Genevieve is a lawyer, not a babysitter, and certainly not a dog trainer. She is just about to become a full barrister, a British litigating attorney, when her law mentor dies unexpectedly. She is shuffled off to another barrister, one who’s nothing at all like her kind and decent former mentor, and then she is assigned the office’s worst case: Arthur Finch-Hatten, six-feet and four-inches of ripped, loaded, hot English nobleman who is wasting his life and his inherited estate so audaciously that his younger brother is suing him for control of their family’s earldom. There is a darn good chance that Arthur will lose everything, even his crazed, badly behaved puppy.
Unless he shapes up.
Her new boss hasn’t been able to convince Arthur to mend his ways. His uncle’s lectures haven’t had any effect on his depraved debauchery and lavish lifestyle.
The only way for Genevieve to make partner is to win Arthur’s case, and the only way to win his case and save his earldom is to keep him from spending his days hungover in bed and his nights pouring Cristal on naked, drunk women before flying off in his private jumbo jet to the next party.
Arthur was enough to make any woman need a stiff drink.
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He backs me into the wall. “I'm giving you one chance, Lou-Lou. One chance to tell me what the hell is going on and why you're really here.” My heart thumps against my chest. “Fuck you.” His eyes darken. “Is that your final answer?” “No.” I give him a sugary sweet smile. “My final answer is—fuck you, asshole.” I try and get out from under him but he leans into me causing every cell in my body to ignite. “Leave me alone.” “Not a chance. Tell me why you're going on a date with Tyrone tonight.” I'm so thrown off by the change of subject I'm not sure how to respond. I decide to be blunt. “I don't owe you any explanations.” His jaw tics and he positions his hand beside my head. “You might not owe me any explanations but if you think I'm not telling my father about this you've got another thing coming, sweetie.” I laugh because he thinks he's got one up on me but he couldn't be more wrong. “Go right ahead.” I stare at the bruise forming on his cheek. “Knock yourself out.” The hand beside my head rattles so hard against the wall I jump. “I fucking knew it,” he says gruffly. I crinkle my nose. “You don't know anything.” “I know he's enlisting you to seduce Tyrone and Jackson as a way of getting close to them.” “You don't know what you're talking about,” I say. “Cut the shit. You already showed your cards the second I threatened to call him regarding your infidelity and you didn't piss yourself. That's how I knew you were in on it. Just like I know he's using you to spy on me. The only thing I can't figure out is why.” Shit. Now I really do want to piss myself because if DeLuca finds out that Ricardo knows all this because of me...I'm screwed. I have no choice but to resort to plan b. I stick out my chest and press myself flush against him. My breathing hitches when his eyes lock with mine, daring me to make my next move. I slowly trace my finger along his jaw before running it over his lips. He plants a soft kiss on my finger and I'm transfixed when he parts his mouth and licks the pad of my thumb, inviting me to continue. The electricity between us kicks up another notch and I slip my thumb past his lips. That's when he bites me. It's not hard enough to draw blood but it definitely doesn't tickle. I pull my hand back and flap it around to take the sting out. “That hurt.” His lips hover over my ear. “Consider that your warning. Stay away from my friends. Just go back home to the Hamptons where you can be a little mob princess and live off your sugar daddy.” The sound of my hand slapping his cheek takes both of us by surprise. “I'm not leaving,” I say. He rubs his cheek and his jaw works. “You don't have to because once I tell Tyrone that you belong to DeLuca he won't touch you with a 10-foot pole.” He smirks. “And once I tell DeLuca that you fucked up and let me in on the real reason you're here—I'm sure you'll be long gone.” I smile when the thought hits me. “I think you're forgetting something.” “What's that?” I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my teeth along the shell of his ear before whispering, “You won't have any friends once I tell them you're DeLuca's son and you've done nothing but lie straight to their faces for the past three years.” The look he gives me could kill me right where I stand. I lift my chin and push him off me. “Talk to you later, Ricky.” The look on his face is priceless when I blow him a kiss and slam the door.
I don't know where he is...but I know he's close. I open my eyes and blink rapidly due to the rain coming down much harder now. Tingles erupt on my skin and the air thickens when I look ahead and see the outline of him walking. Only he's not walking toward me, he's walking away from me. He must have just left. When he takes another step, I realize he's not actually walking at all...he's stumbling. He holds his arm out, bracing himself against the alley wall briefly and I continue to watch him. He waits a beat and attempts to walk again, but stumbles...even worse this time. I've never seen Ricardo so out of sorts before. Panic jams in my chest with my next thought. Oh, god. What if he's hurt? What if someone attacked him? And just like that, I'm running as fast as I can to get to him. Since he's less than a block away, I catch up quickly. His back is turned to me but I reach for his arm as he begins to sway. His arm twitches and I can feel the chords of his muscles begin to tighten. Shit, he's going to take a swing. He hates being touched. "It's just me," I say quickly. "Only me." "I know it's you." His voice comes out slurred and gruff. "Are you okay?" He yanks his arm away. "I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your help." I force myself to ignore the sharp sting of his words before slowly backing away from him. He falls against the alley wall and hangs his head. "Christ, I hate it when Tyrone's right. I'm never drinking again." "Famous last words," I say before I can stop myself. Memories of the day we first met and when he said those very same words to me begin to play through my head like a slideshow... That is until his head snaps up and he shoots me a look so threatening the entire world stops. "Fuck you," he spews.
I take another step forward and peer down at her. “You think I would hurt you?” She glares at me, pure venom in her eyes. “Yes.” I won't let her know how much it kills me that she would think that. How much I hate that she has every right to think that...because it's the truth. Her mouth parts in surprise when I reach down and skim my thumb along her cheek. Before she can protest, I cup her jaw firmly with one hand and trace the delicate line of her neck with my other, pulling her closer. Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I continue tugging her until she's pressed against me and can't escape my hold. My cock twitches so hard against her tight little body—straining to be inside her again, it's almost painful. She looks up at me with hooded eyes when I shift against her, giving her no choice but to feel me, and I can practically taste both her desire and her surrender right fucking then. I lean down until my lips are ghosting over hers. When her tongue darts out and she licks that lower lip—it takes everything in me not to suck it into my mouth, throw her up against the wall, rip off that trashy outfit she still has on, and take her over and over again in front of everyone...right here, right now. Instead, I tighten my grip on the back of her neck and look into her eyes. “You're right...I would.” I let go of her abruptly and she stumbles back, her expression a combination of shocked and pissed the hell off.
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"Who are you?" she demanded answers, not realizing he was pulling her between two buildings. "I told you, I'm Malcolm Corpseknot the third." Realizing she was being led to a shaded alley, Akela opened her lips to scream and he slapped his hand over her mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you," the promise was breathed softly into her ear. "Listen to me." His lips were against her earlobe and his hand sat firmly clamped over her mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to lower my hand. Do not scream." His eyes met hers, waiting for a grunt, or nod, or some indication of an agreement, but she didn't comply. "I want to lower my hand, Akela," he slowly spoke, staring her in the eyes. "Are you going to scream?" Akela shook her head yes and he chuckled, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.
She rushed to her purse, pouring out a handful of the pills Ed gave her. "Take these." She shoved the now bloody pills into his mouth. "I have to stop the bleeding. Don't move, okay?" Her heart was racing as she ran to the bathroom, grabbing towels and gauze. She could feel her pulse everywhere, making it difficult to use her hands. Taking in the amount of blood, she whimpered, "Malcolm, I don't know what to do." "Pull it out." He tried to reach the object protruding from his side that looked like a knife sharpening stick. "Pull it out," he exhaled again. Shaking, she gripped the end and yanked, expelling a painful grunt from him that made her heart scream and stomach sick. The blood poured like a fountain and she quickly put a towel to the circular wound. "The bleeding won't s-s-stop," her words were stuttered with shock. "I don't know what to do! I have to take you to a hospital." "No," he growled. "I need Ed.” His voice was too faint, it terrified her that those would be his last words.
Hello everyone! I'm Micki and I'm a book-aholic! I will stay up until all hours of the night, get up early, sit in a parking lot or sneak into the bathroom.. just to read "one more chapter". I love the feeling of being swept away into another world through the words and imaginations of others. I am always chasing my next book "high". In my other life I am the mother of five, work full time as a nurse and am active in my church and community. I also write in my free time..heehee.. free time.. and independently published my first novel The Winds of Darkness in February 2013. I really like to jump genres, it's my ADD, I cant stay in one place to long :) YA,NA, Paranormal, Fantasy and Romance are my favorite. I am a HUGE The Walking Dead fan and love to read apocalyptic type stories as well.
Hi there! My name is Lori and I am a wife, a mother of two young children, and work full-time as a secretary. When I’m not busy (which isn’t very often), I try to get in as much reading as possible – usually after the kids go to bed. I’ve also been known to do a little sneak-reading at work (shhh!). I am often stressed and overwhelmed at the number of books on my TBR. So many books, so little time! I love to escape reality and get lost in a world where everything is perfect, especially the men. I love to read anything with romance – whether it be YA, NA, Paranormal, Contemporary, or Erotica. Other interests of mine include music, going to movies, shooting pool, concerts, and traveling. I look forward to making many new book-lovin’ friends and sharing my love of reading with you.
Hello. I'm Rachel. I love books. All kinds of books, really. But ever since my late teenage years, when I read my first romance novel by Nora Roberts, I've been obsessed with all things romance. I independently published Home, a contemporary romance novel, in March of 2014. My follow up, Broken Home is set to come out this spring. Somewhere in between my countless hours of reading and writing, I also work part time from home and take care of my husband and two children.
Emilia Beaumont is a full-time writer, originally hailing from England, living in the South of Ireland with her husband and a house full of cats. Surrounded by peaceful emerald fields she always has a pen and notebook to hand ready for when the next saucy idea strikes. Emilia is also an avid comic-book reader, and a wildlife advocate.
I’m scarred. Broken. I’ll never be the same.
But I will take this journey.
Ever since my last dive ended in bloodshed, I’ve been terrified to go back into the water. But the opportunity to spend a semester at sea is too good to pass up. I need to get my life back.
I never expected to love it this much. And I never expected Tristan MacDougall.
Rugged, strong, and with demons of his own, Tristan helps me find the courage I thought I had lost and heals me with every stolen moment we share. But the rules of the ship mean we can’t be together.
When a dive excursion goes terribly wrong, our only hope for survival is each other.
My first book, written in elementary school, was bound in pink fabric and was about—what else?—a girl and her horse. I soon began cheating on horses with the sea, becoming an open water scuba diver at age 14. That love of the sea led me to a college semester aboard a schooner. I returned with fond memories of the exhilaration of being on a ship under full sail, less fond memories of hurling over the leeward rail on a daily basis, and a sailing bug I couldn’t quite shake.
In addition to horses and the sea, I have a fascination for all things Scottish (including, but not limited to, men in kilts), which I explored with my first novel, INTO THE SCOTTISH MIST (The Wild Rose Press, 2011), and carried into my new novel, A STAR TO STEER HER BY (Entangled Embrace, 2017). A native New Yorker, I work in the publishing industry and am always looking ahead to my next voyage, whether a short one on a dive boat or whale watch, or, with luck, a longer one on a tall ship. You can find me on the web at www.bethannemiller.com
Sixteen-year-old Ivy Higgins is the only student at Carmel Heights High School who listens to cassettes. And her binder is the only one decorated with album artwork by 80s band Chasing Eveline. Despite being broken-up since 1989, this rock band out of Ireland means everything to Ivy. They’re a reminder of her mom, who abandoned Ivy and her dad two years ago. Now the music of her mom’s favorite band is the only connection she has left.
Even though Ivy wavers between anger and a yearning to reconnect, she’s one-hundred percent certain she’s not ready to lose her mom forever. But the only surefire way to locate her would be at a Chasing Eveline concert. So with help from her lone friend Matt—an equally abandoned soul and indie music enthusiast—Ivy hatches a plan to reunite the band.
The road to Ireland won’t be easy, though. And not just because there is no road. Along the way they’ll have to win over their Lady Gaga-loving peers, tangle with some frisky meerkats, and oh yeah, somehow find and persuade the four members to play a reunion gig. It’s a near-impossible task, but Ivy has to try. If she can’t let go of the past, she’ll never be able to find joy in the present.
Leslie Hauser is a YA writer and middle school teacher. She has a B.A. in English from UCLA and a Master’s degree in Educational Administration. She was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and currently resides in Los Angeles, California, with her dog Mr. Darcy.
When Leslie is not living in fictional worlds inside her head, she runs all sorts of distances, tortures her body at CrossFit, and DVRs entirely too many television shows. She dreams of one day returning to the Midwest to live on a farm. Or perhaps owning a cookie delivery service.
Her debut novel Chasing Eveline releases 2017 from Pen Name Publishing