Thursday, May 31, 2018

Cop Tease

Forever Valentine is proud to partner with Aubree Valentine to bring you the release of Cop Tease!
Title: Cop Tease (Too Hot to Handle Series, Book Two)
Author: Aubree Valentine
Photographer: Eric Battershell
Model: Matt Zumwalt
Cover Designer: Decadent Designs by Dee

Release Date: May 31, 2018

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Blurb

Dylan Smith (Smitty) is a determined man who knows what he wants and how he wants it. With his rough edges and hard exterior he’s built an impenetrable wall no woman can break through.

Until her.

Zoey Daniels is the sassy spitfire who has weaseled her way into Smitty's life and challenges him in every way. She’s the only one with the power to bring out his softer side—if he allows it.

A deal is struck and an arrangement is made; one Smitty will soon regret. Especially when trouble comes knocking on Zoey's door.

He will do everything to keep her safe, but will it be enough? Or will they realize too late that this was more than a cop tease...

Teaser
Other Books in this Series
Title: Hot Cop
Author: Aubree Valentine
Release Date: April 7 2018
Model: Daniel Rengering
Photographer: CJC Photography
Cover Designer: Decadent Designs by Dee

Blurb
Dubbed Tallahassee's Hottest Cop after one photo goes viral, Rhys is no longer just a face in the crowd. Women everywhere are offering themselves up for a good time. But there's only one woman he's set his sights on.

She may think he's nothing more than a playboy but when Rhys becomes the featured model at her next signing event, KJ finds herself tangled in more than just the sheets. Being in his arms again makes her question the choices she made a year ago.

When her deceit comes to light, Rhys is forced to make a choice of his own. Things are about to get interesting for this hot cop.


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About the Author

Aubree Valentine is a wife, mom and avid reader. Her love of books goes far behind weaving her own stories to tell. From the time she could string sentences together, she's wrote everything from, from short stories to just ‘words’ from her heart. She realized her dream of becoming a published author by the time she was in high school and knew she'd stop at nothing to make that happen. 

The desire to chase her dreams only grew stronger as she got her start in the Indie world as a PA for two amazing authors, and began blogging. 

When she’s not writing, she can be found chasing after her twins or her dogs, curled up with a good book or still working with some of her favorite authors.

She loves meeting new people and interacting with other readers. 

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*REVIEW* Gent by Harloe Rae

REVIEW from Sassy Southern Girl - Mandi

4 stars

Trey seems like a cocky guy. He knows he's good looking and will swoop down and scoop up any girl that's offering him some goodies. He does what he wants and doesn't care who is in the way. But he's an asshole that doesn't want to let people to close. He really is written to be smexy. Raven is the girl that walks into his life and just won't go away. Trey cant seem to shake her. She can hold her own against this irresistible smart yet dirty mouthed man. She is such a caring person. It's like you know she is gonna end up getting hurt. They actually become friends with benefits. Poor Raven ends up letting her heart get the best of her. We all know where that leads us. Will the 2 be doomed to never be together or will Trey get his head out of his butt and finally stake his claim on a girl? Over all I enjoyed this book and the characters. Harloe Rae has just earned a new fan. 

Uninvited Visitors by Savannah Maris

Release Date: June 20, 2018

Cover Design: MadHat Books

 

Synopsis

 

Nine years ago, she was just his little sister’s best friend. Nine years ago, he was her best friend’s older brother. Nine years ago, she was in high school. Nine years ago, he was away at college. Nine years ago, she was forbidden. Nine years ago, he was out of her league.

Today, she’s all grown up. Today, he’s angry she’s put herself in danger. Catherine Livingston agreed to help the US Secret Service discover how counterfeit money was moving through Riverton Crossing. Her only condition? Keep Dr. Thomas Gregory out of harm’s way, even if it means losing him. Dr. Thomas Gregory wasn’t happy when the love of his life voluntarily put herself in the path of dangerous people but agreed to the plan. His only condition? Keep her safe, even if it means losing his best friend. Can she find the link the Secret Service needs to connect the dots before someone ends up in Thomas’s ER? And what lengths will Thomas go to keep her safe from some uninvited visitors?

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Excerpt

 

What in the hell is going on with her? She thinks this could end us? Before tonight is over, she’s going to know we’re forever. There may not be a ring on her hand, but dammit, she’s going to know because I’m telling her what I’ve never told anyone.

When he had her naked before him, he pulled off his shirt. “Get on the bed, Cat.”

She shook her head as her hands flew to the sides of his face as soon as his shirt cleared it. She pulled him to her as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight as he deepened the kiss until she pulled back breathless.

“I don’t want to miss any part of this. I want to remove your pants, please.”

He held her stare and nodded as he loosened his hold on her. When he let go of her, she went to her knees before him. He watched as she deftly unfastened the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. She ran her hands inside, and her eyes popped up to his.

“Commando?”

Thomas nodded as a mischievous grin crept across his face. She pushed his jeans down and took his cock into her hand. Licking the head caused him to moan and close his eyes, but just like her he didn’t want to miss a thing, so he opened them and found her watching him as she took him into her mouth.

“Cat,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head with one hand. He didn’t push her forward but didn’t let her back too far away either. She took him as deep as she could, and he hissed as she gently grazed him with her teeth on her retreat.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “Cat, honey, let’s take this to the bed,” he pleaded because he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He gripped her hair and pulled for her to release him. She cut her eyes to his and held them as she slowly let him slip out of her mouth. As soon as his cock was clear, he pulled her to her feet.

“You drive me crazy.”

He ravaged her lips then picked her up and deposited her on the bed. She whimpered when their connection broke, and he walked to the foot of the bed and climbed on.

“I need to taste you, and this is the best angle to get what I want.” Thomas laid between her legs as he opened her folds with his thumbs and stared at the most intimate part of her body. It had been his for months, and it was going to continue to be his forever. She just needed to get on the same page. Her legs tried to close, and he looked up to see tears in her eyes.

“Cat?”

“Why are you just looking at me?” Her voice trembled. “Is there something wrong?”

“God no. I was just admiring my beautiful pussy.” He smiled. “Lie back and enjoy, honey. I know I will.”

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right? I think that’s one of the perks of dating a doctor.”

“Cat, stop it.” He took two fingers and firmly tapped her clit. She gasped then moaned before he went to work with his mouth. He kept his eyes on her until she relaxed. That’s better.

He slid a finger inside her and found her G-spot. As soon as his finger glided over the sensitive area, she arched. The moan that left her mouth spoke to him on a primal level to claim his woman for all eternity.

“Come for me, honey. I need to taste you.”

He bit her clit and tasted her juices flowing into his mouth, so he licked her with a flat tongue to calm her after the explosion she just had. “That’s my girl.”

He kissed her pussy and crawled up her body. He didn’t even bother wiping her excess from his mouth before he kissed her. “See how good you taste? My honey is as sweet as honey.” His eyes twinkled. “Now you know why I started calling you that after our first night at the ranch.”

Her mouth fell slightly open. “What?”

“You tasted like honey to me, so the next morning it just felt natural to call you that. It reminds me of what happened that night. Now it’s a reminder we both can share.”

He kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw to her neck and back to where he started. Poised at her entrance, he moved his hips for the head of his cock to enter her. He stayed right on the edge to drive her as crazy as she drove him. When she moved her hips to get him deeper, he grinned.

“What’s wrong, Cat? What do you need?”

“I need you, Thomas. I need you deeper. Please move.”

Thomas lifted up on his hands so he could see her breasts. “Watch, Cat. Watch my cock go into my sweet pussy. Take your hand and push down on your belly between your navel and pubic bone.” He breathed in even slower when he felt the pressure from her hand.

“Now you can feel me outside and inside. Holy shit that feels good.” Thomas picked up the pace. “Come on, Cat. I’m right behind you, honey. I don’t know how long I can hold off.”

Cat tilted her head to look into his eyes as she fisted the sheet. She was shaking with pleasure. He knew she was close, and he knew what she needed to go over the edge, so he lowered to his forearm and rubbed her clit as he bit her earlobe.

“Ahhh,” she cried. Her orgasm hadn’t waned before he went over the edge.

“Oh, hell,” he said between breaths as his hips slowed their motion. He brought his hand from between them and rested on his forearms as he peppered kisses on her face.

 

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About the Author

 

I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice. Unwelcomed Greeting is my first book and the first book in the Riverton Crossing Series.

I grew up on a farm in a small town with a love of sports, dance, and music which will show up somewhere in my books. I'm a mother to two grown kids. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending a sporting event, travelling, or working.  

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Wicked Gentleman by Christy Pastore

Release Date: June 21, 2018
Cover Design: Hart & Bailey Design Co.
 

Synopsis

 
Stevie
My Fairy Godmother had a wicked sense of humor, of that I was certain. The first time I met Jackson Hart, I was on all fours with my ass in the air. At the time of our meet not so cute, I didn’t know that the handsome man with the most captivating blue eyes was the wealthy, charismatic, and hot as sin hotelier, oh and my new boss. Well, technically he is my boss's boss. Just skimming the company manual was maybe not the best idea. But, I digress. Working at Hart Hotels & Spa was a temporary plan. Now, that plan has changed. Jackson Hart not only wanted me in his bed and in his life, he wanted me working alongside him. Some offers are too good to pass up. Jackson Premium scotch aged to perfection, making money before sunrise, nine holes of golf and interesting conversation. Those are the things most known about me. Toss in a leggy brunette or a stunning redhead at a society event for good measure and there’s a story to amuse the public. But, my story goes deeper—to the past that I left behind. Sooner or later past and present collide. I never dreamed Stevie Brockman would be part of both.

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Excerpt

 
Looking underneath, the hot pavement stung my hands. “Stupid car.”
“Having trouble?” I heard a deep voice say.
With my ass in the air and crouched down on all fours, I must have looked ridiculous. Standing upright it was just my luck to find a pair of gorgeous, intense blue eyes staring back at me. Trouble, I suppose he was the guy Taylor Swift warned us about.
This man was incredibly good-looking. Dressed in a graphite grey suit that looked seriously expensive. My slow reaction gave me a minute to assess the situation, thesituation being this tall drink of water standing in front of me with the impossibly broad shoulders and a smile… well, that smile is where the trouble began.
“What was your first clue, my ass in the air?” I asked, shaking the remnants of earth from my hands.
“Well, the way your ass looks in those shorts, you did grab my attention.” His thumb grazed along his chin, a dirty glint shone in those blue eyes. “You want me to take a look?”
“You’re wearing a suit, should you be getting your hands dirty?”
“Just hand me the keys and if it comes to that I can show you just how good I am with my hands.”
“Key is in the ignition.”
“Let’s see what the problem seems to be.” Sidestepping me, he flashed that killer smile once again.
Did my panties melt and slide down my legs?
He eased into the driver’s seat and I watched as his left hand gripped the steering wheel. His fingers tapped against the wheel as he turned the key. Nothing.
He looked up at me. “I assume that you have plenty of gas?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I filled it up this morning.”
He ran his thumb along his jawline and stepped out of my car. “I’m going to get my car. I have jumper cables, we can give that a try.”
“Okay.”
Stammering and speaking only one word? This guy was around me for two minutes, and my tongue was rolling out of my mouth like a cartoon character.
Shaking off my personal embarrassment, I slumped into the driver’s seat. My head fell back and I closed my eyes. “Please, just let it be the battery.”
I heard the hum of an approaching engine and my eyes snapped open. A sleek black Range Rover parked in front of my puny blue Focus. I wondered what his job at the resort could be. If I was a betting gal, I’d say sales more than likely.
He shrugged out of his jacket, removed his tie, and then rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt exposing his holy fucking amazing forearms. Gahh female Viagra.
I watched him obsessively as he unzipped the cords from the bag and carefully affixed them to his battery then mine.
“Okay, go ahead get into your seat, and then on my direction turn the key.”
I nodded and did what I was instructed. Seconds later, he pointed his finger at me and I couldn’t help but smile. I turned the key, but nothing happened.
Fuck you! I bent my forehead to rest on the steering wheel.
I felt his shadow looming over me, and I lifted my head to see him smiling. What the fuck did he have to be so happy about? Oh yeah, he drove a Range Rover. A perfectly nice ride and probably never had car trouble.
“If that’s an offer we can work something out, I’m sure of it.”
I stared at him confused.
“You said, fuck you—out loud.”
I felt the blush creep up my neck and spread to my cheeks.
I chuckled nervously. “Sorry about that. I’m just having a not so great day. Well, actually it was a great day, but then I ran into someone . . .” I snapped my mouth shut.
“Please continue.” He smiled again.
“Okay, you have got to stop smiling because I am having a hard time keeping from grinning like an idiot. You make me want to smile, and as you can see, I am having a rather crap day.”
He laughed and walked back around the front of the car. “I don’t know what is wrong with your car. Do you have a company you can call for a tow?”
“No,” I answered truthfully. “Do you have any recommendations?”
“Yeah, I might know a guy.”
“Might or do?”
He shut the hood of his vehicle and then wiped his hands off onto a towel. This guy was certainly prepared. Probably a Boy Scout when he was younger.
He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. “Hey, Liza, I need a tow at the hotel. No, a friend of mine, her car is out of commission. Can you send someone over to pick it up?”
Friends? When did we become friends?
He ended the call and I stared at him, my brows raised slightly.
“What?”
“Friends, huh?”
“Well, you did offer to fuck me, so I think that puts us on the fast track to friendship.”
“I did not offer,” I choked out, feeling somewhat shocked and embarrassed by his remark.
He shoved his cell into his back pocket. “The tow truck should be here soon. Can I drop you somewhere?”
“No, that’s okay. I can just take the bus.”
He eyed me. “I insist, let me save you the trouble of having to wait for the bus.”
This guy was quite the salesman. If I were any weaker, I’d probably have bought two timeshares and a month at a villa from him. “You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Go get your things. Be sure to grab your garage door opener, too . . . uhmm . . .”
Fantastic, now he was tongue tied. “It’s Stevie, and I don’t have a garage,” I tossed over my shoulder, lifting my tote bag and purse and then kicking the car door closed with my foot.
“Stevie,” he repeated, taking the bags from my hands. “Short for?”
“Nope, that’s it, just Stevie Nicole Brockman.” I had no idea why I felt compelled to divulge my entire name to him.
He smirked, and closed the door. “Good to meet you, Stevie Nicole Brockman.”
“You too, uhm?”
“Jax.”
Jax. He was beautiful in the way that wicked things were.
 
 

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About the Author

 
***Amazon Top 100 International Bestselling Author in Literary Humor, Romantic Erotica, Erotica Fiction, and Holiday Romance***
Christy Pastore lives in the Midwest with her husband, lovable dog, Bailey and their crazy cool cat, Boomer. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Textiles, Apparel and Merchandising and Marketing. Writing has always been a part of her life. Her first writing gig was for a celebrity entertainment website. Later she went on to create her own blogazine and media company combining her love of writing with fashion and marketing. When she's not writing flirty and dirty books or updating her celebrity fashion blog, she loves shopping online, binge watching her favorite shows and daydreaming. She believes books, especially love stories are an escape from the real world.  

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Cheat Codes by Emily Goodwin

Title: Cheat Codes
Author: Emily Goodwin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31
Archer has always wanted what he can’t have—Quinn Dawson. Since the moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill.

Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Archer made a move on his best friend’s baby sister.

It was supposed to be one night, but one night is all it takes to make everything more complicated, and they only have nine short months to sort it all out.

No, none of it mattered. Until it did.


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Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boys and happily ever afters. 

She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends. 
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency. 



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Until Him by Emery Jacobs

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Release Date: June 20, 2018
Cover Design: Amy Queau / QDesigns
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Jase Dean


Synopsis

How could he walk away from the one he promised to love forever?
I believed him.
I trusted him.
I loved him.
I, Emmie Carmichael, am an optimist. If life throws me lemons, I make lemonade. I believe everyone deserves a second chance, and happily ever after isn't just for fairy tales. It exists in the lives of real people, including me - at least that's what I believed until my now ex-husband spoke the two words that sucker punched me into reality.
No more sunshine and rainbows for this girl. Now now, not ever.
Beau Matson is the last guy I need in my life. He's dark, secretive, and insanely sexy. Plus, he has issues, and I mean real issues: his business is failing, he's afraid of commitment, and I think he may be a stalker. But, when I stare into his eyes, all his faults fade away and it feels like he can take my broken pieces and make me whole again.
He doesn't believe in love, and I don't believe in forever - at least not... Until Him.



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Excerpt

“Excuse me, excuse me,” I call out. What the hell is wrong with this guy? I know he hears me, but he continues to walk away without even a glance back.
“Hey!” I holler, sounding a bit irritated. Beau finally stops walking and turns to face me.
Piercing silver eyes meet my gaze as his right hand grips the back of his neck. He shakes his head a couple of times before rubbing his jaw.
We stand here in the middle of a mostly empty parking lot without either of us saying a word. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I pull my eyes away from his. My gaze travels quickly to his hand on his jaw. I’m usually not a hands kind of girl. But for some insane reason my focus is on his damn right hand. It’s big, and probably strong. The calluses on his fingers reveal years of manual labor. God, I bet he’s good with those hands. I push that thought from my mind as I allow my eyes to drift over his body, which is a mistake because his jeans are not only snug around his ass, but also around his…I immediately drop my eyes toward the ground. My face flushes as heat shoots through me. What is wrong with me? I obviously don’t get out enough. This is the reason I need to have sex—it’s been far too long and it’s starting to show.
I quickly jerk my head up so my eyes are back on his face.
“Hi.” I fold my arms across my chest and take in a deep breath.
He nods while still rubbing his jaw. Can he not speak?
“I’m Emmie Carmichael, and you are?” Even though I know exactly who he is, I’m still going to press him to introduce himself to me.
“Matson, Beau Matson,” His voice is deep and gruff.  Silver eyes watch me as I continue to force this uncomfortable conversation.
“Oh, you must be Leo’s brother.” For some odd reason, I keep up the charade of not knowing who he is, and then I move closer to look for any resemblance between him and his brother, but there is none. Beau is tall and broad, where Leo is thin and lanky. Beau’s skin is a deep olive color and Leo is fair. Beau’s hair is short and brown where Leo’s is long, dark, and messy.
“Yep, Unfortunately…” He smirks, or is it a grin? Whatever it is, it sends a chill up my spine.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Leo was courteous this morning when he picked up my Jeep. He was a perfect gentleman. Well, except for the cigarette hanging from his lips. But I ignored it because I needed his help. Anyway, I like your brother. And it seems like he’s good at his job. At least from what I could tell.” Oh, crap. Now I’m rambling and he probably thinks I’ve got a thing for his brother. Which I don’t. Dammit! I’m so bad at this. Or maybe I’m just bad at this with him. Because normally people don’t have this kind of effect on me.
“I’ll be sure to let Leo know he needs to lose the cigarette.”
Geez, I hope I didn’t get him in trouble. I need to shut up and go back inside where I can function without making a fool out of myself.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. The cigarette was fine. Really, it wasn’t a big deal.” I smile and then continue. “So, what was the problem?” He looks over his shoulder at the truck waiting for him at the curb and I catch a glimpse of his profile. Strong jawline, slight bump in what was probably once a perfectly straight nose, and just enough scruff to give him a rugged sexy look. For some reason, he looks oddly familiar.
His gaze returns to mine before he answers my question with a question. “The problem?” He narrows his eyes.
“My Jeep? What was wrong with it?”
“Right, your Jeep. It was the battery.” He steps back, distancing himself from me. It’s obvious he’s itching to leave.
“It’s fixed—new battery? Oh, wait, I need to pay you. Hold on just a sec.” I turn to head back into the office to grab my…Crap! All I have is a credit card and that’s not going to work. I stop after just a couple of steps and glance back toward Beau. “Can I stop by the shop in the morning and pay you for your services? I don’t have any cash.”
“Yes, new battery, and there’s no need to go out of your way. I left the bill and keys with your receptionist, so you can put a check in the mail.”
“Are you sure? It’s really not out of the way.”
“Yeah, mailing it will be good.” He turns to walk away—again—and I notice someone in the passenger seat of the truck waiting on him. Maybe that’s why he’s in such a big hurry—because he’s not alone.
“Wait, just one more second,” I plead because I need to know if we’ve met before—other than me checking out his ass earlier today at the automotive shop. That doesn’t count. I mean, it does, but he doesn’t need to know I think he has an amazing ass.
“Yeah?” he says as he glances back at me.
“Do I know you from somewhere? I mean, have we met before…because you look kinda…”
“No, Ms. Carmichael. We’ve never met,” he cuts me off without hesitation.
“Please call me Emmie,” I tell him as I scan his face one more time. I tap my finger on my chin and then continue, “Are you sure? Because I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
“I’m positive,” he says before cutting his eyes away from me. He rubs his jaw and shakes his head again. Then he does something so unexpected. He swiftly moves toward me and leans in close to my face with his mouth so near I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “I never forget a face, Emmie,” he says smoothly. And oh, how I love the way my name falls from his lips. I close my eyes and take in his nearness. I quietly inhale all that is Beau Matson—the smell of motor oil combined with a deep woodsy scent, the slow steady breaths that continue to brush against my skin, and the roughness of his five o’clock shadow as it grazes my face. 
“I’m sure you’re right,” I whisper softly.
Beau pulls away from me and I open my eyes in time to see him walking away. I’m confused about what just happened. But I dare not question it because having Beau that near me, even if it was only for him to whisper those six words into my ear, was worth every second.
“Thank you again!” I yell as he walks away from me. God, I’m such an idiot. What am I thanking him for? Dropping my Jeep off or nearly giving me an orgasm just from leaning into me and whispering my name near my ear? And what did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing but stand here. This is a prime example of why I’m alone. 


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Emery grew up in Southern Arkansas and has lived most of her adult life in Northern Louisiana. She spends her days working as a Nurse Practitioner in rural health and her nights reading, writing, and occasionally sleeping.
She loves real life romance…lots of angst and heartbreak, but always a happy ending.

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Mogul by Katy Evans

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Mogul by Katy Evans Publication Date: May 31, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

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A brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans is AVAILABLE NOW!
He's my most delicious secret.
The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening.
I didn't know anything about him, not even his name.
Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked.
We met in room 301. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul.
The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him.
I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch.
I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I'd ever find him.
Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again.
He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table.
Because he has a secret. One that's a deal breaker for me.
My Suit has a name.
Ian Ford.
And this is our story.
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About the Author:
Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.
Connect with the Author:
Email: katyevansauthor@gmail.com
Twitter @authorkatyevans