The Setup by Meghan Quinn ~ Release Blitz w/ 4.25 Star Review & Prologue!

THE SETUP by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: September 10th
Genre: Romantic Comedy

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I’ve fallen victim to a heinous act.

An act so vile, so downright dirty, that I’m not sure as a twenty-year-old man I’ll ever recover. Brace yourself, because what I’m about to tell you might have you gasping in secondhand horror.

Ready? Here it goes . . .

I’ve recently become the pawn of a meddling mom.

Yes . . . A MEDDLING MOM–who’s been trying to set me up all summer.

Now, I understand it’s not a crime for a mother to want her child to fall in love, but when she makes it her relentless MISSION, the heinous act should be classified as a misdemeanor at least.

Of course, my mom, the evil matriarch in the devil’s leggings, made her final stab at finding a girl for me days before I went back to college.

And I hate to admit it, but she saved a doozy for last.

A titan in black skinny jeans.

A boss of nonchalance.

And a girl who would not only turn my life upside down, but do it while juggling a soccer ball, looking effortlessly gorgeous around campus, and is one hundred percent against relationships. Of any sort.

Thanks, Mom.

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REVIEW

Feels 3
Steam 5
Storyline 4.25
Overall Rating 4.25
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Reviewed by Robin

I’ve really liked this baseball series. The guys are all charismatic and I’m pulled into their flirty ways. I ADORE the sassy gals when they put up a fight and become a challenge. Lincoln Castle to me is the perfect guy. He was sweet, kind, great sense of humor…his moms raised him right. Indie Mayhem seems like she has it all and doesn’t need a man in her life. But looks can be deceiving and that sassy girl drove me to the edge at times. Meghan Quinn’s books are full of angst. FULL OF IT. I swear I was going to throw my kindle, stomp up and down on it and locate some wine. But I love her guys. LOVE THEM. I become fully invested in their ups and downs and want to be the shoulder they cry on…their drinking buddy to drown their sorrows. Lincoln and Indie may be one of my favorite couples in this series. Tons of chemistry and goals in common. Their competitions made me smile. Great addition to the Brentwood series.

PROLOGUE

**LINCOLN**

I’ve fallen victim to a heinous act.

An act so vile, so downright dirty, that I’m not sure . . .

as a son,

as a member of society,

as a twenty-year-old man . . . I will ever recover.

Ever.

I see the concern in your eyes, your hand wandering up your chest to clutch the collar of your sensible cotton shirt, scared to find out the truth.

Brace yourself against something sturdy, because what I’m about to tell you might just knock you back on your ass in horror.

*Deep breaths, everyone*

I’ve recently become the pawn of a meddling mom.

Yup, you read that right. A MEDDLING mom.

The bane of a son’s existence.

I know what you’re wondering . . . what did she do? Make me pick up my socks during summer break?

*Eye-rolling*

*Woe is you*

*Grow up*

You grow up!

Ehhh, that was a little harsh. But before you go and put your judgy face on, you need to know the difference between a nagging mom and a meddling mom.

A nagging mom is one who storms into the living room while you’re trying to watch the series finale of Game of Thrones, complaining about the dishes in the sink you swore you’d take care of once you found out who took the throne.

Nag, nag, nag—part of the daily routine of the person who birthed you, or in this case, one of two moms who adopted me.

But a meddling mom, oh boy. They’re a fresh kind of hell wrapped up in high-waisted leggings and muted tunics. This isn’t some everyday mom who texts you GIFs of squirrels playing with a hula hoop. Nope, meddling moms have an agenda.

An agenda that they believe benefits their children. But it really benefits them . . . and only them.

In this case, my mom’s agenda: get Lincoln to fall in love.

I understand it’s not a crime for a mother to want her child to fall in love, but let me tell you. When she makes it her mission when you’re home from college, it should be classified as a misdemeanor.

That’s right, all freaking summer, my mom has made it her duty to set me up with girl after girl, all of whom she’s met in our hometown Kalamazoo, Michigan. I’d like to say I’m exaggerating that she made a list and set me up with every eligible girl—one by one—but I’m not.

I saw the Excel spreadsheet on her computer.

Girls who were highlighted in red were a no-go.

Girls in green still had a fighting chance.

Girls in yellow? Apparently, I had lukewarm interaction with them, but they showed promise.

Why is she so desperate for me to fall head over heels?

Can you believe she’s been spending time on the Internet, researching relationship statuses of major league baseball players? Well, she has. Too much time. And she said she didn’t want me to end up forty, about to retire, with nothing to say for my life other than that I was able to throw a ball off a mound.

She also wants a girl to fawn over.

When my mothers were adopting, Mom hoped for a girl, but Mama hoped for a boy. Don’t get me wrong, my mom loves me more than anything—hence the meddling and nagging—but she always wanted to do girly things with me, like have tea parties, get our toenails done, shit like that.

Side note: I’ve done the pedicure thing with her, and it’s not that bad.

But she wants a daughter, and apparently, a daughter-in-law is the next best thing.

Which brings me back to my summer of “not love.” I wanted nothing to do with these girls and after my mom’s eighth attempt to set me up—yes, eight—I told her enough was enough. I was done.

And thankfully she listened . . . until the last Saturday before I left for school.

The evil matriarch in the devil’s leggings made her final stab at finding a girl for me.

And I hate to admit it, but she saved a doozy for last.

A fucking titan in black skinny jeans.

A boss of nonchalance.

And a girl who will not only turn my life upside down, but do it while juggling a soccer ball, looking effortlessly gorgeous, and is one hundred percent against relationships. Of any sort.

Thanks, Mom.

*Thumbs up*

Your meddling has made me absolutely miserable.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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Their bond is too intense to ignore.

Heart Bones, the unforgettable contemporary romance that will pull on your heartstrings and show you the power of hope by #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover is available now!

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author of Verity and Regretting You.

Beyah comes from a life of poverty and neglect; Samson from a family of wealth.

When the two find themselves spending the summer as neighbors, they soon realize money is one of the few things they don’t have in common.

Their bond is too intense to ignore, but with only ten weeks separating them from the start of their new lives on opposite ends of the country, Beyah and Samson decide to stay in the shallow end of a summer fling.

What they don’t realize is that a rip current is coming and it’s about to drag both their hearts out to sea.

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Review

Feels 5
Steam 3
Storyline 5
Overall Rating 5
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Reviewed by Stephanie

I don’t know why it’s been so long since I have read one of Colleen Hoover’s books. She has always been one of favorite authors. Any book I have read of hers I’ve almost instantly fallen in love with. But still it seems like far too long since I have opened a book with her name on the cover. To me, this book in many ways was like reconnecting with an old friend. Reminding me of all the reasons I loved her writing so much. I couldn’t possibly have loved this book anymore than I did. This book hurt so badly. It turned me inside out and back again. It shattered my heart and then tenderly picked up the pieces. I laughed. I swooned. I uncontrollably sobbed and I smiled. There was so much emotion within the pages of this story. Colleen Hoover is a master storyteller and this book…this book was everything!

“The nicest thing my Mother has ever done for me is Die.”

Beyah has been dealt a shitty hand so far in life. This girl has been through so much in her nineteen years. She is holding onto a dream that will soon become a reality because of her perseverance. She’ll get to leave her broken down trailer in her shithole town and never look back. Just a few more months and she’ll be so much more than anyone in her home town in thought she’d ever be. But then tragedy strikes and left with literally no choice at all, she is leaving behind Kentucky and headed to Texas.

“Damaged people recognize other damaged people.”

Beyah is staying with her Dad, who she barely knows, and his new wife and daughter for the summer in this beautiful beach house in Texas. This is where she meets their neighbor Samson who her new step-sister Sara is hoping to set her up with. Beyah thinks Samson is someone who he really isn’t and he thinks she is someone she really isn’t too. This sounds a little confusing but it’s not…it’s just me. It may seem like they come from completely different worlds but soon we start to see that they may have more in common than they thought. What starts out as a friendship grows into something so much more but they are both holding on so tightly to secrets that can change everything.

“You think you’re as alone in this world as I am?”

I feel like I can’t say anything more about the actual story without giving anything away. This is definitely one of those times you need to jump in with as little information as possible and let yourself be immersed in this beautiful, amazing and powerful story that Colleen Hoover gives us with Heart Bones. I will say I loved Beyah and Samson so very much. I honestly don’t remember the last time I was this fully invested in two characters. Every single thing about them. They both amazed me. I just can not stop thinking about them. I also love the way the author wrote Sara, Beyah’s step-sister. I feel like all too often the step-sister is an evil witch who is jealous of the new girl but not here. Just the opposite and I loved it. So read this book, you just have too. This book was nothing that I expected and because of that I loved it so much more.

“Don’t worry. Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break.”

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Samson’s knee brushes high up on my inner thigh and I’m glad he can’t see anything from my chin down, because my body is covered in chills right now.

“I didn’t think there were many people in the world like me,” he says.

“You think we’re alike?” I want to laugh at that comparison, but there’s not an ounce of humor in his expression.

“I believe we have a lot more in common than you think we do, Beyah.”

“You think you’re as alone in this world as I am?”

He folds his lips together and nods his head, and it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen. I never would have thought someone so well off could have a life as shitty as mine, but I can see it in the way he’s looking at me. Everything about him suddenly seems familiar to me.

He’s right. We are alike, but only in the saddest ways.

My voice comes out in a whisper when I say, “When I first met you on that ferry, I could tell you were damaged.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he tilts his head to the right. “You think I’m damaged?”

“Yes.”

He moves even closer in the water, but there wasn’t much space left between us to begin with. It’s deliberate, and so much of me is touching so much of him now. “You’re right,” he says quietly, slipping a hand around the back of my left knee. “There’s nothing left of me but a fucking pile of debris.” He pulls me to him, wrapping both my legs around him. That’s all he does, though. He doesn’t try to kiss me. He just connects us together as if that’s enough while our arms keep us both afloat.

I’m swiftly succumbing to him. I don’t know in what way. All of them, maybe. Because right now, I need him to do something else. Anything else. Taste me. Touch me. Drag me under.

We watch each other for a moment and it’s almost like looking into a broken mirror. He leans in slowly, but not toward my mouth. He presses his lips against my shoulder, so gentle it feels like a graze.

I close my eyes and inhale.

I’ve never felt anything so sensual. So perfect.

About Colleen Hoover

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Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times and International bestselling author of thirteen novels and multiple novellas. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. She is the founder of The Bookworm Box, a non-profit book subscription service and bookstore in Sulphur Springs, Texas.

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Always Crew by Tijan ~ Blog Tour w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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Everything was going well…

Until it wasn’t. Again.

Always Crew, the beautiful and epic conclusion of the Crew series by New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!

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For the longest time, I was Bren Monroe.
I lived in Roussou, California.
I had no parents, no brother, but I had a crew.

Then things started to change.
I never planned for any of it.
I didn’t think I’d fall in love.
I didn’t think I’d have a relationship with my brother again.
I didn’t think that he’d come back.

Now I’m in Cain.
My crew is in college.
They’re growing, going through their own things.
And here I am, figuring out my life.

There’s always hurdles and obstacles to overcome.
That was never my hardship.
That was my regular.
But living? Being content? Being happy?
Those were my challenges now.

Everything was going well…
Until it wasn’t. Again.

A/N: Always Crew is the conclusion of the Crew Series, and a 106k novel.

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Review

Feels 2
Steam 5
Storyline 4.5
Overall Rating 4.5
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Reviewed by Robin

Always Crew! Boy, did I miss Bren, Cross, Jordan and Zellman. Lots of twists and action. Bren stayed true to her feisty, kickass self. Cross gave her everything she needed and more. Jordan and Zellman threw me for a loop as always. But…I loved the loyalty and family of Crew. No matter who or what was thrown at them….Crew always comes first. And Blaise! How I loved and missed you as well. So many good scenes filled with angst and emotional heart tugs where the guys and Bren’s bond pulls everyone together and grounds them again. Crew is maturing. Trying to adult. This story was the perfect ending. Healing and happiness.

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“Please, Bren,” Jordan whispered.

I sagged, hearing his plea.

If I didn’t stop, he’d start. I had to stop. I had to stop for him.

“We have to go. It’s done.” That was Cross, but he was the leader speaking now. “Get her in the truck.”

Jordan carried me over. Zellman hopped up and Jordan lifted me to him. I could’ve climbed up myself, but there was something about my crew doing this for me. Handling me. They needed to do this, and a part of me needed to let them.

I glanced back as Jordan was climbing up, coming behind us.

Cross was bent over the guy. He was talking to him. A second later, he pulled his phone out, punching some numbers. Then the phone was back in his pocket, and he was coming for the truck. His eyes held mine for a brief moment before he got behind the wheel.

Cross drove us back as Zellman and Jordan huddled on both sides of me.

My hands were still bleeding, but no one moved to cover them.

That felt fitting, for some reason.

Just let me bleed.

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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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Not My Romeo by Ilsa Madden-Mills ~ Blog Tour w/ 4 Star Review & Excerpt!

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Is Jack my real Romeo…or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?

Not My Romeo, the all-new swoon-worthy contemporary sports romance with heart and heat from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is available now!

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We start off with a lie on Valentine’s Day.

My blind date isn’t the studious guy I expected: he’s a drop-dead gorgeous player with sinful amber eyes. Somehow we end up at his penthouse. I blame the gin and tonic.

The next day I learn he’s Jack Hawke—bad-boy professional quarterback with a murky past. The NDA he has me sign should be a warning that he isn’t a regular person. Please. I sign it Juliet Capulet, so goodbye, famous football player with abs of steel, and good luck tracking down this small-town librarian.

But Jack keeps showing up in places I least expect him. Just when I’m sure he’s gone, he waltzes into my community theater and wins the part of Romeo to my Juliet. How’s a plain, mostly innocent girl like me supposed to resist a man like him?

Is Jack my real Romeo…or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?

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Feels 3
Steam 3
Storyline 4
Overall Rating 4
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Reviewed by Stephanie

Elena recently went through a really shitty breakup and wants nothing more than to swear off men forever. She somehow finds herself agreeing to a blind date her best friend sets up for her. Off she goes to a five star restaurant to meet a weather man in a blue shirt and on Valentine’s Day, none the less, what could possible go wrong?

“I can’t help but notice that she looks at me as if I’m no one special, no glint of excitement in her eyes, no fluttering lashes, no awe at the weight the name Jack Hawke carries. Fascinating.”

Jack is just trying to enjoy a dinner alone when Elena sits down across from him and starts rambling nonstop. He has no idea what to make of her or what the hell is going on. When she drops the info about him being her blind date, he should tell her, right? But as they continue talking he becomes enamored with the quirky, sexy librarian and lets her believe he is someone he isn’t. One thing leads to another and hello penthouse, a nondisclosure agreement, a steamy one night stand and stolen sparkly panties.

“I may not recognize this daring part of myself, but he is what I want right now. This moment. This bliss. This one night.”

Eventually Elena finds out Jack isn’t the weatherman and that he is actually Jack Hawke. Sexy football god extraordinaire. She is pissed…kind of. I think she’s a tad more pissed about the stolen underwear. She can’t seem to not be where he is and he can’t seem to get her out of his head. So begins their game of cat and mouse.

I really liked Elena. She was super sweet and quirky with a side of oh so naughty. I also loved how she accepted Jack for himself instead of who he was to everyone else. Jack was amazing and his awkwardness was enduring and sweet. Plus my man was so sexy. I am a huge fan of Ilsa Madden-Mills and have always loved all her books. While I liked this one, I just didn’t love it. It was a sweet and light read. It just didn’t wow me like her other books have and felt like there was something missing although I am not sure what. I didn’t think their chemistry was spot on but I am not sure if that’s even what had me struggling at times to stay interested. I loved the characters. I guess I just wasn’t a huge fan of the story. I do look forward to reading more from this author.

“I’m deeply, irrevocably in love with my Romeo.”

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I pull my white cat-eye glasses out of my purse and slide them on for a better look. My heart flip-flops as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Oh heck no. That can’t be him. He’s . . . he’s . . . freaking gorgeous, and I don’t mean regular handsome but like a movie star: dark hair swept off his face, the strands wavy and unruly with copper highlights, soft and silky brushing against his cheeks, and too long for a newscaster, in my opinion—but what do I know? I don’t own a television.

He lifts his arm to shove his hair back, and my eyes pop at the tightly roped muscles of his forearm and biceps straining through the fabric, the impossibly broad shoulders.

Well, would you look at that.

And this has to be him, right?

I’m in the right restaurant. He’s alone. He’s wearing a blue shirt. He has dark hair. Odds point to yes. Usually the most simple explanation is exactly what it appears. Therefore, he must be my date.

The man in question turns to look out the window, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, and I take in his profile. Long straight nose, full dark arching eyebrows, and a sharp, bladed jawline. Sensuous lips, the lower one decadently full. Almost wicked. He’s the kind of hot that draws your eyes over and over just to make sure it’s not a mirage. I knew guys like him at NYU—sexy, athletic gym types who played a sport. And those types never gave me a second look. I’d watch them work out while I fumbled my way around one of those god-awful butterfly machines, while beautiful, tall, svelte girls who weren’t sweating fawned over them, bringing them towels, water bottles, and sexy promises.

He takes a sip of an amber liquid, long tanned fingers grasping the fragile container as his eyes rove across the room. They prowl around the restaurant, as if he’s assessing every person in sight, and I feel the sizzle of him even from twenty feet away. Prickles of awareness skate down my spine. I’m the alpha, his body language yells. Come and challenge me.

His gaze drifts right over me without stopping.

Not surprised.

I duck back into the shadows.

Dang it. My hands clench. I wanted nice and nerdy, not this . . . sexy beast!

And judging by the scowl on his face, he’s grumpy. Life’s too short to be dour, Mister. And what is he annoyed about? I am here!

And he did see a picture of me. Topher said so.

Yeah, maybe he doesn’t really want to meet you.

Maybe he’s hoping you won’t show up.

I tap my foot. I should leave. Really.

The smells of Milano’s waft around me, spicy and tantalizing, and my stomach lets out an angry howl. I move from one foot to the next. Every place to eat between here and Daisy is going to be packed. I could always hit a drive-through on the way back home—but how pathetic is a Big Mac and fries on Valentine’s Day? Plus, I’ll have my entire nosy family to answer to tomorrow. They’ve built up this blind date so much: Oooooh, Elena has a date with a weatherman. Ask him if that’s a barometer in his pocket or if he’s just glad to see you.

I give myself a mental pep talk.

Grow some balls, Elena.

Sometimes you have to go out and take what you want.

So what if he’s hot enough to suck the dew off a rose.

You are hungry. Do it for the pasta.

He is your date. Go get ’em, girl.

I gather my resolve, point my little black pumps in his direction, and start marching.

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Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.

Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

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The Pool Boy by Nikki Sloane ~ Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Excerpt!

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You’re going to get wet…

The Pool Boy by Nikki Sloane is now live!

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Nothing says happy birthday like catching your husband in a compromising position with his boss.
His male boss.
Why, hello, midlife crisis. I’m starting over, but this time I’m doing it right. Or at least I’m doing what I want.

Taking the day off from work to hang out poolside? Yup. Do I leave the swimsuit in my house? Sure.

Does my very hot, twenty-something pool boy happen to catch me naked? Oh, yeah, he does. And he likes what he sees… a lot.

My best friend keeps telling me to have a fling and get back out there. But I’m not so sure she meant for me to do it with her son.

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Steam 5
Storyline 5
Feels 4
Overall Rating 5
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WOW!!! This book yall…holy smokes it was HOT HOT HOT! Nikki is the master at some hot reads and addicting storylines. I devoured this book. The characters were over the top in the chemistry department. I loved them both! The sassy heroine and the cocky pool boy were amazing together. So fun to read. This one was definitely a page turner! DO NOT MISS OUT!!!

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Troy Osbourne came once a week to service both my pool and the freestanding spa. I’d hired him last year to handle closing and covering the pool for the winter, then reopening it for me last month, and his weekly visits that followed had kept the water crystal clear and the pH perfectly balanced.

My pool had never looked so good.

But Troy always came when I was at work and let himself in through the gate at the side of my fence, so I had completely forgotten his schedule. He must have gone behind the pool house and inside to fetch his supplies, and when he’d rounded the corner and discovered me topless, he’d dropped everything in his arms.

Including the long pole with the net on the end.

It was as if someone had put their foot down on the sustain pedal of a piano, only this piano played the music of time, and the moment suspended with my long, drawn out gasp.

I was topless, and he was frozen, and holy shit, he was my best friend’s twenty-four-year-old son.

It burst from my lips in horror. “Oh, fuck!”

In my panic, I grasped at my towel to cover myself, only to struggle, hopelessly, since it was pinned beneath my body. I leapt to my feet and yanked the terrycloth up, pressing it over my naked chest.

Troy still hadn’t moved. His lips were open, as if he’d planned to say something, but now he was frozen and unable to do anything. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his mirrored Aviator sunglasses, but he didn’t seem to be breathing.

So, I did what any reasonable woman would when a gorgeous, almost-stranger caught her naked.

I ran.

Meet Nikki

Nikki Sloane

USA Today bestselling author Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there.

Now she lives in Kentucky, is married and has two sons. She is a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA© Finalist, a Passionate Plume winner, a two-time HOLT Medallion finalist, and couldn’t be any happier that people enjoy reading her sexy words.

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