Reed and Krisney's story is one that I find really hard to review. I just can't judge either of them for the way they dealt with the hands they were each dealt. The tragedy that they each suffered was the same but from different sides of it and they both sucked.

Obviously I would have preferred Reed not to have cut Krisney out of his life for 12 years. And I am not going to try to justify him doing that but I can understand why he felt he needed to.

The few reviews I read bashing Krisney for being a doormat feel a little harsh. I didn't feel like she was waiting around pining for Reed. She just felt resigned to the fact that he was someone she wasn't going to get over and trying felt worse than just living with it.

But Reed was right there in not moving on. And the lengths he went to to keep her alive and well made me forgive the stubbornness that kept them apart. 

Now my feelings on it all might be that the book was being told in past and present tense and leaving out a lot of the time in between. Or it might just be that I was enjoying the story and didn't really look at what was missing because I was happy with what I had. 

Now I am off to read the last book in the series and no doubt cry like a baby.

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A Collection of Naughty Bedtime Stories 
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Lydia Michaels, Michelle Windsor, Ainsley Booth, 
Melanie Moreland, Desiree Holt & Sienna Snow


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The Winning Bid by Michelle Windsor

Billionaire Drew is rich, handsome, and dominant, runs an international chain of resorts and has little time to pursue pleasure so he buys it at an auction held at a secret club. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with a sub for hire.

Almost Priest by Lydia Michaels

Colin is making his Holy Orders at the end of summer. But when his brother brings home a woman, he’s suddenly rethinking his devotion to the church and his loyalty to his family. Big drama in a small town leads to one scandalous, taboo summer…

The Boss by Melanie Moreland

Terrified and on the run, I was lost. He found me. I witnessed his crime and he gave me a choice. Marriage or death. I never expected to love him. But the choices were never really mine.

Personal Delivery by Ainsley Booth

Jana’s got a crush on the new SwiftEx delivery guy, Jake. What they don’t know--what nobody knows--is that Jake Aston is not a regular delivery driver. When the billionaire goes undercover on the front lines to better understand his new company, the last thing expects is to fall for the cute illustrator on his new route.

Runaway Billionaire by Desiree Holt

When Kyle is sent to scope out a tiny B&B on the beach, he’s hardly prepared for Pepper, who launches herself at him with a hot kiss and introduces him as her intended. Maybe she can save him from his matchmaking parents before reality rears its ugly head and nearly destroys it all.

Sweetest Sin by Sienna Snow

She's the woman of my dreams. The one I never should have touched. The one who owns my soul. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her. Even play a game, where the winner takes all. 

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About Lydia Michaels 

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of over 35 romance novels. She is an iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. She is the two-time winner of the Author of the Year Award from Happenings Media [2018 & 2019]. In 2015 she won The Best Author Award from The Courier Times. She is a five time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love. 

About Michelle Windsor 

Michelle Windsor lives north of Boston, Massachusetts, with her husband and two teenage boys. She writes steamy contemporary romance, has achieved Amazon and Barnes & Noble International Best Seller status, and was awarded the Best Contemporary Romance Writer by Passionate Plume Ink in 2019. When Michelle isn't working on another book, you can find her spending time with her family, her German Shepherd Roman, or enjoying cocktails with her close-knit girlfriends.

About Ainsley Booth 

Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. Her debut erotic romance, Hate F*@k, hit the USA Today list in 2015. In 2016, she co-wrote the blockbuster Prime Minister, which hit the bestseller list both that year and in 2017. She also writes contemporary and military romance as USA Today and New York Times bestselling Zoe York. She lives in London, Ontario, Canada with her young family, and spends as much time as possible traveling the world with them. 

About Melanie Moreland 

New York Times/WSJ/USAT International bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of thirty-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She's learned happily ever-afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story. 

About Desiree Holt 

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything form romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance,and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications. 

About Sienna Snow 

Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in - and out - of the bedroom. She treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment, and her heroines often find love through atypical circumstances. Sienna loves the life of travel and delights in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn't writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her "happily ever after" with her husband and children. 

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Every Little Piece of Me is a sexy, standalone second-chance romance in the all-new Orchid Valley series.

It’s not every day you’re invited to your wife’s wedding . . . as a guest.


The first time I saw Brinley Knox, she was crying, draped in a ridiculous pink tulle dress for her sweet sixteen, and cursing the boy who’d broken her heart.


I was the hired help, a teenage charity case.


She was the daughter of the wealthiest family in Orchid Valley.


I knew a girl like Brinley was off-limits. That didn’t stop me from kissing her. Or from promising that if she were ever mine, I’d never let her go.



The last time I saw Brinley, she was sleeping, tangled in the sheets of my Vegas penthouse, my diamond glittering on her finger.


I returned three hours later to an empty bed, the ring on the dresser, and a goodbye note.


We haven’t spoken in the six months since, but I’m not the kind of guy who’d file for a divorce he doesn’t want.


Until I got this damn invitation, it never occurred to me that Brinley didn’t remember our impulsive Vegas nuptials.


It’s time to return to Orchid Valley and remind the bride-to-be that I’m a man who keeps his promises.


Every Little Piece of Me is a sexy, standalone second-chance romance in Lexi Ryan’s all-new Orchid Valley series.

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Every Little Piece of Me, excerpt © 2020 by Lexi Ryan

I run the water cold and brace myself on the sink. 

Everything is okay. This is just one moment. Inhale and exhale, and move your way through it.

Once my breathing evens out, I splash cold water on my face and blot it dry with a paper towel. I’m definitely overreacting. There are a thousand reasons he could be in town and want to talk to me alone. Thousands of reasons that don’t begin with the words “You’re the love of my life. Please don’t marry anyone else.”

Because I’m almost positive I don’t want to hear those words. Mostly.

When I step out of the bathroom, Marston is waiting there, leaning against the wall across from the ladies’ room, arms folded, jaw twitching with aggravation. The picture of tall, dark, and pissed off.

When Marston sets his mind to something, he gets it, and tonight, apparently that something is talking to me alone. 

“Sorry.” I smooth down my pencil skirt. “That vodka didn’t sit right.” I turn toward the main room. 

He catches me around the waist and spins me so fast that I’m trapped between the wall and him before I can blink. “Give me one minute.” He braces his hands above my head and leans forward.

I swallow hard. Not because I’m scared. Marston’s never scared me. But looking up at him when he’s this close is stirring up all kinds of memories. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at him without part of me wishing for the future I longed for at sixteen. I place a firm hand on his chest. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Was Vegas a joke to you?”

Of all the questions I expected him to ask, that wasn’t anywhere on the list. “What? Of course not. Vegas was . . .” Hot. Impulsive. Crazy. Amazing. Wild . . . everything. 

He dips his head until his lips hover right above mine. “Don’t you dare call it a mistake,” he growls, his warm breath tickling my skin.

I ache to close the distance between our mouths, ache to feel his kiss again. I’d never call Vegas a mistake. Maybe I should, but I can’t. 

“Fuck, you smell so good. I couldn’t get the smell of you out of my mind for weeks after you left me that damn note. Do you know how crazy that made me?”

My hand is still against his chest. If I pushed, he’d back off. He’d give me the space to clear my head. But when he shifts his mouth from above mine to my ear, I don’t want to push him away. I want to pull him back. “Marston—”

“Is this why you sent me that invitation? Did you want me to come here and remind you what it’s like between us? How it feels when we’re close?” In a breath, he has me pinned against the wall again, and his mouth crushes against mine.

Fireworks explode in my stomach. All at once, the floor is falling out from under me and I’m floating. 

The kiss doesn’t last long—I don’t let it. I tear my mouth away before it can swallow me whole. 

I shove him back, my lips tingling. “You can’t do that.” The kiss was everything I remembered, everything that’s missing when I kiss Julian. Everything I’ve been trying to convince myself I don’t need.

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So I finished Every Little Promise and I was so emotionally invested in the story of Brinley and Marston. I immediately had to dive into Every Little Piece. I needed to know what happened in Vegas and how Marston was going to get Brinley to call off her wedding. 

There was also the ten year old secret that was between them that I had so many questions about. Having this book told in present tense with chapters flashing back to their past had me feeling the depth of their connection as much as the chemistry. But having it told in dual point of view made this story perfect.

If not for the dual point of view I probably wouldn't have liked Brinley very much. Because the decisions she made all through the book and in both times would seem selfish and cold if not for knowing exactly what was propelling her to make those decisions. 

I call dibs on Marston. Every single thing he did was so transparent and was done with nothing but love for Brinley. And even when she made choices and decisions that broke his heart he still went above and beyond to do the right thing for Brinley. He was just beautiful and I couldn't get enough of him.

I would have loved to get more of them together once all of their issues were resolved. Especially with their friends and family all on the same page. But knowing that we are getting Stella's story next hopefully we will get a whole lot more of all these guys. I loved the story and couldn't put it down from the first page. Which is what I knew to expect from a Lexi Ryan book.

Title: Writing Dirty
Series: BTU Alumni #5
Author: Alley Ciz
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary 
New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Designs
Release Date: June 12, 2020


“I’ve always been her shelter in the storm.”

Hockey players.
MMA fighters.
Rock stars.
The boys in blue.
Even sexy SEALs have all offered to slay my dragon—or in my case, my stalker.

Why can’t they get it through their thick, stubborn heads that I can take care of myself?
I’m no damsel!
What if the real villain in this story is me?

Now the one person I’ve never been able to resist has appointed himself as my protector.

I don’t know what’s more at risk—my life or my heart.

WRITING DIRTY is an interconnected stand-alone of the BTU Alumni squad with scenes steamy enough to inspire this romance writing Covenette. This laugh out loud rom-com features a cast of characters who don't know how to stay in their lane, a heroine who refuses to be a damsel, and a hero determined to prove he can deliver one hell of a happily ever after.

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Alley Ciz is an indie author of Contemporary/New Adult, Rom-Com, Sports Romances.
She's a stay at home mom to 3 amazing and crazy mini royals, a 95lb lab, and let's face it on some days her hubby is her 4th kid... But to be fair she totally loves him a lot.
When she's not corralling her crazy mini royals she can be found writing the stories the voices in her head tell her. Caffeine is a staple in her daily diet since she does most of her writing late at night when the rest of her house is asleep, usually with her trusty dog Buke (short for Beukeboom reluctantly named after a NY Ranger even though she's a NJ Devils fan all the way. Is it any surprise she writes sports romances?
Pizza and mac-n-cheese are major food groups and she is a proud Potterhead and superhero buff.
She is a complete romance junkie and can always be found reading or listening to a book.

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Today we have the release day blitz for THE BEGINNING OF THE END by R. Holmes! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: The Beginning of the End
Author: R. Holmes
Genre: Contemporary Romance

About The Beginning of the End
My last name was royalty in New Orleans, at least, I guess to those who mattered. But to me…my last name was a curse.
High society. Expectations. Old money. Politics. Everything I despised.
If only they could see what happened behind those high-society closed doors. The same doors my daddy paid a lot of money to keep closed.
Deceit. Destruction. Bribery. You name it, my family was guilty of it.
My father’s throne was built on lies. Our family was the epitome of faux royalty.
Then, I fell in love and oh what a fool I was. I was just a pawn in my father’s game. And to use the man who claimed to love me...
Five years ago, I walked away, and left my father to his riches.
And that man who left me in broken, jagged pieces?
Well, what goes around, comes around.

Four years in a prison cell changes a man.
I spent those five years fighting to survive.
When I emerged, I was nothing like the man who had walked through those cell doors all those years ago.
I overcame things that I never imagined I’d be faced with..
The one person who promised to never leave, did.
The life I thought I knew, gone.
The future I once thought I had, up in smoke.
Like so many things in my life, my story and my future were stolen from me.
Sure, it’s made up of the usual parts…a beginning and an end. But just like every story, there’s a hero, there’s the villain…and then there’s me.
And this is the beginning of the end.

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Something I knew better than most.
The worst types of pain, I knew them intimately.
But pain is subjective, we all feel it differently.
Pain takes a body and leaves it hollow, a mere shell of the living, breathing human that it used to be.
Sometimes I wonder how one person can feel so much pain yet never die?
But, here I still stand. Living proof that no matter how much pain you’ve endured, the worst part was living through the memories of it.
Eight years ago I was thrown inside a concrete prison, a four-by-four cell where I would grow up.
I would be taught all the fundamentals of life, my mentors and instructors the lowest of criminals. They would take me, shape me, make me. Leaving me nothing of the man whom I once was.
I learned the hardest lessons in life, alone.
The worst lesson I learned?
Love was foolish, but it wasn’t what made me a fool.
What made me a fool is that even though love put me in prison, I still sought that love out in my dreams. Like a siren, she sang to me.
I would’ve followed her wherever she called.
That was before.
Before I sold my soul to the devil in exchange for her freedom. She doesn’t have to know the truth. The truth won’t set her free.
It’ll shackle me to the walls of this concrete prison and I’ll gladly take my sentence for love. It’s what put me in here anyway.

About the Author
R. Holmes is from a small town in southern Louisiana where she lives on a farm, with her husband and two little boys. Whenever she's not chasing around the goats and her boys on the farm, she spends her time watching ridiculous amounts of Netflix and is almost always stuck with her nose in a book. She thrives on horror films, sarcasm, and reruns of Harry Potter. A perpetual night owl, you'll find her in her office locked away until the wee hours of the morning. She loves to meet her readers and discuss her latest favorite books and her upcoming projects!

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Bad Boys Don’t Make Good Boyfriends
Melanie A. Smith
(Life Lessons, #2)
Publication date: May 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

From best-selling author Melanie A. Smith comes the second book in a new series of steamy contemporary medical romance standalone novels about life lessons that break all the rules.

Even when you know better, sometimes it’s simply too tempting…
Hospital work isn’t for the faint of heart. Becca Dillon knows that firsthand, having worked as a medical assistant in the cardiac unit at Rutherford Hospital for longer than she cares to think about. What she does care to think about is having fun, gossip, and … guys. Her favorite of the three. And why stick to one, when you can sample them all?
That’s exactly her plan when a workplace crush on a mysterious bad-boy orderly unexpectedly takes a very steamy turn. But Vincent DeMarco turns out to be nothing like she expected, and before she knows it, she’s falling hard and fast. She wants him in ways she’s never wanted anyone before, but there’s something he’s keeping from her. Something that’s holding him back. And Becca is going to find out what.
Even though she knows that bad boys don’t make good boyfriends, he seems like he might be so much more. Will her quest unlock the truth behind who he really is? Or will it end their relationship for good? Either way, ready or not, Becca’s world is about to change.


Vincent’s hand drops back to his side and he scowls. “There are things you don’t want to know about me.”
“You mean there are things you don’t want me to know about you.”
He shakes his head. “Same difference.”
“No, there’s a big difference,” I disagree.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just go back to your place,” he insists, stepping closer and looking down into my eyes with an intense gaze that, despite myself, sends heat ripping through me.
“Oh, now you want to fuck me?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks, confused.
“Yes. But I don’t just want to fuck you, you dumbass,” I grind out. “Don’t ask me why, but for some insane reason I want more than that. Wanted more than that. Starting with the story on you and the cops. But now? You’re being all weird again, and I’m starting to lose my patience with this bullshit.”
“I’ve been pretty up front with you, Becca,” he replies calmly. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend. But I like you. And I’m sick of trying not to fuck you.”
“Well, that’s romantic,” I reply sarcastically.
He laughs. “If you want romance, you’re really barking up the wrong tree,” he says. His eyes still glittering with laughter, he looks down at me again. “But if you’re looking for someone to worship every inch of your gorgeous fucking body, I can definitely help you with that.”
My breath catches in my throat. Goddamn him. He drives me fucking crazy. But that’s just it. I’m into this guy on so much more than a physical level. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not the girl who thinks she can change a man. But damn do I want to understand him.
And he’s wrong about the romance. Dancing with me like our bodies were made to fit together? Sitting with me in a dark alley so I’m not alone? Fixing my back after a stressful week? Giving me orgasms with no expectation of getting them back? He’s not acting like a guy who isn’t thinking about what would make me happy. Even if he keeps saying he’s not. He’s a pile of contradictions.
But he’s also unfortunately done things to my body I’ll never forget. Twice. Is that why I’m so into this guy?
I have to admit that the answer to that is, Maybe. Or maybe it’s my ego; maybe I just want to conquer him. Either way, I for sure don’t want him for just a good fuck, though at this point he’s proven he would be. I’m just as stupid and stubborn as he is. We’re either perfect for each other or we’re sexual napalm, about to explode all over downtown San Diego.

Author Bio
Melanie A. Smith is the best-selling author of The Safeguarded Heart Series and other contemporary romance fiction. Originally from upstate New York, she spent most of her childhood in the San Francisco Bay Area before moving to Los Angeles for college. After that, she spent almost fifteen years in the Seattle Area, and now lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas with her family.
A voracious reader and lifelong writer, Melanie’s writing began at a young age with short stories and poetry. Having completed a bachelor of science in electrical engineering at the University of California, Los Angeles, and a master’s in business administration at the University of Washington, her writing abilities were mainly utilized for technical documents as a lead engineer for the Boeing Company, where she worked for ten years.
After shifting careers to domestic engineering and property management in 2015, she eventually found a balance where she was able to return to writing fiction.
Melanie is also a Mensan and enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and driving with the windows down and the stereo cranked up loud.



“If I try to kiss you at midnight, when I’m off shift and you’re officially not a client anymore . . . would you let me?”

Dirty Charmer by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Emma Chase, is LIVE!

Abigail Haddock is stunning, sensible, and some would say . . . stuffy. But it’s not really her fault. She was raised in one of Wessco’s oldest, most affluent, aristocratic families—“stuffy” is their middle name. So is successful. Abby’s working overtime to distinguish herself as a top-notch physician, just as her family legacy demands.

She doesn’t have time for nonsense.

Tommy Sullivan’s all about nonsense.

Sure, he’s an elite bodyguard with lethal skills and co-owner of the renowned, S&S Securities Firm—protector of the wealthy and titled. But he’s also rowdy, fun and thoroughly irresistible.

Tommy knows how to have a good time, and he’s never seen someone more in need of a good time than Abby. The lass needs long, wet, filthy kisses—STAT—and he’s just the man for the job.

It doesn’t take long for a wildly sexy, sinfully satisfying, no-strings attached arrangement to turn into something more. Something sweet and addictive and real. But Tommy and Abby are too royally stubborn to admit it.

Opposites attract, everyone knows that. But can they last—can they love…for forever?

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Me: Are you texting while you’re driving??

Apparently, Tommy and his bodyguard brethren are trained to text without actually having to look at their phones, so they can communicate covertly with the device in their pocket. 

But I’ve explained to him—at length—that that doesn’t matter worth a damn. 

I’ve informed him of the overwhelming statistics on the dangers of texting while operating a vehicle and I’ve disclosed my firsthand experiences of seeing the deadly carnage of such behavior during my emergency room rotations.   

And still, after a weighted pause, he replies:

Godly Orgasm Giver : Maybe.

Me: Well, STOP IT!!

For a moment, the screen remains quiet . . . and then those sneaky little dots appear again.

Godly Orgasm Giver: I like it when you get all shouty caps at me—have I ever told you that?

I’m going to revisit the idea of Tommy teaching me how to throw a punch. It would come in handy at moments just like this. 

“Is everything all right, Abby?” my mother asks. “You’re all flushed.”

She examines me above her glasses like I’m a bug under a microscope. 

“I . . .”

Grogg, the butler, bends down and dips his large, square head towards my grandmother.

“A gentleman is out front, Lady Agatha . . .”

Oh no.

“On a motorbike.”


“Well, send him away.” The Dowager Countess shoos her hand in the air, as countesses do. “We don’t accept solicitations.”

I scramble to my feet. “Actually, he’s here for me.”

I throw my tablet and phone and books into my satchel, to hasten my not-so-great escape.  

“Pardon?” my father inquires.

“He?” my grandmother prods. 

I swallow hard, rushing out the words. “Yes. He’s a friend. I messaged him for a lift.”

My brother Sterling’s eggs-Benedict-laden fork pauses midair on its way to his mouth.  

“I didn’t know you had the sort of friends who road motorbikes.”

“I didn’t know you had friends,” my sister Athena comments, not in a cruel way, but with sincere surprise. 

I shrug, looping the strap of my satchel over my shoulder.

“Yes, well . . . you know . . .”

With that brilliant retort, I turn and walk out of the room. 

I head towards the foyer, the heels of my knee-high boots clicking rapidly on the marble floor like a ticking time bomb. I yank open the giant front door and . . . come to an immediate stop on the veranda outside of it. 

Because Tommy’s there, down the long gray steps on the front drive, sitting easily astride a shiny contraption of chrome and steel, wearing work boots, snug blue jeans and a black leather jacket—looking so sinfully good it might actually be illegal.  

I have to remind myself that I’m angry with him, and when I do, I march straight down the steps. His eyes alight on my boots, skirt and light gray sweater—the ensemble gives off an unintended “naughty schoolteacher” feel—and the corner of Tommy’s wicked mouth hooks up accordingly. 

“Hello, sweetheart.”

“Are you mad?!”

He takes a moment to think it over.

“Not the last time I checked.”

“What are you doing here?” I hold out my hands. “And what is this?”

“It’s a motorbike.”

“It’s death on wheels.”

He chuckles. “James loaned it to me for the day. The hills are beautiful this time of year—I thought we’d take a ride together. You wanted stress relief, didn’t you?” Tommy taps the shiny handlebar. “A ride on this is as stress-relieving as it gets—better than normal-bloke sex.”

I peer at him. Do I want to know?

Apparently I do, because I hear myself asking, “Normal-bloke sex?”

“Yeah.” He winks. “I mean it’s not better than how I do it—obviously. But the way an average bloke has sex—this is definitely better.” 

I shake my head, folding my arms. “Do you have any idea how dangerous these things are? The statistics on motorbike fatalities are—”

Tommy covers my mouth with his hand.

His palm is warm, and so is his voice—a thick, sweet, honeyed tone.

“Do you trust me, Abby?”

After a moment, he takes his hand away and I gaze into those deep, dark eyes . . . falling into them so easily it should be frightening. 

My answer is simple. True ones always are. 

“I do.”

Tommy smiles fully, and my stomach flutters with that lovely swirling sensation. 

“Then climb on.”

He places a helmet on my head, buckling the strap under my chin.

“And you might want to do it fast—your granny’s coming.”

I glance over my shoulder to see the whole family gathered outside the front of the door, a spectrum of curious and gob-smacked expressions plastered on their typically reserved faces. And my grandmother is indeed headed this way, her jeweled necklace jingling as she quickly descends the long slope of stone steps. 


Her voice is high-pitched and harried—a tone I’ve never heard her use before, and one I’m not keen on exploring now.

“Have to be going!” I lift my hand and give them a thumbs-up. “Talk soon!”

Like a teenager running off with the town bad boy, I hike up my skirt and climb onto the motorbike behind Tommy. He clasps my hands together securely over his stomach. 

“Hold on tight, lass.”

I do just that—squeezing my arms around his solid frame and resting my cheek against the warm leather on his back as he revs the engine to life and we pull away with a roar that vibrates in my bones.

And as strange as it is—or maybe it’s not strange at all—I’ve never felt safer.

About Emma

New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase writes contemporary romance novels known for their clever banter, emotional, and sexy, swoonworthy moments. Her books have been translated into over twenty languages around the world. 

Emma lives in New Jersey with her amazing husband, two spirited children, and two adorable, but badly behaved, dogs. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine. 

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