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Wild Hearts Won’t Be Tamed…

 

Title: Heart of a Cowboy

Series: Elk Heights Ranch #1

Author: Kristin Vayden

Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp

Genre: Western Romance
Release Date: December 19, 2017

 

Blurb
A stubborn cowboy has sworn never to forgive or forget—but
one special woman may find a way to change his mind . . .

 

Hospice nurse Laken Garlington helps people face the end with peace and
dignity, surrounded by their loved ones. But the son of her new patient didn’t
come home to reunite with his dad. So why is Cyler Myer back
in horse country? It’s clear the sexy, six-three hunk with the steely eyes has
a score to settle, and Laken doesn’t plan on being collateral damage . . . no
matter how irresistible she finds the prodigal cowboy.Dying is too good for the father Cyler will never forgive—not in this
lifetime.

Showing up at his family’s Washington State ranch is the first step in his
plan. But revenge takes a back seat to desire when Cyler meets a bossy beauty
who arouses feelings he isn’t ready to face. As they work together to save an
ailing mare, Cyler realizes he must decide where his true destiny lies.
With darkness . . . or with the woman who offers the promise of redemption
with every kiss.

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Excerpt
His gaze shamelessly took in her silhouette against the
evening sun, and he edged closer. Yet with each step, it wasn’t enough. Rather
like a magnet, she pulled him in, and he didn’t want to fight the impulse.
Softly, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind
her ear, his body heating as she met his gaze, then shyly diverted her eyes. He
traced his fingertips down her neck then gently grasped her shoulder,
encouraging her to turn and face him fully. Anticipation flooded him. Her
breath quickened, and her pink tongue darted out to caress her lower lip,
enticing him. Deliberately, he leaned forward, watching as her eyes widened,
but quickly she stepped out from his hold, putting several feet of distance
between them.
“No. I can’t.” She wrapped her arms around her waist,
hugging herself. Her eyes were bright with suppressed excitement,
encouraging him.
“Why?” he asked, stepping forward.
Laken edged back. “This is the very definition of conflict
of interest.” She arched a brow but grinned, her posture relaxing.
“I’m not going to take no for an answer.” He gave a small
grin in return, taking a step closer.

She laughed, rolling her green eyes. “Why am I not
surprised?”

“Just being honest.” He shrugged.

“Thank you. I think.” She chuckled again, the sound slightly nervous. “Unless
you’re not interested?” He let the question linger, closing the distance as he watched indecision, desire, and hesitancy
flash across her face. “That’s beside the point—”

“That is the only point,” he interrupted.

“I…I could lose my job.” She spoke quietly.
“Are you on the clock right now?” Cyler reached up, tracing
the line from her ear along her jaw, pausing at her full lips.
“It’s complicated. But in short, no.” she murmured, her
expression softening.
“Good.” Without giving her a chance to protest, he closed
the final distance between them and sealed her lips with his.
At first contact, he realized the danger he’d just invited.
It wasn’t just a kiss; rather, each nerve had come alive, demanding more.
Angling his head slightly, he was able to capture more of her kiss,
deepening the exchange as his tongue ran along the seam of her lips, begging
for entrance. He could feel her hesitation melt as she leaned into him, her
lips caressing his, inviting, intoxicating him with each touch.
As she opened her mouth, her arms tentatively grasped his
forearms before sliding up to his shoulders then pulling him in tight.
Cyler’s already- burning body smoldered deeper, demanding more than just a
kiss. Yet he held himself in check, in spite of the pounding blood that seemed
to overtake every other sense.
His hand slid up her back, mapping the delicate curve of her
waist. Her tongue met his, stealing every other rational thought as he accepted
her invitation and tasted the full flavor that was Laken. Her fingers slid
up from his shoulders, threading through his hair and tugging, causing his
heart to pound harder, his body to grow even harder as he pressed into her soft
curves. He breathed in her soft gasp as he bit on her lower lip, pulling her
in, leading her. He mated with her lips, fusing his with hers, searing
his brand with each brush of his lips, each caress of his hand across her
waist.
Abruptly she pulled away, her green eyes wild as they
blinked up at him, staring deep into his soul. Naked in his eyes—yet fully
clothed—she studied him, and the kiss had him off guard just enough that all
the careful walls he’d constructed were still lowered.
Damn it all.
“So…that just happened,” she whispered, a hand reaching up
to touch her pink lips. “Whoa.” She swallowed, his eyes capturing each minute
movement, each tiny shift of her gaze.
Then she smiled.
“To be fair, I did warn you I wasn’t taking no for an
answer.” He relaxed slightly, feeling less exposed and vulnerable.
“You did.” Her gaze flickered to the ground as her lips
tipped into a lopsided grin.
“And I’ll be straight with you. I’m going to kiss you
again.”
Her gaze shot back to his, widening slightly. “So, you’re
saying I don’t get a choice?” She flirted.
He chuckled. “I’m saying you don’t really want one.”
She rolled her eyes. “A little sure of yourself, aren’t
you?” She tucked her hands into her back pockets, regarding him.
He took a small step forward, leaning in to her before
whispering, “You kissed me back.”
Her pert nose scrunched up. “Caught that, did you?”
“Yup. Pretty much.” He laughed softly, reaching out and
tugging on her elbow, and she willingly released her hand from her back
pocket.
“Fair warning?” she asked as he leaned in.
“Fair warning,” he murmured before taking her lips once
more, astounded at how her warmth captivated him, and how his blood went to an
immediate boil.
He’d expected her to moderate the kiss, and he’d been fully
prepared to tease her, to test the waters to see how far she’d let him push,
but what he hadn’t been prepared for was her response.
Rather than play hard to get, she returned the kiss with
full force, biting his lower lip and fanning the already-burning flames.
Her hands mapped his back, kneading, tracing, driving him crazy with each
touch, reminding him that he could—should—be closer. He groaned as she
tugged on his button-up shirt, sliding her hand up his chest, skin on skin.
He breathed in her sigh as he splayed his hands across her
hips, pulling her closer then rocking her against him. He was taken by surprise
when she kissed then bit him gently on the neck before quickly disentangling
herself from his grasp and walking away.
Confused, he turned to watch as she glanced over her
shoulder, giving him a teasing grin. “Fair warning.”
Cyler’s face broke into a wide smile, one that caused his
cheeks to ache with an unfamiliar yet welcome pain as he watched her hike back
up the hill. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to
hurry up? Daylight’s burning.” She taunted as she continued her trek toward the
truck. Cyler rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head,
and 
grinning. “Is that how it’s going to be?”

“Are you complaining?” Laken turned, taking a few steps backward on a flatter
portion of the hike.

“No, ma’am,” Cyler replied, starting toward her.
“Good.” She giggled and finished the hike with him not far behind. When Cyler
reached Laken, he grasped her hand in his and kept it tight the whole way back to the ranch. The sunset’s glow
made her face appear even more flushed, and he couldn’t help the smug
satisfaction that he’d done that to her. It had been a long time since he’d
felt that way, since he’d even wanted a woman to wear his kiss. It was
disconcerting, yet electrifying all at once, but as much as he wanted to ride
the wave of excitement, he felt the familiar suspicion creep in, the kind that
made him question if this were truly real.
Because heaven only knew how he’d been fooled before.
Cyler glanced over to Laken, meeting her gaze and smiling
before he back to gazing out the window.
The past was the past. This was a chance for a new future.
Let that serve as fair warning…to his heart. 
Author Bio
Kristin’s inspiration for the romance she writes comes from
her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children
to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some
mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! Life is full—of blessings and
adventure! Needless to say she’s a big fan of coffee and wine…and living in
Washington she’s within walking distance of both!
Author Links

 

Cassy Maria’s Review of Heart of a Cowboy

Heart of a Cowboy by Kristin Vayden is a beautiful story about love, family and second chances.

Laken Garlington’s patient Jack is dying and she has been hired to help him find his end peacefully. Jack knows he only has a few months left to live and he wants to right the wrongs from the past with his son Cyler.

When Cyler arrives at the farm to see his father he knows he will not be able to forgive him for the past, what he didn’t plan on was falling for his father’s nurse. Laken knows that falling for Cyler is a huge conflict of interest but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Such a beautiful and heartwarming story; with witty banter between father and son and the perfect mix of family drama that will have you devouring this story. Love friendship and Coffee! An emotional tale that pulls on your heartstrings, Kristin Vayden creates wonderful and lovable characters that will stay with you for a very long time.  A must read for everyone!

 

 

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THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn is finally here!

THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn is finally here! Check out the excerpt and teasers!

THE OTHER BROTHER
NA Romantic Comedy
Model: David Harris
PREORDER HERE:
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
EXCERPT:

Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.

Boy, was I wrong.

What a sick joke life is playing on me.

Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.

I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.

Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.

His voice.

His stature.

The way he used to kiss my neck.

The way I felt so protected in his arms.

Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.

And hell, he looked good. Too good.

He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.

But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.

Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible, like I could conquer anything with him at my side.

Once again, I was wrong.

About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Find me on Goodreads:
Cassy Maria’s Review of The Other Brother

What can I say about The Other Brother without giving away any spoilers. Let’s start off by saying Meghan Quinn never disappoints me with her writing, her style is beautiful, it leaves you laughing out loud one minute then bawling like a baby the next.

The Other Brother is Aaron’s story, we’ve met Aaron aka Smalls in the previous instalments of the series. (it can be read as a stand-alone but best to read the others first, just so you don’t spoil anything for yourself)

Aaron has lived a terrible life, growing up with a Mom who seemed to care about alcohol and drugs. Aaron’s Mom gave up his two biological brothers so they can have a better life; leaving Aaron wondering why couldn’t she have given him up to have a better life.

Amelia has moved back to her home town to take care of her father. Amelia left town a few years ago after suffering a breakup from her one true love. Now in a long distance relation she plans on putting her past Love behind her, that is until finds out that her ex is living beside her. Aaron broke Amelia’s heart and he knows he’s at fault for it, he will try everything to make her fall for him again. What will happen when Amelia finds out she already seeing Aaron’s biological brother. Caught between the two loves of her life, who will Amelia choose.

The Other Brother is a roller coaster of emotions, and the chemistry between Amelia and Aaron is priceless. The Other Brother is a beautiful and emotional second chance romance that you will not be able to put down!!

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How To Date A Douchbag: The Learning Hours

He’s not a douchebag;

but that doesn’t stop his friends from

turning him into one.

MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.

So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:

Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry?

Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have pulse. Text him at: 555-254-5551

The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.

THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.

One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.

However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.

Especially her.

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He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.

He’s slouching, hunched over his table.

Defeated. Tired.

My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.
Just watching.

For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.

Learning.

“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.

I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Eight.

Two.

“Hi.”

No reply.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.

He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”

“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.

Shrugs. “Free country.”

I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…

Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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Cassy Maria’s Review of the Audio of How to Date a Douchbag The Learning Hours

So I’m kinda excited this is there first time I’ve done a blog review on an audiobook.

I’m a huge fan of the How to Date a Douchbag series and the audio version of The Learning Hours blew me away! The dual point of view of this book is brilliant, Josh Goodman and Muffy Newman were bang on with these characters. The laugh out loud comedic lines were perfect and the passion and emotion of each of the characters was truly brought to life. Mix in the spectacular writing of Sara Ney and you have the perfect audiobook.

Rhett the southern gentleman was brought to life with his souther accent and french tongue, and Laurel with her Witty and spunky attitude truly make for an enjoyable listen and a very entertaining story. I loved listening to this book and I cannot wait to hear more in the future! A must listen!

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🎉🎉🎉 The Other Brother is Here! 🎉🎉🎉

THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn is finally here! Check out the excerpt and teasers!

THE OTHER BROTHER
NA Romantic Comedy
Model: David Harris
PREORDER HERE:
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
EXCERPT:

Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.

Boy, was I wrong.

What a sick joke life is playing on me.

Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.

I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.

Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.

His voice.

His stature.

The way he used to kiss my neck.

The way I felt so protected in his arms.

Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.

And hell, he looked good. Too good.

He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.

But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.

Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible, like I could conquer anything with him at my side.

Once again, I was wrong.

About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Find me on Goodreads:

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Here’s a little teaser from Meghan Quinn’s The Other Brother

Check out this amazing teaser for THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn!
THE OTHER BROTHER
NA Romantic Comedy
Model: David Harris
PREORDER HERE:
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?

About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Find me on Goodreads:
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Check out this amazing excerpt for THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn!
THE OTHER BROTHER
NA Romantic Comedy
Model: David Harris
PREORDER HERE:
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
EXCERPT:

Right on time, I’m impressed.

She doesn’t get out of her car right away, so I give her a second but then realize maybe she’s not exiting the vehicle because I have the key to the house and she has nowhere to go.

Wanting to make a good impression and seem approachable since I’m the property manager, I run my hand through my hair and adjust my jeans. I’m not wearing any fancy shit, but at least I don’t have holes in or paint stains on my clothes. I hop off my front porch and make my way toward her car, slowly, not wanting to scare her.

There is muffling coming from her car, voices I can’t quite hear, but I get the idea she’s finishing up a conversation, so I slow my pace drastically. That’s when I see her tilt her head down and look at me. From the reflection of the light off her windows, I can’t make out her features. I can only see a silhouette.

I lift a friendly hand in her direction to let her know I come in peace and make my way to her driveway. There is no wave back, but I do hear the telltale sound of her opening her car door. She steps out and when I round the vehicle, I catch the sun off her driver’s side window, temporarily blinding me.

Blinking my eyes a few times to calm my retinas, I bring her into focus.

“Aaron . . .”

Every hair on my body sticks straight up and my body goes still from that voice, that unmistakably sultry voice.

When she finally comes into view, I am met with a pair of hazel eyes I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the day she left town for bigger and better things.

“Amelia.” I clear my throat and take a step forward. “Wow, I uh . . .” Tongue-tied, that’s exactly what I am right now. “Didn’t expect to see you get out of that car.” I laugh nervously while I pull on the back of my neck, trying to comprehend what’s going on. I point with my thumb toward the house and ask, “You’re the new tenant?”

She nods and looks me over, taking her time with her perusal, her eyes burning a hole right through my clothes like they used to. When her eyes meet mine again, she asks, “You’re the property manager?”

I nod and swallow hard. “And neighbor.”

She presses her lips together, thinning them out. “What are the chances?” She laughs nervously.

“Yeah, especially since I thought your life was in the city.” I didn’t mean for that to come out rude, but it did. Gentling my voice, I ask, “What brings you back home?”

Staring at the ground, clutching her purse to her side, she says, “My dad. He’s, uh, not doing well.” Duh, Mrs. Ferguson mentioned something like that. I’m so damn overwhelmed and shocked right now though, that entire conversation I had with Mrs. Ferguson is not registering in my mind.

“Oh no.” My brow pinches together in concern. “What happened?”

She waves me off. “Nothing you need to worry about.” And just like that she shuts me down. Honestly, I’m surprised she said that much to me after how we ended things between us.

Yes, there was an us, a perfectly beautiful, love-filled us. Amelia Santos was the best thing to ever happen to me, and yet, she was also the worst. During a time where my heart broke from every uncaring glance from my mom, Amelia resurrected me from the ashes I would have otherwise drowned in. She was my rock, the one solid feature in my life.

She was also my downfall.

She was going places, and I wasn’t. She had opportunity, and I had none. She wanted me to move with her, and I couldn’t, but no way in hell would I hold her back. I barely made it out of my mom’s house. There were many days when I tried hard to earn a buck so I could find a place to live other than the homeless shelter where I spent many lonely nights. Amelia deserved better than that, so I pushed her away to achieve her dreams. Little did I know, breaking up with her would send me in the biggest downward spiral of my life. The only reason I’m the man I am today is because after hitting rock bottom, I knew things needed to change, and it was up to me to make something of myself. So I worked my ass off. And now at thirty, I can say proudly that I’m a co-owner of an up-and-coming construction company as well as the proud owner of a house in the heart of Hillcrest, a beautiful two-story house. I’m doing well for myself . . . at least that’s what I thought until Amelia stepped out of her car.

Now I’m questioning every little thing about my life leading to this point.

About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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