Cover Reveal! 'Breathe Again' by Rachael Brookes

For Savannah Rae, the thought of living in her picture-perfect world was almost too much to comprehend. With her dream job, a family she could finally call her own, and the beginnings of the best chapter of her life, she still couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling that it was all too good to be true.

The thought of a life without Savannah was incomprehensible to Tate Connors. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would find his girl in the form of a sassy, stubborn, beautiful Australian. Finally he had the girl and life he so desperately wanted, but he still couldn’t ignore the fear that it would crash around him.

When Tate’s past becomes his present and Savannah’s present becomes her past, the possibility of a future together collides head-on with reality.

In her darkest days, the words Just Breathe provided a peaceful comfort to Savannah from the heavens above. Now as she and Tate go down the path of new beginnings, brutal endings, and the constant craving of a happily ever after, they are anxious to learn how to Breathe Again.

Rachel Brookes is from a coastal town on the east coast of Australia where beaches, kangaroos and surfers roam free. Writing angst ridden love stories with a pinch of craziness, a dash of drama, a cup of romance, a spoonful of sexiness and delicious men to season is what she loves to do. Rachel sometimes forgets to eat, sometimes forgets to sleep and sometimes can’t remember the last time she cleaned her apartment but that’s because she is in a long term relationship with her laptop.  When she does step away from her laptop she can be found taking too many photos, making scrumptious cocktails, laughing at Adam Sandler movies and spending her time with her amazing family. Having released Just Breathe and Breathless in 2013, Rachel is looking forward to a busy 2014 with the upcoming release of Breathe Again, the final book in The Breathe Series and many other books planned she can’t wait to continue this crazy ride.

Website/Blog: http://rachelbrookes.blogspot.com/
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Just Breathe (Breathe #1) by Rachel Brookes

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'Someone Like You' by Addison Moore

Title: Someone Like You
Series: Someone to Love #2
Author: Addison Moore
Publisher: Skyscape
Publication Date: January 28, 2014

Summary:

A sexy, romantic read from the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Someone to Love. When coed Ally Monroe literally falls into the arms of a tattooed bad-boy one summer night, she can't seem to let go. Morgan Jordan is everything Ally doesn't want—he's a playboy from a blue collar background, and Ally's looking for upper-class stability. Though their relationship starts off as a one-night stand, once Ally learns Morgan is her best friend's brother, there's no escaping him . . . or the growing fire between them. As Ally and Morgan become closer, they confront bitter enemies, his sister's disapproval, and paths pulling them in different directions at summer's end. The second book in the bestselling Someone to Love series proves that in love and passion, sometimes two wrongs do make a right.

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About Addison: 

Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.

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A chat with Wareeze Woodson, author of 'Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman'

Please give author a warm welcome to Books to Light Your Fire. Today, she is talking about Regency romances. Please feel free to leave your own questions and comments below!

What was the inspiration behind this book?

I watched a report about a woman digging in the garbage to feed her children. A reporter asked her why she didn’t seek assistance. She told him because she feared the government would take her children away from her. That started the process, but I also ached to redo the ending and part of a story I’d read. I thought the mother deserved whatever happened to her in the story, and everything did, but nothing unpleasant. She rode away married to a very rich man completely besotted with her, but she left her child behind. No, no and no!

Which character spoke to you the most during the writing process?

Lady Laurel Laningham. She had to overcome obstacles, one after another to stay with her son. Her young son’s new guardian had the law on his side, but she fought for a way to be included in his life despite the guardian’s low regard for her.

What was one of your favorite scenes?

The scene where Lord Adron Gladrey came to the nursery to become better acquainted with his ward. Laurel had never received attention from her own father and her deceased husband had completely ignored his son when he returned wounded from the war. During the regency period most men played little part in their children’s upbringing. Fascinated, Laurel wanted that attention and love for her son. All her resolve and resentment against Adron melted. She couldn’t help herself against such appeal.

What kind of research did you have to do?

There is always scene research necessary, the landscape, the buildings, furnishings, dress and the weather. The most important is making certain the words used (especially in the dialogue) were used during the period or as closely as possible. Example: Cad was not used, but I wanted Laurel to scream that at Adron several times. I didn’t allow her to do so, but it was hard.

What is it about writing in the Regency romance genre that appeals to you so much?

I love to read and write in the Regency romance genre because that world seems so different, make believe almost. I like the pomp and ceremony, the fashion of the day along with the men taking leadership roles. Ladies were bound by the rules of society, much more than gentlemen, but there were still problems to solve with whatever wiles the ladies had to employ.

Why do you think this genre appeals so much to readers?

It is like make believe, but the people are real. Certainly the characters are fictitious, but each one is fully human, not a werewolf, vampire or other mystical creature. Those are fun too, but sometimes it’s pleasant to exclude such characters.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I don’t know that I knew I wanted to be a writer. An author with a published work and earning real royalties is usually a dream, not a reality. One day, I decided to change a story ending to my liking. When a true villain, doesn’t get his comeuppance, I want to shout at the author and rewrite the story. Of course the script took a life of its own, and now it is a published book.

Please tell us about your other published and upcoming works.

My next book will be release March 26, 2014. An Enduring Love is Worth Keeping. Blurb follows:

Born and raised in Latvia, Rebecca Balodis marries Rhys Sudduth, an English diplomat. Shortly thereafter, he is summoned home to attend his father’s death-bed. Rebecca cannot accompany him at the time and becomes trapped in the turmoil plaguing her country. He is informed she died in the upheaval.

Nearly four years later, she escapes and arrives in London with their son in tow. Arriving in the middle of his sister’s ball is very awkward, especially since Rhys plans to announce his betrothal to a young debutante later in the evening.

Trouble, tangled in suspense and danger, follow her from Latvia. Can this pair ever find or even recognize an enduring love? Is it worth keeping?

I am working on Vanishing Choices at the moment. A young lady took the gig out without permission and comes upon a man burying a body. She cannot tell, or her disobedience will be discovered.

What have been some of your favorite travel destinations?

Hawaii, the Virgin Islands and other places called tropical paradise are wonderful to visit. I’ve traveled from Canada to Mexico, but there are still destinations in the good old USA that I haven’t visited. I have visited Louisiana, New Mexico, Tennessee and the states surrounding Texas many times. I plan to revisit such places again.

Which locations are still on your "bucket list"?

I would love to visit England. I’d like to catch a glimpse of the downs, feel the rain on my face and see a few castles. Still, all the states I haven’t visited call to me. Perhaps one day!

What is something readers may be surprised to learn about you?

The readers would be surprised to believe that I continued to write after my rough beginning. I went to a mini-conference and brought a few pages of a manuscript as requested. All the participants lined up in front of an agent or perhaps a publisher. The agent I was unlucky enough to draw, told me (in front of everyone there in a voice loud enough to hear all over the place) that I was too fat and unattractive to write. He continued and told me I might as well give up to save myself a lot of grief. Needless to say, that was a little off-putting, but I kept on keeping on anyway.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

Keep reading and if you write, don’t give up.

Thank you so much for your time!

Thank you for having me on your blog. I truly appreciate the opportunity.

Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman

by Wareeze Woodson

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BLURB:

Recently widowed Lady Laurel Laningham flees Landings to escape her untenable position. Alone now and at the mercy of her sister-in-law, she decides to nestle under her aunt’s wings for a spell. To add to her burdens, her young son’s new guardian, Lord Adron Gladrey, has announced his intentions to take complete charge of his ward. The killer is stalking her and a devious jewel thief is stealing the family jewels. Can she convince her son’s guardian she is not a dangerous lunatic and is perfectly capable of raising her son or will he always consider her untrustworthy as a mother to his ward? Will his stubborn blindness send her straight into the path of the murderer, or will he relent in time to save her from following her husband into the grave?

Read an excerpt:

Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Each rotation of the hired coach’s wheels whispered the word. Laurel cradled her sleeping two-year-old son, the new Lord Laningham, as a heady sense of satisfaction curved her lips. She didn’t even mind the slight musty odor pervading the vehicle, although she leaned over and raised the window cover for a breath of fresh air. With a sigh she settled back against the seat. At least for a while, Rhonda’s constant complaints would no longer ring in her ears and for that she was devoutly thankful.

Out of nowhere, a rider flashed by the coach window and her startled gaze locked with his brief glance. Although she’d caught only a glimpse of the stranger, in that instant his intense, deep-brown eyes mocked her and unease shivered down her spine. She stared after him for a second before instinctively gathering her child closer. Laurel planted a kiss on his blonde curls, drawing reassurance from the nearness of his warm little body. As long as she had Jamie nothing else mattered. Her son must remain safe.

Everything happened at once. The coach lunged to the right and scraped against the bushes beside the road, sending a shower of droplets splashing inside the window. Her book and Jamie’s wooden horse thumped to the floor. The racket of brakes screeching shrilled in her ears as the vehicle rattled and lurched out of control.

“Jamie,” she cried.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I am a native Texan and still live in the Houston area. I married by high school sweetheart, and after raising 4 children, they blessed up with 8 grandchildren. AND after all these years, we still love each other. True romance is happy ever after.

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Cover Reveal! 'Truth of Dare (Luna's Story)' by A.J. Bennett

Coming soon...

Luna's Story...

Luna Alexander has always been a 'free spirit' and lived by her own rules, consequences be damned. With the approach of an anniversary she'd rather forget, Luna starts to wonder if there's more to life than partying and hooking up with hot guys.

A chance meeting with a dark knight knocks her off kilter and has her emotions spinning out of control. 

Will she finally overcome her past for a chance at happiness, or will she hide behind the walls she's built around her?

Read an excerpt:

To her surprise, he strode over to her table, reaching her in several long strides. She couldn’t take her eyes off his tall powerful body.

“Didn’t I already tell you once to buzz off?” Luna glared at him.

Rather than getting pissed off, he seemed amused. The smug look on his face irritated her. Even if it was a face that looked as though it was a masterpiece carved in stone. She noticed a jagged scar above his left eyebrow. It only added to his perfection. He draped his arm across the chair next to her. His causal posture only ticked her off more. He could act a little bit apprehensive.

His cool gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth, she saw his lips twitch and she wondered what he was thinking. Of course he didn’t stop there, his gaze continued downward and blatantly stared at the tops of her breast that skimmed over her tank top. “Like what you see?”

He glanced up, his eyes locking on hers. “Me and every other asshole in this bar with a pulse.”

Luna shrugged. Guys liked chicks, period. She wasn’t the only one in the bar and most of the jackasses could care less which one they took home. She doubted anyone in the joint was looking for a life partner.

Why did she allow herself to get inebriated? She couldn’t even think of a smartass comeback.

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yep. What are you like a black knight in shining armor?”

Another half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Apparently, it would kill him to give a full blown smile.

“I don’t rate a white knight?”

Luna shook her head. “Nope, you’re like me. All darkness.”

About the Author

A.J. Bennett lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and bulldog. She's addicted to coffee, popcorn and books. Becoming an author has been a lifelong dream, and she's extremely excited about her debut novel Now or Never.

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'Sesame Swallow: Private Investigator' by D. Scott Meek

Book Info-

Title- Sesame Swallow, Private Investigator
By- D. Scott Meek
Publication Date- November 13, 2013
Genre- Romance/ Mystery/Comedy

Blurb-

Looking for a chance to make a name for herself, Sesame Swallow, wanna-be Baltimore private eye, finds herself in the midst of her first real case and on a slipperier slope than usual to danger.

If Nancy Drew had come of age in the modern world, worn eye-popping short skirts and stilettos and drank Johnny Walker Black with the best of them, she would have been Sesame Swallow, a late-twenties party girl with an oral fetish straight from the not-so-hallowed halls of a local college and looking to make a splash in the shady world of private investigation. After months of questioning her career move, Sesame finally lands her first case: find a missing person, the web-famous wife of a local entrepreneur and wealthy businessman, but she’ll need to get her hands and her knees dirty to do the deed. A raunchy, laugh-out-loud adventure, this first in a series of seductive mysteries finds our sexy heroine doing what she does best: whatever must be done to whomever she must do it.

"I really enjoyed reading Sesame Swallow, there was a dark twist in the story line that just drew you in. The sex scenes were hot, and the connection to the characters was pretty deep. This story also brings to light a global crime that some may not even be aware of—human trafficking. I think it takes talent, like D. Scott Meek's, to bring a very real problem into a fictional story and make it work."
- Thom Cahir, author of "911 Avenged"

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Sesame is in her favorite place doing her first research into the missing person, one Goldie Rains, an almost-famous internet porn star on her own website MakingItRain.com. Looking at porn in a public place can result in all kinds of interesting conversations.

*****

Sitting in Starbutts with my tall, skinny, extra whip, white chocolate mocha and blueberry muffin was always enjoyable, and today was or was not an exception – the jury was still out. I had my favorite jeans on, the ones that hugged my ass just right, my white Towson Tigers Soccer hoodie – the tiger was pink and black like a little stuffed animal – and my hair in a ponytail, except for that one little bit that kept falling in my eyes. Comfortable and presentable, maybe even hot by the way I’d caught a few boys giving me the eye. I even had my tortoise shell-rimmed glasses on, my “academic look”, and I’d found the perfect kicks to go with my hoodie – black with pink swoosh. I gazed down at them and smiled, silently thanking Nike yet again for their outlet up in Lancaster. It was never too early in the day to look cute, and besides, my watch looked vaguely like noon, or was it more like one – I couldn’t quite tell because my vision was a little hazy still. Of course, there were a few downers. My head was on the very edge of exploding – probably accounted for the vision thing, and I’d taken as much extra-strength whatever as was possible without sending me into a coma. The pain was fading entirely too slowly, but there was some progress, and the stomach was not so much growling anymore, most of the muffin having disappeared down some dark hole recently reserved for other tasty snacks. Now, with a little caffeine, I was feeling content, if not fully alive. The patient was going to make it.

I was not raring to go, as my father would say. In fact, I was sure that I was supposed to be still sleeping. Wasn’t there a queen-sized bed with my name on it somewhere? I vaguely remembered being in it, and suddenly I was sure Bea still was. Bitch. I frowned, but the thought of her lying there naked in my bed reminded me of the other part of my body – besides my head – that was throbbing, and I squeezed my legs together. She’d expressly told me not to touch until I had gotten a move on in this case, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. To some degree she was right. I needed to get going on this thing and at least put some effort into earning the money I was looking at: ten grand. Otherwise, without a little forceful hand from a friend, I’d be spending most of my day in my yellow Towson Soccer baby doll t-shirt with my hands on my pussy, wasting the day away in an orgasmic frenzy – if she let me. I thought of the big yellow over-stuffed chair sitting in the sun next to bedroom window, my legs open and feet pressed against the warm glass – a window-washer’s dream come true – and I crossed my legs. Not now. As Bea said, if I was a “good girl” and made some progress, there would be something in it for me later. Double bitch. I was hoping it would be something large and hard, so I was going to be a good girl.

Back to work.

I focused on the muffin and stuffed the rest of it into my mouth, following it up with another swig of the mocha – what a combination! – and glanced down at my iPad again. I’d scrawled a few notes on it with my stylus using a very cool new note-taking app that I’d only downloaded a few days before. I stared at my handwriting, felt my eyes struggle to focus, and read off the notes I must have jotted down when I’d come in and was still operating in semi-sleep mode.

Lindsay Rains, aka, Goldie Showers. 23. MakingItRain.com. I tapped the icon next to the url and pulled up the site. It might give me something; it might not. It certainly gave me an eyeful. After the entrance page and typing in my year of birth – getting carded on the web was at least the stupidest thing ever invented – I was brought to the guest/intro page, and there was Lindsay, her torso anyway – from the top of her head to what looked to be just above her nipples, and her eyes shut as a clear liquid came squirting down onto her, splashing first in her hair and then onto her face. She made a little cooing sound and opened her mouth, where the stream was then directed. Then the clip restarted, and she was smiling at me, great big grey eyes, long eyelashes (piss-proof mascara?), and the tops of her massive jugs. The piss started again, and she took it with a smile. I took a deep breath. Damn, the bitch really went for it. She figuratively, and literally, I guess, drank it down. I stared at it bewildered, not sure how I felt about it – I hated anything on my hair or face, which is why I always swallowed. But this was piss. Or maybe it was water and looked like piss – there was no way to tell now, but maybe it would be clearer as I went deeper into the site. Still, she smiled and she swallowed, and suddenly I wondered if that’s what I’d look like, and if I’d go for the hot steaming stream like she did.

I shuddered, and I squeezed my legs together. Not sure. Didn’t want to think about it.

Suddenly, from behind me, I heard a chuckle. I spun – too quickly, and my head screamed out in pain; I’m not sure if I screamed or not. Behind me, when my vision cleared, were two stupid boys, staring at my iPad. Jesus! Just what I needed – caught in a Starbutts watching a girl get pissed on and trying to decide if it was hot or not!

“Kinky,” said the douche on the left. He had his hat on backwards – clear douche sign. The other giggled and sipped his iced coffee through a straw. He was cute, but that made no difference to me at the moment; he could be the Crown Prince of CasholaStan, and I’d have kicked him in the balls. After all, they’d both nearly killed me by making me wrench around so quickly. And they both needed to – .

“Fuck off,” I grumbled through a polite-ish smile, keeping my voice low but forceful enough that they’d know what they were getting into. I hoped they could see the murder in my eyes.

“Say, sweetness,” said the one with the hat as he leaned down on the back of the chair, entirely too close for my comfort, making me wish I had a taser, “if you are looking for a little wet work, Bobby and I can probably oblige. Right, Bob?” Bob nodded, and I could see the sudden hope light up his face like a firework display on a dark night. Yeah, it’s early on a Saturday, and we are out sipping coffee and hoping to run into a girl who likes to be pissed on – what the fuck? Was this the real world? And then I realized it was the B, and in the B, stupid assholes were everywhere. They didn’t call it “Charm City” for nothing, right?

I squinched up my face as if I was contemplating it and then set them straight. “I tell you what, boys. If you are down, maybe later I’ll come by and show you what a hot shower is all about, huh?” They seemed to both brighten at the prospect, and if I’d looked, I’m sure I would have seen the hint of a boner in both, but I kept my eyes locked on theirs for the moment. “I have a thing for golden showers, as you can see, so if you boys are game, I can stop by and piss on you both. Is that cool?” The smiles faded away quickly, and I almost wanted to laugh. “Just both of you be naked and laying together, say in the tub, and I’ll pull my panties to the side and make it rain. What do you say? I love pissing on cute little boys like you. And afterward, maybe you can make out or jerk each other off. That shit makes me hot.”

They didn’t hang around. “Fuck you, freak,” said Douche Number One, and he walked off. Bob, the cute one, gave me the once over as they headed out the door, and he looked back again when they got to the door. Maybe he thought that was hot. Maybe he didn’t mind grabbing on his boy’s junk for a hot chick – hell, boys weren’t that bright around here from what I’d seen. As for me, well, I certainly would have enjoyed it – not gone through with it, of course, but the idea of pissing on those two dickheads suddenly made my head feel better. So did the idea of getting a taser. I giggled to myself as I watched them disappear and turned back to my business. Douches defeated; it was time to get serious.

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About the Author-

What's a mid-40's divorced man to do after wrapping up twenty years in the US Navy? Why, start a career in teaching and writing, of course.  Oh, and explore the world some more. And read everything possible. And go back to school. And enjoy every moment to its fullest.

A teacher for the government by day, I ply my wares at night on my laptop, where I'm cranking out silly blog posts, socio-political commentary, poetry, short stories and novels at an excessive rate. If I was driving, I'd have been pulled over by now. Meanwhile, I have kids to raise, a girlfriend to love, and a spunky wiener dog named Sloppy Joe to goof around with.

Beyond that, I'm busy with life, having fun, working out, going to parties, traveling, etc. When I burn out and die, I want to be able to say that I did everything that was possible for me to do. I want to die like I live: with a smile on my face.

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Naughty Little Bedtime Stories

By-Tamaria Soana

Anthology of Steamy Short Stories  

Bedtime stories that will heat up your night.

Naughty Little Bedtime Stories contains twelve short stories that will arouse your senses. You’ll find stories that contain light bondage, food play, ménage (m/m/f), and other erotic events. Each story has a different setting and couple who explore all things naughty in and out of the bedroom.

 

Content Warning: adult language, graphic sexual situations.

   

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Ava O'Shay, author of 'Main Attraction' shares her Top 10 Books That Light Her Fire

We recently asked author Ava O'Shay what her Top 10 Books to Light Her Fire were. This is what she came up with. Which ones have you read?

Top ten books to light my fire!

1. The Stripped series by Kendall Grey

2. The Driven series by k. Bromberg

3. Real and Mine by Katy Evans

4. Strip Me Bare by Marissa Carmel

5. Anything by Sylvia Day

6. The Ferro Brothers series by H.M. Ward

7. On the Island by Tracy Garvis-Graves

8. The Masters of Arms series by Kallypso Masters

9. Weekend Girlfriend by Monica Murphy

10. Masters of the Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclair

Not necessarily in that order. :)

Book Info-

Title- Main Attraction
By- Ava O’Shay
Genre- Adult Contemporary Romance (Steamy)

Blurb-

Jessica Hunter lost her heart and her husband at the same time. He died, and she discovered his infidelities, leaving her a shattered mess.

Five years later, Jessica still isn’t interested in a relationship. That is, until she meets sexy, lead actor Penn Jackson on the set of a popular tween movie—and her life gets turned upside down. Swept away by Penn’s carefree attitude, she lets him into her heart—and her bed—even though Penn warns her that being with him will change her life.

Penn’s warning doesn’t mean much to her. But when his publicist begins a campaign to get rid of her, and a trip to the emergency room turns into a tabloid explosion, she doesn’t just lose her anonymity, but also her job. Now, Jessica will have to choose between the man she loves and the life she’s always known.

Read an excerpt:

“No, I’m not married.”

“But…the ring?”

I raised my hand to look at my wedding band. I never thought to remove it. I shrugged. “Widowed. Five years.”

“You thought I didn’t like the kiss?” he said incredulously.

I felt him tense when I leaned in and placed my mouth to his. This time, I was the one that caused the moan to escape his lips. “It’s kind of like riding a bike,” I mused.

“I thought you were leaving.” He smiled slyly.

“I thought you didn’t want me to.” I kissed him again.

“Jess…I loved the kiss. I just didn’t want to have to convince you to leave your husband for me.” His fingers gripped my hips and he nuzzled my neck, his words hot on my skin. “I think you’ll need to sit on the other side of the room for us to continue to talk or I’ll end up breaking my word.”

“What word would that be?” Tangling his hair through my fingers, I laughed when he playfully nipped at my jaw.

“That I didn’t invite you here for sex,” he mumbled.

I found my lips craving his. His mouth tasted so good. “But you did. Didn’t you,” I stated, pulling back a little.

“No. You aren’t like the others.” He ran kisses along my collarbone trying to distract me.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go back on my word.” Hope filled his voice. “You know, if you’re a willing participant.”

“Maybe,” I muttered when his mouth found mine again and again, sending a zing straight through my body. My breath caught when his hand found its way under my shirt and his knuckles grazed over my nipple. Regaining my wits, I stepped back. “No. I can’t. We have to stop.” I side-stepped him and rubbed my face, readjusting the shirt that had become bunched around my breasts. “We shouldn’t…well, we should at least slow down.”

He turned away and appeared to be readjusting himself. “You’re right. That isn’t how I want this to go.” He grabbed a new bottle of beer and plopped onto the far end of the couch, taking a long swig.

“How did you see it going?”

Penn stared blankly. “I don’t see it going into my bedroom if that’s what you’re asking. You already seem to have gotten the Penn is a douchebag memo. I don’t want them to be proven correct.”

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About the Author-

Ava O'Shay grew up in the north Seattle area but now resides on a hill in the heart of the city so she can be inspired by the sights and sounds of the Seattle waterfront. She loves the outdoors and gets most of her inspiration during long bike rides and kayaking adventures with family, friends, and her three dogs which she loves like children. She can be found on the balcony of her home, wrapped in warm sweater people watching in the winter and enjoying the concerts at the Seattle Center in the summer, while typing on her pink computer.

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