Thursday, February 11, 2016

Excerpt Reveal!!! Soulless-- T.M. Frazier!!!



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"I'll deal with you when we get back to the house," Bear snapped, his words loaded with so many different meanings I trembled with both fear and anticipation.
"You're going to deal with me?" I asked. "How are you going to deal with me?" My attitude and confidence faded with each word until the last was merely a whisper.
"Yes, DEAL with you," Bear warned, suddenly pausing to take in my appearance. Slowly, from top to bottom, like he’d only just realized I was standing there. His eyelids hung heavy over his sapphire blues as he licked my body with his eyes, drinking me in like he was thirsty.    
No, not thirsty.
Hungry.
When he licked his lips I could have sworn he was about to eat me alive.  I tingled all over.  The awareness of him in such close proximity after so long washed over me.  Angry or not, my body didn’t care.  I didn’t care.  I wanted to reach out and touch his face, reassure him that he had no reason to be angry, but part of me liked that I could draw that kind of reaction from him.  He came alive when he was pissed, and something inside me loved that he became this primal possessive beast out to remind me who it was I belonged to.  
 Bear clenched his jaw and the muscles in his neck tensed and strained. He looked as if he were ready to either kill or fuck.  All I knew was that, one way or another, I was about to de devoured. 
I pressed my thighs together, trying to manage the pulsing between my legs, but the contact only ignited it further. Bear chuckled and glanced down to where my ankles were crossed. He closed the gap between us in two short strides, taking me off guard. I stumbled backward, tripping over a lose rock in the road. he reached out and roughly grabbed my arm before I could fall, pulling me flush into his hard chest. His warm skin radiated through my thin dress. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. My legs grew weaker and weaker as he lowered his head, inching closer and closer, until I was sure his lips were going to meet mine, when without warning he released my arm and spun away. "Get in the fucking truck, Ti," he called back to me. 
I stood there, unable to move, and trying to catch my breath while he headed over to King’s truck like that moment never passed between us. When he noticed I wasn’t behind him he growled and stalked back over to me. He grabbed me by the waist, his fingers digging into my skin.  He lifted me up, my short dress bunching up over my butt cheeks and slung me over his shoulder like I was a rolled up rug.
Wack.
He slapped my ass with his open palm. Hard. The bite of the smack stung where I was sure he’d left his mark. He tossed me into the truck with a caveman grunt and slammed the door behind me.
I was confused as all hell. 
I was so angry.
I was also elated.
I was in lust so hard that I was in physical pain.
I was really fucking angry.
I was head over heels in love.

Motherfucker.


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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!
                                                                                                                             
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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

New Release!!!! Tangled Hearts-- Sarah O'Rourke!!!!

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Yes, yes- oh my god, yes. It is live. This book. Whew. Callum Valentine. Gush. I need my own Cal. Like yesterday. Needless to say- I FREAKING LOVED this addition to the Paradise men, and cannot wait to give you guys my review, but for now- I want to urge you to run, not walk, to pick up your copy!! Do it now!!! You cannot miss out on this O'Rourke goodness, I promise you'll thank me!!!
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 Tangled Hearts

Army Strong has a mission....to protect Southern Sassy at all costs. 
The directive had been clear: Deeply embed himself in the fair town of Paradise, Tennessee, and keep one Melody Song Reardon from forgiving her fornicating ex-fiancé and keep her safe by any means necessary.   Fortunately, Retired First Sergeant Callum Valentine had always been a man that got the job done. Unfortunately, nobody told him that while his ‘job’ might be as pretty as a picture, she could be ornery as a wet cat and had a stubborn streak a mile long. Now, he was battling baristas and dodging would-be assassins in an effort to keep one sultry southern minx safe. 

He’d thought the Taliban would be the most dangerous force he ever face. Imagine his surprise when he realized that the radical extremists had nothing on one curvy little woman with a wicked edge to her tongue…. a woman that had somehow tangled herself around his cold heart.

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Melody Song Reardon was done with men. After learning that the man she’d been going to marry was no better than a corporate Casanova in and out of the boardroom and bedroom, she’d decided that love just wasn’t in the cards for her.  Which was fine.  She was young, smart, and capable… and better yet, she had a dream and a plan: Opening her very own book/yarn store – Hooks & Books. She had the brains. She had the building. And now, she had a freaking bodyguard compliments of her interfering older brother?

She didn’t care how mouthwateringly handsome her so-called savior was; she didn’t need another controlling man in her life telling her what to do. At least, she hadn’t needed one…. until those nerve wracking hang-ups and strange notes took an ominous turn. Now, somebody wants her dead and the only thing standing between her and the Grim Reaper is one seriously gorgeous man named Callum Valentine.   Falling in love again in the middle of her own personal apocalypse hadn’t been the plans…then again, the great thing about a plan is that it can change on a dime!


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Cal watched her another minute.  “You’re a stubborn little ball of fury, aren’t you?” he asked as he watched her try to attach the tool to the lug nut, wincing as the metal slipped for the second time in a row.
Melody took a deep breath before she slowly turned to face her tormenter.  “I was brought up believing that a girl should be able to take care of herself.  I forgot that lesson for a little while and almost made a mistake I could never undo with a man I’d rather forget.  I’m not ever going to repeat that experience again.  So, to answer your question, yes, I’m a stubborn little ball of fury.  Now, will you please go on your merry way?”
Cal finally gave into the urge and laughed, earning himself a cold look from the woman currently on her knees.  “Careful, Princess.  I’m gonna get a complex here because it’s beginning to feel like you don’t like me very much,” he taunted her with a wink.  Seeing her press her lips together tightly, he knew she was fighting the urge to scream bloody murder at him.  Squatting beside her, he met her fiery gaze.  “Cat got your tongue, Pretty Girl?”
“No,” she declared with a shake of her head as she looked from him to his jacked up truck.  “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Ask away, darlin’,” he invited silkily with a ready nod.  “I’m an open book,” he declared, holding his muscular arms out to his sides.  And it was true.  The book on him was open; it just happened to be written in code, he thought to himself as he gave himself a mental pat on the back for his own wittiness.
Melody offered him a deceptively sweet smile.  “Is it true that men use big trucks to compensate for smaller endowments in, well,… other more intimate areas?” she asked, dropping her voice to a conversational whisper as she gave his crotch a rather pointed look. 
Cal guffawed.  “Are you asking me if I’ve got a tiny dick, Princess?  Because I can tell you with a hundred percent honesty that the size of my cock and the size of my truck are very directly related.  They’re both big and bad, but if you don’t believe me, I’d be pleased to give you a private showing.”
Melody’s jaw dropped at his audacity.  “You… you just can’t say things like that!” she blustered, blushing furiously as he laughed in her face.
“I just did.  Besides, you started it,” he accused, propping his hands on his narrow hips as he leaned forward and stared her down.  “Don’t dish it out if you can’t handle having it spoon-fed back to you, Princess.”  Damn, Cal privately mused, he hadn’t had this much fun with a woman with her clothes on in years.  He couldn’t help wondering how exciting she’d be with her clothes off.  He definitely be making it a point to find that out as soon as humanly possible.
“I revert to my earlier statement.  You are a pig,” she reiterated with a disgusted shake of her head, her ponytail flying over one shoulder to smack him in the face as she moved.
“Maybe, but you’re just mad that you can’t seem to get one-up on me.  Not used to a man that will stand his ground and fight with you?” he asked, fishing for a response from her.  He wanted to know just how much she’d reveal about her ex-fiancé in casual conversation.  Her brother didn’t think there’d been any kind of physical abuse and based on her reactions to him, he tended to think RJ was right, but he wanted to be sure.  Because if he was wrong, she wouldn’t need his protection because he’d simply kill the motherfucker and be done with it.
“My former fiancé didn’t fight.  It was too low-class a thing for him to do.  He used to call our arguments spirited debates.  My ass, they were debates.  Freaking moron.  A fight is a fight, right?” she asked as she grunted with exertion while she tried to pry one of the lug nuts loose. 
“Right,” he agreed with a nod, sighing as her tool slipped again.  “Politicians have….what did you call ‘em?  Spirited debates?  Real men and women fight.”
“See, that’s what I thought, too.  But maybe that was the problem,” Melody muttered as she twisted the tire iron sharply, silently cursing the tight bolt.  “I always did think Bradley had political ambitions.  God knows that it’s what his dear old mommy and daddy wanted for him,” she continued to growl through gritted teeth as she twisted the tire iron violently.  “Eureka!” she shouted when the bolt moved a few millimeters.  “Did you see that?  It moved,” she yelped, as her body made a tiny celebratory shimmy.
Cal chuckled softly at her little dance.  “Sounds like this Bradley fella was kinda a douche,” he surmised, carefully watching Melody’s face.
“That is the understatement of the frickin’ year.  Heck, maybe the decade, too,” Melody muttered, lifting one hand to take a swipe at her sweaty forehead. 
Edging toward her, Cal tried to make a grab for the tool in her hand.  “Seriously, babe.  Let me do that for you,” he demanded gruffly, afraid she was going to either damage the wheel well or herself with her rough use of the tool.
“I’m about done warnin’ you, Stranger, so I’ll try and be real clear one last time.  You try to touch my tire iron again and I’m gonna introduce it to the side of that hard head of yours.  Repeatedly,” she informed him grimly while she desperately tried to loosen the second lug nut.  “And, for the record, let me just state that I am most certainly NOT your babe,” she huffed, panting with exertion.
He could see her energy waning and shook his head.  “You’re completely right, you aren’t my babe,” he agreed, covering Melody’s icy hands with his as she growled fiercely at the tire.  “Right now, you’re more of my pain in the ass, woman,” he continued, his hands tightening on hers as he helped her turn the lug nut.  “This’d be so much easier if you’d just let me do it,” he stated again, afraid he was going to hurt her hand by squeezing it too hard.  “Honest to God, sassy, sweet and stubborn is not the sexy combination I thought it would be on you.”



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Review!!!! Distraction-- Aurora Rose Reynolds!!!!



That's it, hands down- Sven is my favorite of the Underground Kings. This man, oh my god. Simply to die for. The intensity of his love and care for Maggie- even from the first time he lays eyes on her- it will melt you into a poodle of goo. 
I realize that he's only a Mayson by association, but obviously that's enough for him to still have the #BOOM. Because, it happens. Maggie is it for him. He knows it from the start, even as hard as he tries to fight it in the beginning.

And Maggie- god how I wanna be this chick. She's tough as nails, but still soft enough to let someone like Sven lead her into a life of happiness. That is not something a lot of women can do. To be able to live with, and love, an alpha- well, it takes a hell of a woman. Lucky for us readers, Mags is that woman. 

I loved their interactions, the way they challenged each other from the start. Neither one willing to admit that they were giving in, even though both of them were ultimately willing to do so for the other. That's what true love is. That give and take. Obviously, these two have it in spades. With Sven having to accept Maggie doing whatever it takes to help her sister, even when it puts her in danger, and Maggie having to stand behind Sven when she doesn't agree with the way he dispenses justice. It works for them. Loads.

Aurora has truly done a great job with this entire series, and I loved that we got all three men- Kenton, Kai, and Sven, together to bring an end to one of their problems. Also having Justin thrown in, which was a HUGE bonus (honestly, I LOVE Justin, and cannot freaking wait to get my hands on his book), she outdid herself on this one. I'm in love, as usual, with this woman's words and can only hope that the next round comes soon!!!



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Distraction: The great intensity, novelty, or attractiveness of something other than the object of attention.

Sven is a man who takes pride in his ability to separate himself from his emotions. He's a man who knows who he is and where he’s going in life, a man who needs no one, because needing someone, anyone, is a weakness.

His past taught him love isn’t enough. 

Maggie wants the happily ever after, but has never picked the right men, or stuck around long enough, to build a forever. It’s always been easier to get out early, before emotions make things messy.
 
When Maggie wakes up naked in Sven’s bed, with no memory of the night before, these two must be honest about their feelings and face their fears, so they can build a future together.

Will love be enough for them to get their happy ending together, or will a threat from outside strike them down before they ever have a chance?




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“Fuck no,” I snap, loosening my tie. The last assistant I had ended up being a clusterfuck. The woman was pissed that I wouldn’t fuck her. I finally had to fire her ass when she brought another woman up to my office and proceeded to try and get me to join them on my couch when I walked in on them half naked. Work is work. Yes, I might invite women up to fuck, but never anyone I work with.
“It’s not like she’s your type,” he says, and I feel my jaw tick. “Besides, if she’s up here with you, she’ll stop harassing the women down there.” He nods toward where she’s sitting and my eyes follow the movement, seeing her talking to a girl who looks a little startled by whatever it is Maggie is telling her.
“It’s not happening. You guys need to keep her out of the club,” I tell him, turning away from the window.
“Just saying it would be a good way to keep an eye on her,” he gripes, patting my shoulder before leaving my office and closing the door behind him.
Letting out a frustrated breath, I turn away from the window and try to focus on all the shit I need to get done.
“Yeah,” I pick up my desk phone when it beeps and looking at the clock, seeing that an hour has passed since Teo left.
“Look out your window,” Zack says, and I spin my chair around and scan the floor, wondering what he wants me to see. Then I spot Maggie with a man’s head tucked under her arm as she leads him toward the front of the club, with Lane and Zack following closely behind them.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“That guy tried to put something in some chick’s drink, and Maggie saw him and went postal on his ass,” he explains almost proudly.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck do I pay you for?” I gripe.
“I saw the whole thing. I was getting ready to step in when she stood up on her barstool, jumped on the guy’s back, and then did some fucking ninja shit, wrapping her arm around the guy’s head and forcing him to his knees. She won’t let him go. She said she wants to ask him some questions.”
“I’m on my way down,” I say, slamming down the phone and jerking open the door to my office, taking the stairs two at a time. Reaching the front of the club, I see Zack holding the guy and Lane’s arms wrapped around Maggie’s waist, trying to drag her away. What the fuck is going on?” I roar, and all eyes come to me except Maggie’s, who takes the opportunity to grab the man’s ear and twist, making him drop hard to the ground on his knees.
“You think it’s funny to drug innocent women, you flaming turd bucket?” she yells, hitting the top of the guy’s bald head, and Zack chuckles along with Lane, but I don’t see one damn thing that’s funny about this shit.
“Maggie, let him go and come here,” I growl, and she raises her eyes to meet mine, looking startled.
“He—”
“I said get your ass over here now!” I yell, cutting her off and feeling the vein in my neck bulge as I point to the ground at my feet.
“Fine.” She pouts, letting the guy go, walking sullenly toward me as Zack pulls the man to his feet, taking him with him around the corner, with Lane following behind them with his phone to his ear. I’m sure they are going to have a talk and wait for the cops.
“Let’s go,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, leading her through the club and up the stairs to my office. Sitting her in the chair in front of my desk, I walk over to the cabinets where I keep my personal bottle of scotch and pull out the cap. I then lift the bottle to my lips, taking a swig while trying to calm down.
“Alcohol isn’t good for you,” she informs me as I take a seat behind my desk.
“Do I look like I give a fuck about that?” I ask her, taking another swig.
“You might not care about what it can do to your body right now, but you may want to know that it lowers sperm count and stamina in the long run.”
“Jesus.” I shake my head and rub my eyes in aggravation. 
“Just saying it’s not good for you,” she mutters, dropping her eyes to her lap.
“What happened downstairs isn’t okay, Mags.”
“Maggie,” she corrects, still not looking at me.
“Whatever,” I drone, taking another swig. “You could have gotten hurt.”
“I have a black belt—”
“Look at me,” I demand, cutting her off and slamming the bottle down on the top of the desk, waiting for her eyes to meet mine. “You could have gotten hurt or worse. Do you understand that? He could have had a weapon on him.”
“You don’t understand,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes, but I harden myself against them, needing her to understand this isn’t a fucking movie. This is real life, and there are bad—really fucking bad—people in this world.
“You’re not allowed on the club floor anymore,” I state firmly.
“I’m going to find the guys who hurt my sister,” she states, and I see the determination in her eyes that make me proud and pissed at the same time.
“If you come, you come to my office, and if something happens down there”—I point to the club floor over my shoulder—“you’ll be the first to know.”
“Why would I come to your office? I need to be at the bar where I can see what’s going on.”
“You just got the job as my new assistant,” I tell her, watching her frown while wondering what the fuck I’m doing. This chick is a distraction I do not need right now, or ever for that matter.
“I already have a job,” she says as her frown grows deeper.
“Well, quit. You’re here every night, Mags, and you don’t leave ‘til the club closes at one. I can tell by the bags under your eyes that you’re exhausted.”
“Why would you want me to work here?” Now, isn’t that the million dollar question?
“Either take me up on my offer, or I’m going to have a restraining order placed against you and you won’t be allowed within a few hundred feet of the club.”  I shrug like it’s all the same to me.
“You know this is malarkey, right?” she stands and I take her in fully for the first time tonight. Her loose, sheer, black dress is cinched with a thin belt emphasizing the dip in her waist between her full hips and breasts. Her hair is down in a mass of messy waves, and her makeup is subtle but still draws attention to her eyes, which look even more golden now that she’s standing in front of me looking pissed off.
“I’m not messing around with you anymore either. You take me up on my deal, or I’ll call the police and have them escort you off the premises,” I tell her, ignoring the fact I’m getting hard just looking at her.
“This is total crap,” she mumbles, looking around before meeting my eyes again.
“Take it or leave it.”
“Jeez, can I have a second to think?” she cries, and I feel my lips twitch, so I rub my hand down over my mouth to hide it.
“Ten,” I state, watching her eyes narrow. “Nine…eight…seven…” I continue counting, watching as she looks at me like she’s ready to kill me. “Six,” I raise a brow. “Five…”
“Fine!” she yells when I open my mouth to finish my countdown.
“Thought so,” I say triumphantly.
 “You’re such a…you’re such a bigasterd,” she growls.
“A what?” I ask, and I can’t help it, I laugh at that one.
“When do I start?” she asks, ignoring my question while red spreads across her cheeks and down her neck.
“Tomorrow. Be here at five, and I’ll show you around the club and tell you your responsibilities.”



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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
                       



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Monday, February 8, 2016

New Release!!!! The Consequences of Seduction-- Rachel Van Dyken!!!!

   
   
YAY!!!!!! It's finally live!! Now everyone gets the goodness of Reid and Jordan!!! I cannot wait to see how much everyone loves this addition to the Consequences series. Yet another fab release by RVD!!!

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From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken. Reid Emory has never had reason to question his luck with the ladies. As the owner of a lethal set of aqua-blue eyes and a devastating grin, this Hollywood heartthrob always brings his A game…but lately his luck seems to have run out. The actor is in need of some help, and there’s only one person he can trust to take his love life—and his career—to an explosive new level. Jordan Litwright’s newest client is trying her patience. As a publicist, she’s more than content to stay in the background and let others shine. But when a publicity stunt backfires, she suddenly finds herself thrust into the spotlight—as Reid’s new love interest. And while other men usually overlook her, Reid is focusing in with laserlike intensity. There’s no denying they have serious chemistry. But once Reid breaks into the big time, can they turn their made-for-the-media romance into a forever love?  


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Max jumped onto the couch and held up his hands. “Before you do this, remember, our mother has a Jesus sticker on her car. What would she say?” “Must you bring her into everything?” Reid roared, stopping in front of the couch, chest heaving. Max shrugged. “It’s not my fault I’m her favorite son.” “Says who?” “Mom. This morning.” “Was this before or after you added vodka to her coffee and slipped her a pill?” Max gasped. Becca made her way around the brothers and motioned for me to walk with her toward the kitchen. No words were spoken. She simply popped the cork from the wine bottle and poured what looked like three servings into a glass and slid it toward me. “Believe me, it helps.” I took the glass and sipped while she drank straight from the bottle. “Does he ever . . . stop being . . . Max?” I asked. “Curious minds want to know.” Max jumped off the couch, and naturally he made his own swish sound effect before landing on his feet, thrusting his hands into the air, and turning toward Reid. “I’ve been her favorite ever since I won at gymnastics.” “You don’t win at gymnastics,” Reid said through clenched teeth. “You get scored.” “Perfect ten.” Max winked back at us, then covered his mouth and said, “Zero,” while pointing to Reid. “We were six!” Reid argued. “Dude!” Max held up his hands. “I’m just saying, it’s not your fault you’re not the favorite. Let it go, man, just like Rose let go of Jack.” “Who’s Jack?” I whispered. Becca choked on her wine. “Oh, well, uh, last year Reid had a momentary breakdown because of Max peer pressuring me to shoot Reid in the ass with a tranq gun . . . he spent an hour singing ‘My Heart Will Go On.’” I winced. “Off-key.” “Damn you!” Reid turned on his heel and thrust his finger in our direction. “What did I ever do to you!” I think he was talking to Becca. “I hit on you once, one time—” “—thrice.” Max coughed. “And the only reason was so that I could get back at this one.” He jerked his hand back to Max, nearly hitting him in the face. “Because he told Grandma the lock on my door was broken. I was taken advantage of!” “Well, it was!” Max rolled his eyes. “Because you took a sledgehammer to it, you bastard!” Max grinned. “Guilty.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure what they were talking about. So I did what any sane girl would do. I drank. And when my glass was nearly empty, Becca very kindly refilled it while Reid and Max continued pacing around the living room. “You think if we chant fight, they’ll take their shirts off?” Becca asked. I eyed Reid’s near perfect physique. “One can only hope.” “Dirty girls,” Max shouted. “Both of you! Jezebel! I won’t have you poisoning her mind!” “Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “And stop calling me a whore!” “Term of endearment when Max says it.” Becca patted my hand. “Next time just say thank you. It’s easier that way.” I glanced back at the guys just in time to see Reid launch himself at Max, hands wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him against the couch while Max screamed. “Help, help!” “We should probably intervene.” Becca took a long sip of wine and set her glass down on the table, then yawned. “Yeah.” Max started turning purple. “We probably should. What do you normally do? Take off your top? Blow a whistle? Call the cops?” “Cops refuse to come when Emorys call—believe me, it’s like the whole McDonald’s thing. Public service refuses to help them now.” “Makes sense.” Max made a choking noise while he tried to kick Reid in the shin. “Oh, well.” Becca walked slowly toward the guys. I followed. I expected her to gently ask them to stop fighting and separate them. Instead, she punched Reid in the face and then separated them. He stumbled back. I caught him and fell backward against the other couch while he rubbed his face and whispered, “My hero.” “My lungs broke your fall,” I wheezed. Max gasped for air. “You know my biggest fear is not breathing!” “Not breathing?” I had to ask, I just had to. Reid chuckled. “For six years Max was convinced every food was going to cause him to go into anaphylactic shock because Oprah did a segment where some chick nearly died after eating a kiwi!” “A kiwi!” Max repeated hoarsely. “Who dies from kiwi? That chick.” He shook his head vigorously. “I refuse to go down eating.” Reid moved off me and sat back on the couch. “He took Benadryl every time he ate fruit.” Max narrowed his eyes. “Make fun now, but we both know that watermelon gave me hives! My throat closed, you bastard!” “Maybe if you took smaller bites . . .” Reid said helpfully. Max lunged again. Becca grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him back onto his own couch. “No more fighting, we have engagement pictures tomorrow.”


     

  
 


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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com . Newsletter Instagram Twitter Goodreads Amazon Author Page