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“Enemies to lovers is one of my most favorite romance set ups. The two are a match made in sexy, angsty heaven.” — Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author

Enemies, an all-new emotional, enemies to lovers romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan, is available now!

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Gorgeous and charismatic, he became the town’s football god, while I became the town’s invisible girl.

He went to a Division 1 school for football, while my father was fired by his father.

His team won the National Championship, while my mother died the same day.

He was a first round pick for the NFL …

… while I made the worst decision of my life.

Now I’m in Texas trying to pick up the pieces of my life.

But, Stone is here.

Stone is everywhere.

It doesn’t matter that disaster has struck my life again.

It doesn’t matter that he’s the one trying to console me.

It doesn’t matter that he’s the nation’s newest football obsession.

Because for me, he always has been and always will be my enemy.

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“Do not think I won’t pick you up and throw you in my truck, head first and everything. I’m two seconds away.”

I stopped and stared at him.

Shit. He meant business. He was glaring at me with eyes that said, “Do not fucking fuck with me, you fucking twit.”

Well. Then.

I sighed. I’ll try reasoning instead. “You’re going to drive me to your house, and then I’ll pack whatever I need and call a cab to take me all the way back to where I’m paying rent. It’s not worth it. Just let me grab a cab now.”

A savage curse bit out, and then his eyes flashed.

His singular warning had been when he told me he was two seconds away. In a flash, he grabbed me, and I was airborne, right into the back of his truck. But he wasn’t done. He leapt up, grabbing the seatbelt over me, and pulled it around me, clicking it in place. He had the door shut, locked, and he was already going around the front before I could even push myself upright and then start to reach for my seatbelt.

By then, he was inside, the engine on, and he shoved off into traffic.

“This is stupid.”

“You’re right. You’re being stupid.” Cursing, he ducked down as a car sped past us. They knew he was driving because they came up on his driver’s side, their phones up and ready to go. It was a car full of teenage girls. “Dammit.”

“Where do you live?”

He opened his mouth, then caught himself. His eyes narrowed in the rearview mirror. “Why?”

I just smiled. “No reason.”

He continued to study me in between still watching the road, and with a soft growl, he shook his head. “I’m not buying it. What? You’re going to tell those girls who are trying to get a picture of me?”

“What’s the difference? I’ll know when you take me to your house. What’s stopping me from posting it on Twitter, or even posting your phone number?”

A litany of curses spewed from him, and the back of his neck was getting red. I was having a heyday with this. It was more fun than I could remember having in a long time.

Until he announced it, “I liked your mom.”

“What?”

“Your mom.” He moved into the far lane, settling back.

I was thinking we had a bit of drive from here, and he settled an arm back on the passenger seat headrest.

“I always liked her. She made me cookies and muffins. And I remember when she tried to teach us to bake cakes from scratch. You were horrible and your cakes tasted terrible, but we’d lie to you. Both of us.”

“You did not—” But I was remembering, and even I hadn’t wanted to taste my cakes.

A tug at my mouth. “She’d wear that ugly yellow apron. She hated that apron.”

“What? I loved that apron. Always felt like it was sunshine. Made me feel warm, even in the winter.”

I noted softly, “That’s why she wore it. For you.”

His eyes lifted to the rearview mirror, holding mine a second again. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Yeah.” His voice came out raspy. “She was a good woman, and a good mom. She was a good wife. I could always tell.”

I snorted. “Why? Because she wasn’t wasting away like yours?” Then, I winced. That sounded even bitchier to my own ears, more than I thought it would be. “Shit. I’m sorr—”

“Because you guys laughed.” He kept on talking about my family, ignoring what I’d so blatantly pointed out about his own, his face hard. “My parents laughed when they were drunk, and only when they had a party. When there were other people there to laugh with, never the two of them, never the three of us. I was their only kid. I wouldn’t have known better except I half grew up in your home, too, and what I remember the most about growing up was that you guys laughed.”

My throat burned.

“Yeah, we did.” I looked out the window. A hollow feeling starting to dig in my chest. “Until she died. We didn’t laugh much after that.”

“You laughed until then?”

I nodded. I felt the chinks in my armor widening.

I remembered how he did adore my mom. The two acted as if they were conspiring together during our baking lessons, and any time he was in the house. He congregated around her. She congregated closer to him.

“You’re the son she never had.” Then, feeling bad about my shot at his mom, “Your mom cooked for us. I remember that one time she tried to teach us to make lasagna.”

He cracked a grin, barking a laugh. “You sucked at that, too. I never knew lasagna noodles could come out hard like rocks until yours.”

Fuck him, but I was grinning. I couldn’t help myself.

Those were good times, good memories before the shit ones came. And they came soon after that lasagna disaster.

He quieted. “It wasn’t the same. My mom versus yours. We had baking lessons at your house once a month, every first Sunday. My mom tried to teach us how to make Caesar salad, the only second cooking session she gave us, and that one we all got fine. It’s hard to screw up.”

“Says you. You’re perfect at everything.”

He didn’t reply.

I didn’t expect him to. It was true. He knew it. I knew it. The entire nation knew it.

Then from him, “Not at being a friend.”

My stomach kicked.

Hell no. No way. He wasn’t getting back in. No fucking way.

“Oh. God.” I groaned, throwing a hand up to hit my forehead. “Can we not? Can we save the dramatics until I’m able to call a cab to take me back to my place? For real. Enough bonding or whatever it is we were just doing.”

He growled, “You are such a goddamn bitch.”

I retorted, “And you are such a goddamn prick. Drop me the fuck off!”

“With fucking pleasure!”

He gunned the engine, shooting forward in traffic, and weaving until we were nearing my exit. When he took it, I relaxed. The rest of the way was tense and silent, and I knew both of us couldn’t wait to be rid of the other. Then he pulled over to the curb. He didn’t make a move, his only action just unlocking the door.

His head was turned halfway to me, his jaw clenching over and over again.

Fine.

I shoved forward, my head only swimming a little bit as I climbed out of his truck. Once I shut the door and turned around, he’d already hit the engine, tearing away from the curb.

I only had the clothes on my back, on the side of the street, but I’d never been so fucking grateful to be away from him.

Now, turning to the house I wasn’t sure I was still invited to live in, I saw that all the lights were off. Lovely.

About Tijan

Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.

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Enemies is just Raw, intense, and emotional! Tijan has a way of bringing to surface these complex characters that you go on this journey with throughout the book, you get to experience all the obstacles they face while trying to find themselves among a whole lot of chaos going on in their lives.

Dusty and Stone’s relationship is complex to say the least, these two are battling demons that you wouldn’t wish upon your own enemies. Their love story was one that started when they were so young and to see all the ups and downs they had to go through was just an amazing emotional roller coaster. There is no one…no one who can write intense love like Tijan, she’ll have your heart beating double time throughout her stories.

Stone is every girls fantasy, tough with his love, protective, sarcastic, and talented on and off the field. Dusty is a girl that hasn’t had the greatest life but her transition from the beginning of the story to the end was beautiful.

There were parts in this book that made me teary eye and I loved that Tijan didn’t just give us one epilogue but TWO!!! I know that this is a standalone but i really wouldn’t mind reading future books with other characters from Enemies. I would even suggest Tijan doing a special novel filled with multiple novellas from all of her sports romance characters…I’m just greedy like that.

Reviewed by: Glori I.

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The game isn’t over until somebody dies.

Dangerous Games, the epic conclusion to the “thrilling” and “mind-blowing” Dangerous Beauty Series from J.T. Geissinger, is available now!

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Eva knows what it’s like to be imprisoned by a man’s twisted obsessions. But after running, hiding, and finding refuge in a rescuer’s arms, she’s suddenly pulled back into the black hole of her past. Kidnapped by her sadistic ex, Dimitri, and with the love of her life left for dead, Eva is facing down the worst of her demons alone.

If Dimitri wants to play sick games, Eva’s ready. She already knows how dark they can get. But despite her fears, she hasn’t been abandoned. Naz is in hot pursuit. And the last thing Dimitri expects is for a dead man to come calling. For Eva and Naz, worlds apart yet bound by fierce and unbreakable passion, it’s time to beat the devil.

To do it they’ll have to be just as ruthless, seductive, and cunning. With every pulse of the heart, they must risk it all to play Dimitri’s final game to its harrowing end—and win.

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Eva

“Make a sound and she dies.”

His gun pressed to the woman’s temple, Dimitri speaks in Russian, his voice as soft as silk. His smile says he assumes I’ll obey his instruction, because experience has taught him that I will.

This is an old game between us, one I know well. A game called Do What I Say, or Someone Innocent Suffers.

In this case, the someone innocent is a terrified stranger holding a bottle of wine who Dimitri used as a lure. She really could be the woman who owns the Airbnb rental Naz and I checked into, which she identified herself as when I asked through the closed door of the apartment moments ago, but I’ll probably never know.

Because her brains are about to paint the porch red.

Sorry, lady. I stopped taking orders from this asshole a while ago.

My scream is a wild beast of a thing, tearing out of my throat with fangs and claws. It’s long, loud, and composed of a single word.

“Naz!”

The woman jumps, drops the bottle of wine, and bursts into hysterical tears.

Dimitri is so stunned by my disobedience that he simply stares at me in blank disbelief.

I take advantage of his surprise and kick him as hard as I can in his balls.

He doubles over with a roar but doesn’t drop the gun. The woman shrieks like an air-raid siren. Naz calls out from somewhere behind me, a panicked shout, but my attention is caught by the sound of heavy boots pounding up the wooden stairs to the second-story apartment. I only have time to scream Naz’s name again before a group of armed men dressed all in black swarm the landing at the top of the stairs and crowd there shoulder to shoulder.

Dimitri’s soldiers point a forest of handguns at my face.

The woman’s eyes roll back into her head, which makes a dull thud as it hits the landing’s iron rail on her way down to the floor. She flops sideways, unconscious, legs splayed. Her plaid housedress rides up, exposing flabby thighs the color and texture of curdled milk.

“Take her!” snarls Dimitri through gritted teeth. His eyes blaze cyborg blue, but he’s still doubled over, cradling his groin.

I spin around to run but am caught by my T-shirt and yanked backward. My back bumps into a solid surface. A forearm as hard as an iron bar snaps into place around my throat. I scream again, struggling and clawing at the arm that holds me, but my scream is cut short as the arm tightens like a vise.

As stars pop in my vision, Naz emerges from the bedroom with his gun in his hand.

He strides toward us, arm outstretched, fully nude and heartbreakingly gorgeous.

“Stop where you are!” shouts Dimitri in English.

Apparently he’s recovered from my attack on his balls, because he jerks upright and shoves the barrel of his gun under my jaw. My teeth clack together with the force of it.

Naz freezes in place. His eyes are black and wild. His hair is wet. He’s dripping with moisture from the shower, his body gleaming, his chest heaving up and down with each breath.

Each labored, fury-filled breath. I can almost taste his rage. It’s a sharp metallic tang in the air, dangerous enough to cause spontaneous combustion. There’s a moment of electric silence where the only sound is the harsh breathing of the man who’s holding me. His mouth is so close to my ear that his hot breath is a wash of steam down my neck. Then Naz takes a careful step forward, and Dimitri speaks.

“Yes, come closer. If you want her dead.”

Naz freezes again. He’s focused on Dimitri with extraordinary intensity, his eyes unblinking and his jaw like stone. He appears to have no self-consciousness about his nudity and no fear that he’s staring down a dozen muzzles of loaded guns. Every muscle in his powerful body is tensed, ready to strike.

He’s magnificent. David challenging Goliath, the light of vengeance in his eyes.

Please, God, don’t let him be about to die!

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J.T. Geissinger is a bestselling author of emotionally charged romance and women’s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold more than one million copies and been translated into several languages.

She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. She has also been a finalist in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.

Her first novel was published in 2012. Since then she’s written eighteen more novels. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking wine, surfing the internet, and daydreaming about all the things she’s going to be when she grows up. She lives near the beach in Los Angeles with her husband and deaf/demented rescue kitty, Ginger.

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Hitting the ground running has never been a more appropriate phrase. Hitting the ground sprinting may be better for this third and final installment to Naz and Eva’s story. The book starts out right where Dangerous Desires leaves off. The action in the story is high octane and darker than the previous installments. Eva is in a bad situation with the evilest of evil villains….Dimitri. I would be hard-pressed to name a villain more vile and cruel. I read this in a single day as I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough to see what happened next. Eva and Naz have had such a difficult journey to their HEA. I was rooting hard that these characters would find some peace. Dangerous Games is at it’s heart Eva’s book. Her strength of character and endurance are fully tested and she emerges shining brightly. Naz is her man and the baddest of badasses but….she is just as formidable. I loved the bits of humorous dialogue between Naz and Killian. They served to lighten the darkness of some of the events taking place. I will not spoil anything, but will say that the conclusion of the Eva vs. Dimitri story arc is very satisfying. The epilogue for Naz and Eva was sweet and swoony and based on everything this couple had to go through….this was so meaningful and appreciated. An awesome conclusion to a series I enjoyed very much. Five Superior Man stars!

Reviewed by: Jamie B.

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How long would you wait for true love?

Someday, Someday, an all-new standalone romance by International bestselling author Emma Scott, is LIVE!

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Max Kaufman was kicked out of his home as a teen and his life has been an uphill battle ever since. From addiction and living on the streets, to recovery and putting himself through nursing school, he’s spent the last ten years rebuilding his shattered sense of self. Now he’s taken a job as a private caretaker to Edward Marsh III, the president and CEO of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world. Max soon learns Marsh’s multi-billion-dollar empire is a gold and diamond-encrusted web of secrets and lies.

The longer Max works and lives with the Marsh family, the tighter the secrets tangle around him. And his heart—that he’s worked so hard to protect—falls straight into the hands of the distant, cold, and beautiful son of a dynasty…

Silas Marsh is set to inherit the family fortune, but his father is determined his heir be the “perfect” son. Before Silas can take over the company and end its shady business practices, he must prove himself worthy…and deny his true nature.


Silas must choose: stand up to his father by being true to himself and his undeniable feelings for Max. Or pretend to be someone he is not in order to inherit everything. Even if it means sacrificing a chance at happiness and real love.

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Emma Scott is an internationally bestselling author whose books have been featured in Buzzfeed, Huffington Post, New York Daily News and USA Today’s Happy Ever After. She writes emotional, character-driven romances in which art and love intertwine to heal, and in which love always wins. If you enjoy emotionally-charged stories that rip your heart out and put it back together again, with diverse characters and heroes with a heart of gold, you will enjoy her novels.


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Emma Scott is a magnificent writer and she totally nailed it with Someday, Someday! It took me a while to read this book because at times it was difficult and I had to take a break. But at the same time I was so into it I didn’t want to put it down and wanted to know the whole story of Max and Silas right then! This book is not just another MM romance. It’s so much more. It’s about two people who have overcome a lot of hardship and roadblocks and have come out on the other side trying to navigate through their lives and mend their relationships. These two people meet and it’s fireworks! They are amazing together but they also have a lot of issues to overcome just because they are together…and they are two men. Overall this book is written so well! I instantly fell in love with Max and Silas as people independently then as a couple. I cried for them when learning about what they’ve gone through. I got goosebumps all over multiple times while reading. I was totally invested in this story and these characters. Do not miss this book! Even if you aren’t a fan of MM romance, you will not regret picking this book up and getting lost in the world of Max and Silas!

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BLINDSIDED is a sexy sports romance standalone that’s NOW LIVE!

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What happens when an almost thirty-year-old virgin agrees to let her Scottish footballer best friend give her some lessons in seduction?

Lots of banter, awkwardness, jealousy, and heat.

Midfielder Maclay “Mac” Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorably-freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime.

Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London’s finest. She’s plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered.

However, after one innocent game of Never Have I Ever, Mac offers to play Love Coach for Freya.

What neither of them see coming are the feelings that develop when the clothes come off.

Now they’re both about to learn the biggest lesson of all: Don’t fall in love with your best friend.

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Freya and Mac were secondary characters who needed their own book. And she delivered with this quirky couple who are friends with benefits.

Freya is a kitty loving seamstress who just happens to be best mates with a hot Scottish footballer. Mac adores his best mate who he can just be himself with and wants her to be happy. Discovering she is a virgin who can’t talk to men, makes Mac want to be her love guru. Freya and Mac are a old married couple who has to be bickering in order to be happy.

Daws gives you all the feels: joy, sadness, laugh out loud moments, etc. Daws gives you characters that have the flaws and insecurities that make them realistic and believable. Plus, the reader got to catch up with the Harris family who we have all have grown to love over the years.

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This is a story of unspoken words and how loud they can be.

Unspoken Words, “a wonderful story of first love, first heartbreak” from K.M. Golland is available now!

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Connor Bourke and I met when we were twelve years old. He was a quiet boy with so much to say and only one way to say it—through song. He’d lost his best friend to cancer, so I showed him there was love and life in loss, and to hold on to his memories, always.

Eloise Mitchell was a blazing fire when my world turned dark. She’d shined so bright and burned so fierce that the wall I’d built around myself simply melted to the ground at her feet.

We shared everything together:

Our first kiss,

first love,

first mistake,

and first regret.

She taught me to speak,

to forgive,

and to never forget.

Through his music, he could say all he needed to say except for, ‘I love you’.

I could never tell her those three words.

Yet, I knew he meant them, that he loved me beyond all measure, beyond time

… beyond a broken heart.

I loved her more than anything.

Our bond was unbreakable.

Our love was ever after.

But, then, we tend to destroy the ones we love most.

And all bonds break, especially when the heart is what holds them together.

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“Eloise.” Connor’s hand shot out and clasped mine. “Don’t leave.”

“Please let go. I can’t stay here right now. I need air.”

He didn’t quite chuckle but waved his hand at the space around us instead. “There’s plenty of air.”

“Yeah, but you’re stealing it,” I choked out, unable to hold back my tears. “You’re always stealing my air.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You!” I shrugged out of his clasp so that I could point my trembling finger at him. “You breathe air into me and then you steal it, and I’m left gasping. Why do you do that? Why can’t you just let me breathe with you?”

Connor’s wide eyes searched mine, darting from side to side like a ball in a pinball machine. He looked so lost and helpless, and stupid, so I elaborated. “Every second we are together, I feel alive. Every kiss, every touch, every unspoken word breathes life into me and I tether myself to it, afraid to let go. But then you refuse to tell me how you truly feel with the words you were given, words I know you can damn well say and choose not to, and it sucks that air right back out of me, and I … I can’t breathe.”

He closed his eyes, his shoulders sagging.

“Why’s it so hard for you to say?”

Connor didn’t respond. He just kept his eyes pressed shut, as if I weren’t even there, and it ripped me in two.

“JUST SAY IT,” I shouted. “Just tell me you love me. I know you do.”

“If you know I do then why do you need to hear it?”

“Because some words mean so much. Some words need to be heard and spoken.”

“Not those.”

“Of course those. They’re the most important three words anyone can say.”

“No, baby, you’re wrong.” Connor opened his eyes, grasped my arms, and pulled me to sit on his lap, securing me tightly, his finger tracing a heart over my own. “My love for you goes beyond what words can say and do, so yeah, I choose not to say them. Those three words are empty where we’re concerned.”

I sobbed. “But I need to hear them.”

“You don’t,” he whispered, pressing his palm over my heart and placing my palm over his, the pressure firm, both of our hands unmoving. “Do you feel that?”

A reverberating beat travelled through my body into his and from his into mine, our pressed hands a bridge, one beginning where one ended. We begin where we end.

What I’d written in my notebook before we made love hit me like a truck, and I jolted and gasped.

“What, Eloise? What’s wrong?”

“I get it.”

“Get what?”

“I get that you don’t want to say what you feel or that some words to you are empty. I get that, deep down, we don’t need words to prove our love, that what’s in here,” I said, massaging my fingers into his chest, “and here,” I added, twitching my other hand over my breast, “speak for us.”

A small smile crept across his face.

“But,” I continued, “words mean a lot to me. You know that. They’re not empty where I’m concerned. They could never be empty.”

He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “If you want words so desperately, I’ll give you words. But they’ll be my words. No one else’s.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was your words, Connor Burke.”

“Okay,” he said, cupping my face. “You’re. My. Ever. After.”

A tear spilled down my cheek. They weren’t the words I’d expected him to say and, yet, to him, they meant more. They meant always and forever.

They were perfect.

Sinking into his arms, I let Connor cradle me for what felt like an eternity, and I realised in that moment that an eternity with him would never be long enough, that always and forever was too short.

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I’m not sure I can find the words to express how much I loved this book as I’m not as talented in expressing myself in the written word as KM Golland is. This is the first book I read by Ms. Golland and wow!! I don’t believe I have ever highlighted so many passages in a book before to go back and read again and reflect on. Her words were like poetry, constructing an amazing story about Connor and Ellie that I will go back and read again. Although the story broke my heart many times, it also healed it again. This isn’t your typical love story. Connor and Ellie’s relationship was at times so easy yet they struggled so much. They were young and trying to figure out life, love, and how they fit into each other’s lives. But when they were at their best they were #relationshipgoals! Don’t miss this one!! It may be my favorite of 2019!

Reviewed by: Alexis B.

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Born and raised in Melbourne, Australia, K.M. Golland is a best-selling author with HarperCollins, and a ranty, married, mother of two who is quite happy to support a very healthy high heel obsession. A lover of rabbits, doughnuts, bridges, and cars, she traded her legal work for her love of writing and found her dream career.

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Braxton Michaels never thought of Paisley Reed as the other half of his heart. He loved her like family—the kind of love that meant someone would always be in your life, but not the kind that had him wanting to run down the aisle. At least, that was what he told himself.

When tragedy struck, leaving him and his daughter all alone, Paisley stepped in to help. It didn’t take him long to start seeing Paisley for the precious gem she was, but did he realize this a little too late?

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Paisley Reed had always loved Braxton, but she knew there was no way he’d ever see her as more than his best friend. Her love went unrequited for far too many years. Finally, she’d given up, sealed a piece of her heart under lock and key, and learned to live with the knowledge that Braxton would never be hers.

Then fate opened the door for her in an unimaginable way. Does she take a leap, unlock her heart, and hope for the best? Or should she continue being his best friend, knowing he’ll never love her as much as she loves him?

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K.L. Myers was born in West Berlin, Germany, the daughter of a military father. She then spent her childhood moving from continent to continent, finally landing permanently in Colorado when her father retired.Eventually, she moved to “hell,” aka Arizona, where she resides with her husband & their fur babies. She has two daughters & four grandchildren, and she believes in living every day to the fullest.

K.L. has a passion for reading and writing hot romance when she is not juggling family & a full-time job. Her novels show a pension for a bad boy with a heart of gold and strong, independent women who don’t need rescuing, and just a taste of naughty redemption! Her characters will pull you in & leave you satiated, yet panting for more, More, MORE!

Her motto will always be – “If my books can give readers a brief reprieve from their everyday life for even just a moment, I have achieved my dreams and lived a full life.”

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This was an interesting book. The story goes into the past and gives the background of Paisley and Braxton and then brings you to present day. Paisley and Braxton has been friends since childhood. Paisley has had a major crush on Braxton. One drunken night she decided to push the limits and it did not go as planned so she kept a silent crush on him. Braxton outside of the drunken night never paid attention or notice Paisley’s crush on him. Braxton experienced a lot of heart break throughout this story. Although Paisley’s love for Braxton was one sided she stayed by his side and helped him through his tragedy. This friends to lovers romance is filled with a lot of angst but it also shows a beautiful friendship that turns into a beautiful romance. My biggest grief with the book is the third person POV, I found it to be a bit confusing.

Reviewed by: Alexis R.

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Question: What do you do when you fall for your best friend’s little sister?

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Theo Cruz, a New York man known for his family’s billion-dollar empire, Cruz Enterprises, has been indicted this afternoon in the Court of Public Opinion on charges of Bro-Code Conspiracy.

Chief counsel for the prosecution, Caplin Hawkins, spoke candidly about the accusation.

“Once thought of as a best friend to many—including myself—Theo Cruz has officially turned his back on human decency. He’s conniving and dishonest, and a habitual offender of Bro-Code Law 676. He’ll rue the day he forgot that you never—under any circumstances—get involved with your best friend’s little sister.”

Fact: I haven’t actually been arrested or indicted.

More important fact: I inadvertently messed up—big-time.

Two strangers in a foreign country, we said hello.

Hello turned into a kiss.

A kiss turned into a rendezvous.

And a rendezvous turned into more than I’d ever imagined.

But her unruly golden curls and beautiful body hid an important detail—She’s my mouthiest billionaire best friend’s forbidden little sister.

Fact: I knew not of my crimes.

More important fact: I know now, but even though I know I’m playing with fire, there’s no way I’m stopping. I can’t leave her alone.

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Excerpt

Lena

Two hours and another two shots for Pippa later and she’s in full-on dance mode. Shaking her hips and tits like she owns the joint. It only took one intense shimmy during “Gonna Make You Sweat” to understand what she meant—her boobs, left braless, would absolutely be a lethal weapon. I’m pretty sure the sweat between them even vaporized into a misty Mel Gibson mirage, they shook so hard.

And not once has she wanted to stop for a break.

She’s in the running to be the next Energizer bunny, but my bladder is full, and I’m dehydrated. For the love of God, I need something to drink other than Mel-flavored sweat mist and gasoline.

Thankfully, when Pip spots Sophie and Frederick on the other side of the dance floor, she does some weird version of the robot, spins in their direction, and makes like the wind through the crowd while letting her arms trail behind her.

It’s so fucking strange, it’s hilarious, and I can’t help but laugh.

Sophie feels the same, covering her mouth comically as she spots Pippa. I wave my hand, hoping to get her attention, and by some miracle, she spots me through the strobing lights and writhing bodies.

I jerk my chin and swipe a hand across my chest before tapping the skin next to my eye and doing the walking symbol with my fingers. Sophie nods, interpreting my baseball-esque code, regardless of its lackluster delivery. If I were on the other end of things, I’d be waffling between second and third base right now, trying to figure out what to do.

“I’ve got her!” she whisper-yells toward me, and the weight of drunken-friend-motherhood lifts off me in a flash. I’m sure my friends with kids would tell me this is how they always feel when they actually make it to the bathroom.

I didn’t think it was a possibility for a female living on planet Earth, but when I make it to the toilets—as the Italians call them—the line is short and speedy. I’m standing at the bar again, waiting on a bartender to take my order in under five minutes.

Of course, the bar takes so long, I have to sit down on one of the stools to bide my time. And just like that, the timetable of the universe has been righted.

While I wait, I glance back toward the dance floor to check on Pip, the dancing queen—who is now showing off her twerking skills to a cute twentysomething guy. If I had to guess based on his appearance, I’d peg him as one of the locals. But for all I really know, he hails from the Jersey Shore.

Thankfully, Sophie and Frederick are sticking close to Pip’s side, and her dance partner of unknown origin isn’t getting too handsy.

All is well. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn back toward the bar to resume my quest for a drink and, like magic, lock eyes directly with a bartender.

Thank God!

He jerks his chin up to head my way, and I climb to stand on the rung of my barstool with glee.

But when he’s five steps away, his attention swings back to a point down the bar, and immediately, he diverts.

What the hell?

I glance down at my perky, tight-nippled breasts and frown. How in the hell did he see these fuckers and not come in for the landing?

Annoyed, I follow him with my gaze to what I’m sure must be a woman with three tits and an exposed pussy.

I pause. Stop. Go completely still.

Wow. That is definitely not a woman with freakish anatomy. In fact, that’s no woman at all.

Midnight-blue eyes, a little scruff on his strong jaw, and the kind of lips that I instinctually know will be good at kissing, the man who stole my bartender warrants more than a double take.

Hot damn.

He’s clad in a smart suit but no tie, and his collared shirt is loose at the neck but perfectly fitted around the tight, firm muscles of his chest. The suit is obviously tailored and screams of money, but I have a feeling not even gold-plating would be able to disguise the spectacular body he’s got underneath.

His face is serious—but God, even serious, he is handsome as fuck.

The urge to find out what he looks like when he smiles is both overwhelming and terrifying. I mean, how would I even quantify anything beyond perfection?

A shiver runs up my spine. I really want to see what this guy is all about.

I imagine if I could remember Pippa existed at this point, I’d try to thank her for insisting I celebrate our accomplishments by lifting the man ban for the night.

As it is, I’m not sure anyone but me and the hottie with the sparkling eyes are left on the planet.

When he finishes talking to what I can only assume is the bartender who abandoned me, he turns back toward the dance floor and rests his hip against the bar.

His still-serious eyes scan the joint, moving from the dance floor to the VIP section to the intimate booths scattered along the walls and then back to the line of the bar, all the way back to me.

My breath catches in my throat when he meets my curious gaze and pauses.

Yes, please.

Drink forgotten, I mouth the word “Hi” toward him, and the slight hint of a smile threatens to quirk up just one corner of his lips.

God, I want to see him smile.

He mouths “Hi” back before pulling the center of his bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it back out. One perfect dimple pokes out from his cheek.

Hell’s bells, that’s one dangerously sexy look…

Unconsciously, I lick my bottom lip, and without hesitation, he shoves away from his spot at the bar and closes the distance between us.

“Hi,” I repeat when he stops within hearing distance—and in this club, with this crowd and noise, that’s pretty fucking close.

With full lips, white teeth, and two dimples, he smiles the sexiest smile I’ve seen in my life at the single-syllable word. And as a bonus, I can see now that his sparkling eyes are midnight blue, like the deepest part of the ocean.

“Hi,” he responds, rounding out our freak cycle of hellos, and it’s instantly evident he’s an American like me.

“You should do that more.”

He raises a questioning brow, leaning just one hand into the lighted marble bar top behind me. It makes his size feel impressive, makes me feel enveloped. My whole body spasms, and I take a deep breath to control it. “Do what more?”

“Smile,” I clarify.

A soft but deep and raspy chuckle leaves his perfect, kissable mouth. “Who says I don’t?”

I reach up toward the skin between his brows and his gaze follows my hand skeptically, but he doesn’t back away. “This little, almost nonexistent line right here,” I say softly, running a finger across it.

His eyes search mine in the kind of hot and sexy way that makes me wonder if my panties are still there, but I do my best to keep my voice even as I explain further. “I bet you furrow your brow all the time.”

He leans closer to me, and my fingers slide into the lush, dark locks of his hair on accident. “Is that right?”

“Uh-huh,” I answer simply, unable to form words until my hand finds its way back to the safe space of my lap. It’s purely circumstantial that my fingers graze his cheek and then his neck along the way. I clear my throat and look up to meet his eyes again. “I mean, here you are, in a club, at a bar with beautiful women all around you, and until you came over here, I couldn’t tell if you were having a good time at all.”

He laughs a little and then asks, “You know what’s funny?”

Completely oblivious to the answer but equally eager to find out, I shake my head.

“Neither could I.”

“And now?” I challenge with one inquisitive eyebrow.

“Now, I definitely am.”

I smile then, allowing a cascade of goose bumps to cover my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips.

Goddamn. He’s trouble, and I like it. In fact, I like it way too much.

“Well, in that case…” I pause and bite down on my bottom lip. “Since you stole my bartender, I think it’s only fair that you buy me a drink.”

He searches my eyes, a small smile once again lighting his own. “Stole your bartender?”

“Yep. Plucked him right from my braless grasp.”

He laughs again, shaking his head and fighting like hell not to look down. I’m immediately impressed by his level of self-control. Nine out of ten of the men I’ve been with in the past would have focused in on my buzzword and failed to look away from it for the rest of the night.

But not this guy. He’s interested—I can tell by the way his pupils have dilated—but for now, he’s content to focus on my eyes.

Irony at its finest, as that simple behavior actually increases his chances of seeing my nipples later.

“Okay, then. I guess I owe you one. What’s your poison?” That handsome grin of his grows wider, and I swear to God, I can feel it all the way to my damn toes.

Tell him gin and tonic because it will taste good when you get him to kiss you later, my horny, sex-deprived subconscious instructs.

The other side of my brain—the rational side—suggests something low in alcohol content—something that promotes good decisions.

I think it over for a brief moment, scanning the features of his too-handsome face and landing on his luscious smirking lips once again.

The answer pours out of me like a benediction. “Gin and tonic, please.”

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oohhheeeemmmmgeeeeee!!!! This book was awesome! Now, let me start by saying if you haven’t read any of the billionaires series its okay (we’re okay, I’m okay) but go scoot scoot and read them too! You should definitely read the Billionaires Book Club for an idea of Caplins level of riduclousness and how much he protects his baby sister. That will put this book into perspective. Lena (his sister) has a secret rendezvous with a certain billionaire bachelor in Italy, who just happens to be Caplins best friend (and fellow book club member!?!) The billionaire crew is back together again and I really can’t get enough of them and their crazy antics.

Reviewed by: Paige R.

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About Max Monroe

A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​

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