One night.
One bet.
And now my world is turned upside down.
Apparently, you’re not supposed to fall for the rebound guy.
Guess I didn’t get the memo, because the first man I jump into bed with happens to be the one who sparks a flame inside my heart.
With his rakish charm and Irish accent, he steals my sanity and inhibitions.
It’s not long before I’m dreaming of something more than a quick fling.
The problem?
Griffin Gallagher happens to be the one man my brother despises.

 

“Rae,” Briana’s voice drew my attention. “We are worried about you.” She leaned forward; her face deadly serious. “You know,” she said with her lips pressed together as if she was about to divulge some secret. “Use it or lose it.”

Laughter bubbled from the pit of my stomach and didn’t stop coming until tears slid down my cheeks, and my ribs ached. “Are you serious right now?” I managed while I tried to catch my breath.

“She has a point,” Lacy added, her face solemn. “What if you forget how to do it.”

“Oh my goodness.” I shook my head in disbelief. “How much have the two of you had to drink?” My narrowed gaze flicked from one to the other. “I’m positive that I will not forget how to have sex.”

Briana’s slender shoulder rose and fell in a small shrug. “Only one way to find out.” The competitive side of me stood up and took notice of the hint of challenge in her voice. “I’ll bet you fifty bucks that you can’t pick up a guy and leave with him.”

“Oooooh, I want in on this.” Lacy smacked her palm against the surface of the table.

“You have lost your damn minds.”

Sitting up a bit straighter, Brie smiled sweetly before she said, “Okay, what about this: if you manage to leave with a guy tonight, we’ll stop setting you up.”

The smug look on both their faces had me saying, “You’re on,” before my brain had time to comprehend this was probably a bad idea.

“Let’s make this interesting.” Lacy tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. “Brie and I choose the guy.” When I tilted my head and eyed her suspiciously, she added, “Oh come on, you know we actually want you to get laid. Besides, our douche-meter is a little more accurate than yours.”

Ouch, that stung. She wasn’t wrong, though. Brie and Lacy had hated Rob from the get-go. They’d said he’d been too smooth, but I’d been too smitten to listen.

“That guy!” Briana jumped to her feet and not-so-subtly pointed toward someone.

Being as short as I was, I had no hope of spotting whoever she was pointing at from my perch. Pushing out of my seat, I followed her gaze and index finger and almost choked. “Oh hell, no! Are you freaking crazy?” I shook my head vehemently. Somewhere out there, there was a woman who thought the pot-bellied, bald-headed look was sexy as all hell. That woman wasn’t me though.

Author of romances that leave you with ALL the feels.

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Living in a small town in South Africa, she's afforded the luxury of being surrounded by mountains and waking up to birds singing their morning songs.
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When she is not creating emotional reads that tug on heartstrings, she's busy being a wife to her best friend and a mom to a sassy little girl (whom she wouldn't want any other way).

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Conjugal Visits

Souls Chapel Revenants MC Book 2

Lani Lynn Vale

Release Date: February 23, 2021

 

About the Book

Don’t ever, ever, ever go near that boy. Not unless you want to be a single mother at seventeen. That boy is Bad with a capital B.

The words that my father spoke to me when it came to Trouper Aoki didn’t scare me like they probably should.

In fact, they only made me intrigued all the more.

When it came to Troup, there was just no resisting fate when it came to the two of us.

Even at eighteen, when we went our separate ways with the promise to come back to each other once we were done pursuing our careers, I knew he would always be it for me.

And color me surprised when eight years after making that pact with Trouper, we were once again reunited. Only this time in an undercover FBI investigation—me, the FBI officer, and Troup call sign ‘State’ as a military liaison.

Trouble always finds him. You’d do better to run far, far away.

Truer words had never been spoken.

From the time Troup was a young boy, he’d been in some kind of trouble.

So it only goes to show when he winds up in the FBI investigation with none other than Beckham Spurlock, his high school sweetheart, things are bound to go wrong.

Only, he has no idea how wrong until things go bad. Really, really bad.

All it takes is saving her by hurting another for him to see the wrong side of a jail cell.

To make matters worse, he has to live the next fifteen years in prison knowing that his son will grow up without him. And the woman he loves will likely move on to a man that isn’t so much trouble.

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About Lani Lynn Vale

Lani Lynn Vale is a Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.

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 It's the summer of 1980, and a sweltering heat wave plagues much of the South. To get over a recent breakup and find some much-needed cooling down, Amelia Halloway escapes the city to spend the next three months at her grandparent's secluded lake house. Even though she craves the isolation, it doesn't last long thanks to an irritatingly handsome intruder.

The man’s from across the lake; the cocky, arrogant, and completely irresistible Knox Wellington-- one who isn't used to hearing the word no. She's running; he's chasing, and it's one hell of a relay. Inevitably, as most Wellingtons do, he breaks down her barriers and raises her temperature higher than any heat index. They embark on a carefree, no strings affair that intensifies the flames of their passion with every passing day.

What's meant to be a summer fling turns into so much more, but even the most relentless inferno eventually burns out, leaving nothing but ashes and destruction in its wake.

Life may tear them apart, but even hundreds of miles away and months apart, Knox can't forget the beautiful brunette who set his soul on fire, consuming his every waking thought until he has to seek her out. When he returns, he's in for the surprise of his life.

About to face the ultimate test, Knox must decide... can he stand the heat?    

Amelia blows out a breath so hard that her bangs fly up out of her face. “I do. I so do, but I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move in progressing this thing”—she waves her hands between us—“and you haven’t done anything. I’ve been about as obvious as I can without saying the words. So here I am, saying it. I want your tongue between my legs. Your cock, too.”

Yeah. Rock fucking hard.

“It’s 1980, sweetheart. Women are allowed to make the first move, ya know?” I shouldn’t egg her on, but it’s too damn hard not to.

A cute little grin spreads across her face, and she treats me to an exaggerated eyeroll. “Noted. And I’ll remember that for the next guy.”

Yeah, not a fan of that. Not fucking at all.

“Amelia…” The word is practically a growl, and it’s suddenly my mission to fuck the thought of any other man out of her.

“Don’t Amelia me! Do you know how hard it’s been not to roll over on the couch and mount you every night this week? You’ve been toying with me, I swear. Every time you graze my bare skin, chills course throughout my whole body. My lady parts get all tingly, my heart beats like its Pete Charles closin’ out ‘Black Betty,’ and just the thought of you doing something—anything—gets me so damn excited. Except you’ve done practically nothing. I can’t even touch my damn self because it’s not the same as it being you! So please, do something about it or else I’m going to combust!”

I’m trying not to grin from her tirade, but it’s impossible. She’s agitated and it’s fucking cute. So I tell her.

“Fuck, you’re cute.”

“Oh my god, you make me want to tear my hair out!”

“Still fucking cute.”

“Arg!”

I’m tired of talking. Amelia’s been a good, patient girl, and it’s time she got her reward.

I’m up the steps, two at a time, in record speed. Amelia lets out a shriek when I bend down, scoop her up, and carry her back to her house. She pushes the door open wider from in my arms, and I kick it closed behind us. I don’t put her down until we’re in her bedroom. My hand comes down to brush a lock of hair off her cheek. Then I take it in my palm. Her breath is ragged even though I’m the one who raced through her house like a madman.

“You still wanna mount me, babe?”

Emerald eyes widen. A smooth, pink tongue wets gorgeous, plump lips.

“Yeah, you do. Don’t worry. You’ll have your turn soon enough.” 

 

    

     

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