Jensen Monroe is a unicorn. As handsome as any model, as polite as can be, a goalie of unmatched skill, and the best friend anyone could ask for. But he longs for a particular special someone to make his life complete. He’s been in love with Wren since he was a teenager, but as his best friend’s sister, she’s always been off-limits.

Wren Lemiere has prided herself on being a love ’em and leave ’em girl her whole life. She’s all about equal opportunity in the battle of the sexes. Why should guys like her brother and his best friends get to be the only ones allowed to play the dating game? One wrong move, however, and she finds herself in violation of her own rules.

In need of a fake husband and baby daddy for her unexpected bundle of joy, Wren finally accepts Jensen is the logical one to ask for help. Except he has a counteroffer…one with so many strings attached, they may just find themselves wrapped up in ties that bind. Forever.

 


Dr. Richards laughed as Wren giggled. “Everything is good. Come on up,” he said, helping Wren up before he patted her back. “But we need to discuss something.”
Her expression turned worried as she met his gaze. “Is everything okay?”
“Fine, but looking over your chart, you had quite the weight gain from last time. Fourteen pounds.”
Her face flushed as she held his gaze. “Baby weight?”
“Some, but not all. Healthy weight gain is about twenty pounds, and you’ve gained thirty.”
She shrugged. “Taco weight?”
He smiled, patting her back. “Are you exercising?”
She nodded. “I walk to the fridge?”
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said, marking his chart. Why did she feel like he was scolding her? “You need to get a little more active, and I’m sure your husband won’t mind doing that with you.”
Wren couldn’t look at Jensen, she was so embarrassed, but still, she said, “Of course.”
“And maybe instead of all the tacos, we have a taco salad?”
She glared. “You’re ruining my life, doctor guy.”
He smiled before he winked. “Just a suggestion.”
“Duly noted.”
“Good. So have a good trip,” he said with a grin before sliding out of the room with only a wave and “see ya next time.”
“Well, that sucked,” she muttered, scooting to the end of the table and getting off. Still unable to look at Jensen, she went to pull her shirt down, but she jumped in surprise when Jensen’s hands stopped her. When she looked up, he was staring at her, his eyes dark as he took her belly in his hands. Bending down, his very large body took up most of the room as he went to his knees before kissing her belly. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she watched him.
“Hey, you, we need to back off the tacos, okay?”
She laughed as he kissed her once more before standing and taking her face in his hands. “And you are fucking sexy, okay? Those numbers mean nothing, except that we’re going to go for walks in the mornings this whole trip.”
Her eyes started to cloud with tears as she nodded. “Okay.”
“Don’t let that bother you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“We’re good.”
She nodded. “We are.”
“And I like the name Liam.”
“Liam?” she asked as he slowly brought her shirt down over her belly. “I don’t know about Liam.”
“I like it, but can I tell you what I don’t like?”
Her brow rose. “What?”
“That doctor.”
She laughed. “What? He’s nice!”
“He’s too hot to be touching you, and I’m man enough to say that. We need to switch.”
She laughed hard, and he took her hand in his as she reached for her purse. “I know you’re not jealous.”
He gave her a dry look. “Beyond.”
“What! No, you’re not!”
“I am,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Does he stick his hands inside of you a lot?”
She sputtered. “Many times.”
“Bullshit. I hate him.”
“You’re silly!”
“I was boiling, sitting there as he touched you. I wanted to deck him.”
“You did not!”
“I did.”
“Like that would bother you.”
He set her with a look that swirled so much desire and the dirtiest thoughts imaginable inside of her. Pulling her against him, he looked deep into her eyes, his mouth barely away from hers as he whispered, “It bothers me just knowing that men look at you.”
“Jensen,” she gasped, her lips curving. “Stop lying to me.”
“I’m not. You’re mine, woman, and that’s that.”

 

 

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My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?
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Jensen Monroe is a unicorn. As handsome as any model, as polite as can be, a goalie of unmatched skill, and the best friend anyone could ask for. But he longs for a particular special someone to make his life complete. He’s been in love with Wren since he was a teenager, but as his best friend’s sister, she’s always been off-limits.

Wren Lemiere has prided herself on being a love ’em and leave ’em girl her whole life. She’s all about equal opportunity in the battle of the sexes. Why should guys like her brother and his best friends get to be the only ones allowed to play the dating game? One wrong move, however, and she finds herself in violation of her own rules.

In need of a fake husband and baby daddy for her unexpected bundle of joy, Wren finally accepts Jensen is the logical one to ask for help. Except he has a counteroffer…one with so many strings attached, they may just find themselves wrapped up in ties that bind. Forever.

 

Brie snickered as Vaughn went on. “I know this is going to be hard. Like, really hard on you. But, buddy, I’m sorry to say, we bought a house.”
Jensen just stared back at him. “Okay? Why is this hard?”
“Because you’re not moving with us.”
He rolled his eyes. “Jo, we haven’t lived together for six months since you moved in with Brie.”
“I know, but we were across the hall.”
Jensen laughed. “I’ll be fine without you guys—”
“Now, I know this comes as a shock, but we’re having a baby, and we need space for us and the baby.”
“I know—”
“Now, Jenny, I know this is going to be difficult, putting space between us—”
“You know we lived apart for years, right?”
But Vaughn went on. “Just know I will always and forever love you as my brother, and nothing will change. Not the space, the new ball and chain, or the baby.”
“Are you done?”
Brie apparently thought this was hilarious since she was basically choking she was laughing so hard. Which wasn’t anything new. Vaughn might be an idiot, but he was a funny one. As always, Vaughn was unaffected as he said, “We’ll never be done, Jenny, never.”
“Okay,” Jensen said, rolling his eyes again. “Listen, this is awesome. I’m happy for you guys, and let me know when we need to start moving stuff.”
“You’re such a good man,” Vaughn proclaimed before clapping his hands together. “This weekend good for you?”
Laughing, he just shook his head at Vaughn’s antics. “Yeah, man.”
“Thanks, Jensen.”
He smiled over at Brie. “Anytime.”
Rolling his eyes, he went back to eating as a grin played on his lips. He wanted nothing more than for his friend to grow and be in love. Brie was that for Vaughn. They were moving and having a kid, and it was great. Vaughn needed that. So did Wells, who was getting married the following month. Both his best friends were living life, happily and to its fullest. Meanwhile, Jensen was stuck.
He didn’t know how it happened, or even why, but it had. He wasn’t interested in anyone he met, and he didn’t just want to fuck around. He wanted someone to love him for him. The quiet, weird guy in the corner. The one who would lay down his life for anyone he loved. He had redeemable qualities, but for some reason, no one wanted them. They just wanted to have sex.
He didn’t want Netflix and chill; he wanted Netflix and breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and more.
Hmm, he should copyright that.
Taking a huge bite of his chicken, he felt his phone start to vibrate. He pulled it out, seeing that it was a text from Wren, as he chewed. Like always when she texted him, his heart sped up, and his palms went clammy as a lump formed in his throat. Or maybe that was the chicken, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he slid the notification over so that his text thread with her opened up before he read her message.
Wren: Are you free anytime this week?

 

 

 

My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?
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Cassy Maria’s Review of In the Crease by Toni Aleo

Toni Aleo Scores again in the twelfth Assassins novel. Wren Lemiere has a problem and not a little one, one that will defiantly be showing its self in a few months. Wren enlists her friend Jensen for help, she needs him to marry her and pretend he is the father of her unborn baby. Jensen Monroe is living the dream; he’s the all star goalie for the NHL team The Assassins and at the top of his career. When is best friend’s little sister and the love of his life asks him to pose as the loving future father and husband so she can secure her inheritance, he agrees but under one stipulation…it’s a real marriage not a fake one.

I love my Assassin men, but there was something about Jensen’s book that made me fall even more in love with these characters, the bond that Toni has created for these characters is beautiful and heartwarming. Such a great story line and the connection and chemistry that Wren and Jensen shared was extraordinary, Toni knows how to draw a reader in!  I’m a huge fan of the Assassins’ series and loved every single minute of this book, I could not put it down.  Get ready to bring on the feels with this read, you will become emotionally involved with Jensen’s and Wren, whether it’s laughing at the banter between friend and teammates or tearing up with the love for these characters. I cannot wait for more form Toni and The Assassins!

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Jensen Monroe is a unicorn. As handsome as any model, as polite as can be, a goalie of unmatched skill, and the best friend anyone could ask for. But he longs for a particular special someone to make his life complete. He’s been in love with Wren since he was a teenager, but as his best friend’s sister, she’s always been off-limits.

Wren Lemiere has prided herself on being a love ’em and leave ’em girl her whole life. She’s all about equal opportunity in the battle of the sexes. Why should guys like her brother and his best friends get to be the only ones allowed to play the dating game? One wrong move, however, and she finds herself in violation of her own rules.

In need of a fake husband and baby daddy for her unexpected bundle of joy, Wren finally accepts Jensen is the logical one to ask for help. Except he has a counteroffer…one with so many strings attached, they may just find themselves wrapped up in ties that bind. Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?
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From the first day I met Racer McKay, I knew our interaction was going to be incredibly brief. First impressions really do matter and unfortunately, I didn’t make a very good one.

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I was never going to see this man again, right? 

Wrong! When I’m met with the opportunity of a lifetime, there is only one man in the state of New York who can assist me. And can you guess who it is? 

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true. 

So, we reluctantly join forces.

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.

*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.

 

**GEORGIANA**

“So, are you ready for tonight?” Madison asks. 

 

The heat of the sun intensifies with the mention of tonight. It’s beating down on

me, building up the pressure, circling me in an inferno of what’s to come. 

 

Tonight. 

 

I don’t think I’ve ever been more nervous in my entire life. Even when I was

forced to go with Danny Leshay to senior prom because it was part of my

father’s business deal with a client. My dad buys out a lumberyard, and in

return, I have to go with the guy’s son to prom. Thoughts of being stabbed and

murdered on the side of the road by someone I didn’t know terrified me.

Thanks, Dad!

 

“I’m prepared but so freaking nervous.” I turn on my side and face Madison. “I

have that sinking feeling he’s going to say no.”

 

“How can he say no, G? You’ve run through your presentation a million times.

I’ve seen it. You are solid with all your numbers, with your projections; it’s an

easy yes.”

 

“To any other businessman, my presentation is an easy yes, but to my dad . . . I

have this horrible feeling it’s going to be a hard pass.”

 

And that’s the honest truth. He’s a good man, but when it comes to me, I’m his

little girl, not an aspiring entrepreneur. 

 

“You might be surprised.” Madison takes a big sip from her drink. “He wasn’t

happy at first about you going to Northwestern and earning your master’s in

business, but he changed his mind about that.”

 

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because on paper, I’m more appealing to one of the

‘husbands’ my dad has chosen for me. An educated girl is a girl with goals and

motivation, one that will be able to participate with knowledgeable

commentary in dry, pointless conversations at charitable events. My entire life

leading to this point has been a long and drawn-out finishing school run, and

operated by my father, preparing me for the very moment I meet the one man I

can stand at his side, woo his clients, and be the trophy wife I’ve been morphed

into.” I set my drink on the table between us and rest my hands under my

cheek. “I want so much more, Madison.”

 

“If you had red hair and was brushing it with a fork right now, I would think

you were the little mermaid.”

 

“I’m serious.” I laugh just as cursing from a thousand men breaks up our little

conversation. 

 

From the side of the pool where renovations for the pool house are taking

place, the lone construction worker is holding his finger between his jean-clad

legs. 

 

Madison sits up and lifts her sunglasses to get a look at the commotion. “Did

you hammer a nail into your finger over there?”

 

The man who’s been working on the building for a few weekends looks up at

us. His head is covered by a backward black baseball cap, his chest is bronze

from working many hours outside this summer, and it’s hard not to notice the

corded muscles wrapped around his entire body, from his chiseled stomach to

his powerful biceps. To be honest, it hasn’t been a chore watching him these

last few weekends.

 

What’s-His- Name looks up and pops his finger in his mouth, sucking on it as

his body ripples under the brightness of the sun. 

 

“Damn,” Madison mutters under her breath just as the man pops his finger out

of his mouth. “Mama likes.”

 

Unable to hear Madison slowly discredit his self-respect, he gruffly says, “I’m

good.” Not giving us a second thought, he shakes his hand and turns back

toward his project. 

 

Never having spoken to the man—I’ve only seen him around—I cautiously say,

“You sure? Kind of looks like you’re hurt.”

 

Slowly he turns his head in my direction, his eyes cutting me a look of

indignation. “I’m good, Princess. No need to set your cocktail down to check

on me.”

 

Pardon me? Was that attitude?

 

I sit up, my legs straddling my lounge chair and tip my sunglasses up so he can

see my dissatisfaction in his choice of words. “It’s Georgiana, not princess.”

 

Picking up his hammer, he shoves it in a holster attached to his side and says,

“Could have fooled me.”

 

“Oooooo,” Madison says as if she’s in grade school. “Burned.” She sits back in

her chair, taking a sip of her drink as if she’s preparing for the show of a

lifetime, one she might just get. 

 

Slowly, I set my drink down and stand. I adjust the fabric of my swimsuit

bottom so it’s covering my ass and saunter over to the man, now sorting nails

as he casually glances in my direction. 

 

When I stand in front of him, I watch his eyes travel over my barely covered

frame until he meets me head-on. His staggering height doesn’t intimidate me,

even though he towers over my petite frame. He appears strong and powerful

with a hard set in his jaw. 

 

“What did you say?” I ask, a hand on my hip. 

 

Not giving me his complete attention, he says, “You heard what I said or else

you wouldn’t be over here trying to put on a front.”

 

“Put on a front?” My voice sounds a little shrill from the accusation. “I’m not

putting on a front.”

 

“Yeah?” He pulls a rag from his back pocket, lifts his hat, and wipes his brow.

His blond hair sticks up in all different directions with beads of sweat at the tips

that aren’t covered by his hat. “So you’re not trying to act intimidating in front

of your friend? You know, push around the hired help to make yourself feel

better?”

 

“Excuse me?” Two seconds ago I was irritated, now I’m mad. “How dare you

make such an awful accusation about me. You don’t know a thing about me.”

“I know enough,” he answers and turns around to nail another board for the

new siding. His incessant hammering has ensured a headache all morning.

 

“Hey.” I poke his sweaty back, trying to ignore how amazingly tight it feels

under my index finger. “I suggest if you want to keep your job you show a little

respect.”

 

Whoa, can we all say it together? Georgiana, you’re a bitch. The words felt

dirty leaving my mouth. I really don’t act like this, like my—gulp—parents, but

I’m tired, anxious about meeting with my dad, and irritated. It’s a cataclysmic

combination and when that happens, nothing good comes from it. I’m about to

apologize when he starts to go off on me. 

 

“Respect? You want to talk respect?” He spins on his heel and holds up his

hammer. “What do you know about respect, Princess? From where I see it, you

know nothing. Every weekend I’ve been here, you’ve ordered people around,

watching them wait on you hand and foot, complained about not having any

money, gossiped about every bad boob job in town, and have yet to be pleasant

to anyone who stands an inch beneath you.” He goes to hammer again but turns

around once more and says, “And the heels you just had to wear out to the pool

ripped a fucking hole in my nail gun hose, giving me no other option than to

nail these boards by hand, adding on time I can’t afford. So, Princess, excuse

me for upsetting you, but I’m sticking with the nickname. It fits you to a T. Oh,

and just so you know, sandals. Sandals are the proper footwear you should be

wearing around the pool.” He rolls his eyes, turns around, and starts hammering

another nail into the siding of the pool house. 

 

How dare he!

 

“That’s what you think I am? Some whiney brat?”

 

“If the unnecessary high heel fits, Princess.” 

 

Unsure of what to do. I stomp my foot and say, “Well, I’m not.” 

 

Pretty sure my reaction just solidified his assumption. 

 

“Tantrums don’t work on me; try your daddy.” He continues to hammer away,

his back muscles shimmering with each movement. 

 

“Maybe I will. We’ll see what he has to say about this little conversation.” 

He places another nail against the board and starts hammering. “Wouldn’t be

shocked if you did. You step on my hose, ruin my chances of getting this

project done today, which only prolongs my time here, cutting down on my

chance to make more money since I’m getting paid a flat rate, and now you

want to get me fired. Sounds about right. Can’t take the blame for anything.”

 

No one has ever been so disrespectful to me. 

 

“How was I supposed to know I stepped on your stupid hosey thing?”

 

“Maybe if you pay attention to people and objects around you, you may have

noticed.”

 

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” He has me all wrong, and it is really bothering

me that he pictures me as a spoiled, inconsiderate, self-consumed brat. That’s

not who I am at all. 

 

“How do you figure? Because the way I see it, you’re the jerk.” His body fully

turns around to face me, challenge in his eyes, maybe a bit of humor at the

corner of his lips as he awaits my answer. 

 

Holding my chin high, I say, “Because, instead of having a hissy fit like a

petulant child, you could have come over to me and said, ‘Miss Westbrook,

sorry to bother you, but you seem to have poked a hole in my hose.’ But instead

you decided to stew over here and then pick on me when I was trying to see if

you were okay from your inability to hammer a nail into a piece of wood

properly. It’s called being an adult.”

 

He studies me, hands on his hips, not showing any kind of reaction. “Being an

adult, huh? And you think you’re an expert at that?”

 

“I would say I’m well-versed in the topic.”

 

He nods, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as his eyes flick to where

Madison is sitting. “Well-versed, interesting. Tell me, when did adults start

eating dinosaur chicken nuggets for lunch?”

 

Just when I’m about to reply, Madison calls out, “Nuggies are ready, G. Come

eat T-Rex’s arms with me. Roar!” 

 

I shut my eyes tight, willing for this moment to disappear, maybe praying for

the ground to swallow me whole due to Madison’s poor timing. The infuriating

man says with a smile, “Your nuggies are ready, Princess. Don’t want them

getting cold.”

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