? Where’d they go?”
“Gran Canaria,” he answered, sitting beside her. As it was a two-seater, there was just enough room on the sofa for them both. Just. “Dad scored a big commission, so they rented a condo out there for the month to celebrate.”
“Lucky for some…” Elizabeth could feel herself shaking from his closeness. His tone was offhand and casual, but the way the smokiness of his voice curled around the words, he might as well have been whispering dirty fuck-me-talk right in her ear. “So, does this mean you've finished your pupillage?”
He picked his own mug up off the glass tabletop. “Yep, I’m now a fully certified and experienced lawyer.”
“That’s great.” Her breath caught as he drank, her eyes immediately fixing on the subtle movements of his throat as he swallowed. Then she noticed his eyes, those intense, baleful blue eyes, burning bright against the inky dark of his pupils, watching her over the rim. She quickly looked away. “What are you going to do now? Take a break here while your parents are away then head off back to the city? Get snapped up by some big firm and become a hotshot city lawyer? I could just see you in the Old Bailey. Parading around in your robe and wig, then hitting the streets with your expensive tailored suits and flash super car. You were always a flash git, even when you and Victor were kids.”
“Ouch,” he mocked a hurt look. Then, putting the mug down, he rounded on her, the force of his presence enough to have her edging back into the sofa. “No, actually I’m here to stay. I took a job with a small firm down in Taunton. And I’m not involved in criminal law. I handle insurance.”
“Insurance?”
“Yeah, insurance, and a bit of property law. It’s less glamorous but steadier.” As he spoke, Elizabeth couldn’t help noticing he was edging closer. “And my clients aren’t likely to throw acid in my face if I can’t get them off.”
Their growing proximity had awareness tingling through her arms, and heat gathering in the pit of her belly. “Fair point. So, you’ve just moved back into your old room? Aren’t you a bit … err big for that now?”
“A little.” He teased and actually winked at her. “That’s why I’m kipping in the spare room while I look for a place of my own.”
“To rent?”
“Afraid so.”
He was getting closer, too close.
“Well it shouldn’t take long to find somewhere, if you know where to look. You know, there are some very nice places over my way.” Fuck, why had she said that.
“I remember.” His voice lowered, growing hotter like the space between them. “You’ll have to show me around, give me the grand tour.”
In spite of herself, Elizabeth’s heart leapt at the idea.
“Sure, pop round anytime you’re free and I’d be happy to show you the neighbourhood.” God, what was she saying? She really needed to stop talking now. But she couldn’t stop herself, it had just come out as her mind swam with the thought of him and her, alone, that body pushing up against her, all hard and male, his wicked mouth doing unspeakable things.
No, this wasn’t good. She needed to get things onto a safer ground. “I know Victor would love it. You haven’t seen him in ages. And it’s such a great place to start a family, I’m sure your girlfriend will love it.”
He smirked, as if he could see how close she was to snapping. And revelled in it. “Well, that sounds great, all I need to do now is to find a wife.”
“Oh, so there’s no one…”
“Oh, there’s someone,” he said. “There has been for a long time. She just doesn’t know it, yet.”
Elizabeth felt a lump developing in her throat, her heart racing like a bird in a cage. “Well, I’m sure she’s a very special girl.”
“She is, but I’m not really interested in girls.” He closed the gap, his big hand moving to gently rest on her denim encased thigh. “I prefer more mature women. Women who know what they want and how to get it."
She wanted him.
Wanted to touch him, taste him, bite him.
Wanted to lick her way down those delicious abs, tear those damn jeans off with her teeth, and suck his big fucking cock until-
He kissed her hungrily, all heat and instinct.






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Release Blitz for Assassin's Game by Ella Sheridan




Title: Assassin's Game
Series: Assassins #4
Author: Ella Sheridan
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 30, 2020



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I’m the genius behind the keyboard, the man at my brothers’ backs when trouble comes calling. Killing might not have been my nature, but I learned to do what I had to, to survive. To keep them alive.

Now, with everything going right, with my family finally happy, a new threat has risen. A shadow. A menace that could take it all away in a single breath.

And not just from my family. From hers.

Nix. 

One glance and I knew I’d walk through fire to make her see me, make her mine. Too bad she’s not willing to see inside of me.

In a world where might makes right, we’re on different sides of the spectrum, but in this game of cat-and-mouse, it will take both of us to make it out alive.







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The silence between us built as I waited for him to speak, and a warm flush crept up my neck and onto my cheeks. Finally I risked a sideways glance.
Eli was staring—at me.
“What?” I gathered my bowl and plate, silverware, but couldn’t step away without looking at him again. “Eli?”
He shook his head. “I was just…” Another shrug showcased the thick muscles beneath his thin T-shirt. “I was trying to figure out what it is about you.”
The thump of my heartbeat got harder against my ribs. “What is what about me?”
He turned, planting a hip against the counter as he continued to stare. “Every time I look at you, it’s like a magnet,” he said, “pulling me back time and again. I noticed it at the restaurant. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you. And now…”
Every cell in my body screamed at me to run, hide, get away—and yet… “Now…what?”
“Now I know about you—a little of what you’ve been through, what you do, how you love your team.”
“They’re my family.” The amber glow of his gaze had me dropping mine.
Why was I looking at the floor? I wasn’t shy. I didn’t lack strength or confidence—maybe had a little too much sometimes, actually. And yet that look… God. It was his intensity, the way his gaze crawled inside me and uncovered things I didn’t want to think about, didn’t want to feel. Especially right now.
I couldn’t bear it; Eli Agozi was too much. Too big a threat—to me, personally, my emotions, my thoughts. He pulled me down paths I couldn’t afford to follow. Mere hours in his presence and I knew.
He was the biggest risk I couldn’t afford to take.
“I don’t think it’s only that they became your family, though it’s partly that. It’s also just who you are, Beautiful.” Eli leaned close until his nose barely brushed mine. Too close. “You fascinate me, Mikaela. I’m not sure why, and I’m definitely not certain where it will end, but I do know one thing: it’s gonna be a hell of a ride.” He nudged my nose, one side of his mouth tugging up. “I can’t wait.”






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Ella Sheridan never fails to take her readers to the dark edges of love and back again. Strong heroines are her signature, and her heroes span the gamut from hot rock stars to alpha bodyguards and everywhere in between. Ella never pulls her punches, and her unique combination of raw emotion, hot sex, and action leave her readers panting for the next release.

Born and raised in the Deep South, Ella writes romantic suspense, erotic romance, and hot BDSM contemporaries. Start anywhere—every book may be read as a standalone, or begin with book one in any series and watch the ties between the characters grow.

★ Anything can happen in the shadows of a sultry Southern night. Explore the heat with the SOUTHERN NIGHTS romantic suspense series.
★ Secrets and sex abound in the SECRETS TO HIDE contemporary romance series.
★ Dark desires come to the fore in IF ONLY, a BDSM contemporary series.

“The perfect blend of suspense and romance.” – Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

“Ms. Sheridan writes suspense that grabs you and won't let go.” – Tea and Book

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Friday, April 3, 2020

Release Blitz for Miss Typed by Aubrey Bondurant




Title: Miss Typed
Series: Miss #2
Author: Aubrey Bondurant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2020



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Aiden Samuels is the most mysterious and sexy man I’ve ever met – and he’s my new boss.
He’s given me a second chance and now it’s up to me not to blow it. No matter how much I may want to trust him with my secrets, I can’t afford to let him in.

He can’t discover the truth.
No matter what the cost.

Chloe Mattson is the most disarming and intriguing woman I’ve ever met – and she’s my new assistant.

She’s brought light into my dark life, but she’s much too innocent for me. I need discipline and control to keep her at arms-length, but I can’t resist helping her, even when she insists she doesn’t need it. No matter how much I desire her, Chloe is off-limits.

Growing closer may prove complicated.
Staying away may prove impossible.






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Aiden sat behind his massive desk and glanced at what appeared to be a copy of my resumé. “How long have you worked for Delmont Security?”
Jumping straight into the interview. Okay. I could do this. I smoothed back my blond hair while reminding myself not to play with it. “About eight months.”
“You’ve been working with Tom Wilde the entire time?”
I tried not to cringe at the name of my former boss. It had only been two hours since he’d fired me, and I was still reeling from the incident.
“Yes. I’ve been working for Tom since I started here.” And whatever you do, please do not ask why we parted ways.
“What made you leave the position?”
Crap. “It was a mutual decision based on incompatibility.” I hoped my words sounded professional yet vague enough they weren’t a lie.
He studied me like he was a human lie detector. Was the temperature getting hotter in the room?
I squirmed under his heavy scrutiny.
“Reid, the interim HR Director, indicated there may have been a specific incident. One I’d rather hear about from you than from Tom.”
Double crap. I inhaled, realizing I had no choice but to come clean. “Yes, I suppose I’d rather you hear it from me, too.”
He waited, his amazing blue eyes focused on mine, making it clear he wouldn’t settle for less than the truth.
I took a deep breath, hoping to steady myself, not exactly proud of what I had to say. “I may have, uh, called Tom a pussy.”
Both Aiden’s brows shot up with surprise. “Come again?”
I forced air into my lungs and upped the volume in my shaking voice. It was taking everything I had to keep my composure.  “I said, I may have called Tom a pussy.”
For a moment Aiden didn’t speak. Then, looking as though he was trying to cover his shock, he cleared his throat. “May have?”
Pretty sure I was off the reservation as far as bad interviews went. “Did. I did call him a pussy.”
“And he overheard you?”
“Not exactly.” I crossed my legs and then uncrossed them.
Aiden stood up and walked with a slight limp to face the window. I could’ve sworn his lips twitched, but his lack of eye contact wasn’t a good sign. Calling my former boss a pussy didn’t exactly scream good assistant material to the potential new one.
“There are a lot of maybes and not exactlys, Chloe. I’m partial to the facts if you don’t mind.”
Right. Best to get the entire thing out. It would make for a great drunken story someday: how I’d called my boss a pussy, lost my job and my work visa for the UAE, and caused my family to become homeless.
Now would’ve been a good time to lie or at least stretch the truth. I did neither. “I was upset with Tom and using instant messenger to write about Tom when I accidentally mistyped who the message was meant for. So I sent a message which said TOM IS A PUSSY to Tom.”
Still not facing me, Aiden coughed into his hand. Finally, he pivoted toward me. “Who was the message intended for?”
“A colleague.” I wouldn’t name Teagan in this mess. Reid had guessed she was the intended recipient since she was both my roommate and best friend, but I didn’t need to out her to Aiden.
 “What did Tom say about this message?”
“He simply came out of his office and asked, ‘Is this how you talk about me behind my back?’” He’d been red faced and had sputtered his words with a piece of spinach wedged between his teeth. It wasn’t a scene I wished to relive.
“And?”
The devil on my shoulder had been tempted to give Tom a piece of my mind for what he’d done to warrant my name calling. But as was often the case, I hadn’t given into the temptation and stood up for myself. Guess Tom wasn’t the only pussy.
“I didn’t really respond.” I’d been in shock that I’d accidentally typed the message to him instead of to my roommate.
“Why did you call him a pu—the name you called him?”
In any other situation, I would’ve giggled at Aiden’s word flinch. I could guarantee nobody called the man in front of me a pussy. He presented sheer confidence. “I believed Tom had earned the name in this situation.”
“Did you apologize?” Aiden resumed the seat behind his desk.
Huh. Recalling the moment, I realized, nope. I sure hadn’t. Which was unlike me since I was Canadian, and apologies were in our DNA. “I don’t believe I had the chance. I was fired on the spot.”
“What did Tom do to warrant the name?”
Although I loathed my ex-boss and everything the man stood for, I wasn’t about to out his extramarital affair or the fact he’d thrown me under the bus to his wife. It wasn’t professional, and I wasn’t a gossip. I’d related the whole story to Reid because, as HR director, he had to keep the matter confidential. But telling Aiden seemed improper. “I’d rather not say as it’s of a delicate nature. Since you’re his colleague, I’m not sure it would be right for you to know the details.”
Aiden steepled his fingers. “I see.”
Triple crap. Time to plead my case. “I’m not proud of what happened, Mr. Samuels. I’m aware it was highly unprofessional and I wouldn’t take this second chance lightly if it was given to me. I work hard, I’m easy to get along with, and above anything, I hope my confession has showed I never lie even though this is an interview, and I know my words haven’t exactly painted me in the best light.”
“You’re loyal to the man who fired you?”
I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so I simply said, “Yes. Unfortunately, it would appear so.” I wondered if I should’ve spilled the dirt instead of sealing my fate with loyalty to someone who didn’t deserve it.
Aiden deliberated my answer while sitting back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. Damn, his intensity made me edgy.
“I admire your loyalty, especially given the circumstances. I also believe in second chances.”
I wanted to let out a breath of relief but sensed he wasn’t done.
“But for us to work together, I have a few rules.”
My mind was already busy coming up with a mental list of naughty rules I wished he’d give me. I certainly hadn’t ever felt this way about Tom, with his stupid JC Penney-catalog-model haircut, inability to chew with his mouth closed, and condescending tone.
But the last thing I needed was to lust over my new boss. “Okay. What are they?”
“Number one is honesty at all times. If you think I’m being a pussy, you tell me to my face.”




Review by Tabitha:
Where to begin on how I feel about this book. Honestly I don't think there is anything I can say or rather write that would truly give this book justice. Aiden is a veteran and on top of that he is an amputee veteran and I honestly feel like this author could not have displayed his character any better. His feelings, his brokenness for lack of a better word was so real. He was so real. This wasn't a fluff piece. I felt like the author really expressed how I would imagine a lot of amputee vets feel. Then there was Chloe and she was the perfect person to be the heroine for this hero. They had issues. Real issues. Together and separately and I really appreciate when an author doesn't make the characters perfect. People have flaws and in this type of story those flaws need to be showcased. All in all I loved this book so much and I can not wait for what I hope is going to be Reid's book next. 
5 Stars!


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Aubrey Bondurant is a working mom who loves to write, read and travel. 

She describes her writing style as: "Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy," which is just another way of saying she likes her characters funny, her bedroom scenes hot, and her romances with a happy ending. 

When Aubrey isn't working her day job, or spending time with her family, she's on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day!

She's a former member of the US Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football. 


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