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by | February 8, 2022 · 11:58 am

Charming Teaser Tuesday

 

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Devil’s Boneyard MC #11

Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Club, Age-Gap

 

Date Published: February 18, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Dakota — Having a half-brother who’s an infamous assassin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At twenty-five, he’s still micromanaging my life. The moment Specter tells me about an arranged marriage to one of his associates I do what any sane woman would… I run. Never counted on meeting a biker I can’t seem to forget, nor did I plan on our two days together to have lasting consequences. When bad men find me, there’s only one person I want. Charming. I’m just not certain I’ll get a warm reception.

Charming — Dakota is different from anyone I’ve ever known, and it’s not because of who her brother is. It’s simply her. Some sixth sense keeps telling me she’s in trouble. When she calls and asks for help, I know I’ll do anything for her. The men after her have no idea she’s mine, or that she’s carrying my kid, but they will soon enough. I won’t rest until they’re six feet under.

WARNING: Charming is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and can be read as a stand-alone. There’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating. This is an age-gap romance of more than twenty years with bad language, adult situations, and violence.

Excerpt

“Stop daydreaming, Dakota,” my boss barked from farther down the bar.

I gave him a salute, grabbed the pitcher of beer and mugs, then carried them over to one of my tables. The guys were obnoxious, with way too many grabby hands. I’d already tried moving away multiple times, but it did little good. They latched onto me just the same. Glaring didn’t help either. At one inch shy of being five feet tall, I wasn’t exactly intimidating. Not even to drunk guys who looked barely twenty-one. In fact, I’d wondered if their IDs were fake, but the boss had let them order alcohol.

Not my circus, not my monkeys. If the big guy wanted to get in trouble for serving minors, that was all on him.

“Can I get you anything else?” I asked.

“How about your number?” one of them asked, leering at me.

“Nah, we don’t need her number. Why don’t you give us a round of blowjobs?” All of them laughed. I knew the boss wouldn’t take kindly to me dumping a pitcher of beer over their heads, but it was tempting. My hand tightened on the handle as I slowly counted to ten silently, hoping to cool my temper.

Before I could even respond, a tall man with scruff along his jaw and a leather cut over his shoulders slammed the guy’s head into the table. “Apologize.”

I hadn’t even seen him! Where the hell had he come from? I glanced around and saw several people staring in our direction. The guy pinned to the table didn’t seem so tough now. I got a closer look at the man who’d come to my rescue.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to check my chin for drool. Handsome men were a dime a dozen. Even big sexy ones. But something about this one checked all the boxes for me.

About the Author

Harley Wylde

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Reckless Kings MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, Devil’s Fury MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

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by | January 25, 2022 · 5:00 am

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Kings of Chaos MC, Book 9

 

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 01-21-2002

 

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Warp

Life taught me not to trust. Family betrayal cuts the deepest of all, and
my kin’s given me plenty of reasons to go by my road name
“Warped.” A Nomad, I make a point of not getting too attached.
Then I become a godfather, and my wall begins to crumble. Against all odds,
their godmother, Jess, would infiltrate my defenses with a fiery kiss that
shows me I can have everything I’m not worthy of. A better man would
let her go, but she’s become a light in the impending darkness
encircling me as my past rises from its grave and refuses to let go.

 

Jess

I spent my life chasing after my dreams and defying the small-minded views
of my tiny southern town. When I saw a chance at a life in California, I
took it. I never imagined a tattooed biker with dark eyes full of malice
would play a starring role in my fantasies. I knew he was off-limits, but
too much to drink has me crossing lines and set things into motion I never
thought possible. The connection we share is something I’ll risk
everything for.

 

Is this a new beginning or the breaking point?

 

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Excerpt

“Come here,” I demand. 

Her eyes grow round, and she gives a slight shake of her head, remaining where she is against the hallway. 

“Now, Bambi,” I say slowly. 

She sucks her bottom lip in and walks forward tentatively. Her heels click over the wood flooring, and I peer down at the strappy, gold sandals and groan. They’d feel good digging into my back. I’m sick of ignoring what’s between us. If  I end up going to Mexico and never return; it’ll be on my own terms. 

“Close the door.” 

Her hand trembles as she presses the wooden door with a deafening click. 

“I tried to be a good guy and do the right thing.” I grasp my knee with my hands to keep from grabbing her. Tightening and loosening my hold, I can’t take my eyes off her. “I wanted to give you a chance to escape. But it’s too late for that. Nothing has changed. And I’m a selfish man who lives a dangerous life. So I never fuck around when it matters.” 

She swallows loudly and licks her lips. 

“I heard you went on a date.” 

“It …” She shakes her head. “We didn’t work out.” 

“That’s real good, Jess. ’Cause I would’ve broken his damn neck.” 

Flinching, she shakes her head. “Y-You said—” 

“Fuck what I said.” I crook my finger, and she walks in front of me. “I’m a bastard. A child born out of wedlock. My parents were never married, but they had a toxic bond that kept them together. When I was young, they used to take me to do robberies. I could fit into all the places they couldn’t, and a lost child makes for one hell of a distraction.” 

“Wa—” 

“Don’t speak.” If I don’t get it all out now, I’ll never do it.

Her head bobs in agreement, and I continue, “They were junkies. All they cared about was getting their next high. There were plenty of times when we didn’t have enough food or a decent roof over our heads. I wish those memories were a blur, but I can remember the sharp pains of hunger and the desperation that comes with doing anything necessary to survive. I didn’t even start school until I was seven because I was too valuable. Plus, they didn’t want to be tracked by the government. 

“I was always aware of how much of an inconvenience they saw me as. I learned early how to fend for myself. I was cooking for myself and keeping a stash of money I slept with for food. It was a place where you had to work hard to survive. Once we settled into a town and Dad learned to be a functioning addict, when I was eight, the beatings started. He laid into Mom and me like it was a new hobby. The sick bastard got off on it. I think he liked our pain just as much as he did the smack. Mom did more and more drugs to numb herself out. Then she settled on heroin, and shit went downhill fast. 

“When I was ten, I came home from school and found Dad beating her. She was already bloodied and limp. I couldn’t tell if she was passed out or dead. His face was demonic. His eyes were black, and he had a wide grin that was too big for his face. I called out. Told him he was going to kill her, and he didn’t even look at me. So, I went to their bedroom and got a gun. I walked back out, threatening him.” 

I keep talking, ignoring the lump forming in my throat. “He laughed. When he hit her again, and the blood splatter coated his face and the white wifebeater he was wearing, I pulled the trigger. It shot him dead in the forehead. I didn’t mean to. I was supposed to frighten him.” I tremble, still remembering the way his body jerked, the light extinguishing his body, and the spray of brain matter as the bullet exited his skull. “My uncles came over and dragged him away. It wasn’t spoken of again in clear words, but my mother made it clear I ruined her life. That she would’ve rather I be the one who died. She hated me. That I was wrong to interfere. Her heroin use spiraled out of control after that.” Breathing hard, I can still see the imagery as clear as the day it all occurred. My stomach bubbles. “So, you see, I’ve always been a killer. It’s what I know how to do. You might even say it comes naturally.” 

She gives a sound of protest. 

“It’s why I avoid attachments. They haven’t ended up well for me. When my mother OD’ed, I was taken to live with my uncle. He seemed decent for the first six months. Things were better— there was plenty of food and attention. I thought I’d have a better life. Then the late-night visits started.” My stomach lurches. “You can fill in the blanks ’cause you’re a smart girl. You understand why I don’t do intimacy. Kissing disgusts me, but the minute you put those pouty lips on me, you cracked my soul wide open. The rotten core I thought died years ago had a little left, and you breathed life directly into it.” 

I look up and meet her tear-filled eyes. “You woke the beast and turned him into some fresh new monster. Where I’m going, I need my wits about me. I can’t be worried about what you’re getting into here.” 

“Are you asking me to wait for you?” 

“Maybe? I can’t give you promises. I’m being pulled in too many different directions right now. I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” I won’t beg. But I’m hoping for the first time in a long time. “I can say we’ll talk about it when I get back.” 

Stepping forward between my legs, she cups my face. “I feel it, too, War. The pull, the attraction and sense of rightness.” She closes her eyes and rests her forehead against mine. “I don’t want to keep fighting what’s not going away.” 

“Then don’t.” 

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Shyla Colt

USA Today Bestselling author Shyla Colt is a chaos wrangler, chronic
crafter, and imaginary friend collector. The mom of two and a wife road
trips with her weird brood when she’s not taking on a new hobby or bingeing
on spooky podcasts and documentaries. She writes strong women with sass,
plenty of nerdy tendencies, and the intriguing intense males who love them.
She can be reached at www.shylacolt.net

 

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Kings of Chaos MC, Book 9

 

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 01-21-2002

 

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Warp

Life taught me not to trust. Family betrayal cuts the deepest of all, and
my kin’s given me plenty of reasons to go by my road name
“Warped.” A Nomad, I make a point of not getting too attached.
Then I become a godfather, and my wall begins to crumble. Against all odds,
their godmother, Jess, would infiltrate my defenses with a fiery kiss that
shows me I can have everything I’m not worthy of. A better man would
let her go, but she’s become a light in the impending darkness
encircling me as my past rises from its grave and refuses to let go.

 

Jess

I spent my life chasing after my dreams and defying the small-minded views
of my tiny southern town. When I saw a chance at a life in California, I
took it. I never imagined a tattooed biker with dark eyes full of malice
would play a starring role in my fantasies. I knew he was off-limits, but
too much to drink has me crossing lines and set things into motion I never
thought possible. The connection we share is something I’ll risk
everything for.

 

Is this a new beginning or the breaking point?

 

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EXCERPT

“Come here,” I demand. 

Her eyes grow round, and she gives a slight shake of her head, remaining where she is against the hallway. 

“Now, Bambi,” I say slowly. 

She sucks her bottom lip in and walks forward tentatively. Her heels click over the wood flooring, and I peer down at the strappy, gold sandals and groan. They’d feel good digging into my back. I’m sick of ignoring what’s between us. If  I end up going to Mexico and never return; it’ll be on my own terms. 

“Close the door.” 

Her hand trembles as she presses the wooden door with a deafening click. 

“I tried to be a good guy and do the right thing.” I grasp my knee with my hands to keep from grabbing her. Tightening and loosening my hold, I can’t take my eyes off her. “I wanted to give you a chance to escape. But it’s too late for that. Nothing has changed. And I’m a selfish man who lives a dangerous life. So I never fuck around when it matters.” 

She swallows loudly and licks her lips. 

“I heard you went on a date.” 

“It …” She shakes her head. “We didn’t work out.” 

“That’s real good, Jess. ’Cause I would’ve broken his damn neck.” 

Flinching, she shakes her head. “Y-You said—” 

“Fuck what I said.” I crook my finger, and she walks in front of me. “I’m a bastard. A child born out of wedlock. My parents were never married, but they had a toxic bond that kept them together. When I was young, they used to take me to do robberies. I could fit into all the places they couldn’t, and a lost child makes for one hell of a distraction.” 

“Wa—” 

“Don’t speak.” If I don’t get it all out now, I’ll never do it.

Her head bobs in agreement, and I continue, “They were junkies. All they cared about was getting their next high. There were plenty of times when we didn’t have enough food or a decent roof over our heads. I wish those memories were a blur, but I can remember the sharp pains of hunger and the desperation that comes with doing anything necessary to survive. I didn’t even start school until I was seven because I was too valuable. Plus, they didn’t want to be tracked by the government. 

“I was always aware of how much of an inconvenience they saw me as. I learned early how to fend for myself. I was cooking for myself and keeping a stash of money I slept with for food. It was a place where you had to work hard to survive. Once we settled into a town and Dad learned to be a functioning addict, when I was eight, the beatings started. He laid into Mom and me like it was a new hobby. The sick bastard got off on it. I think he liked our pain just as much as he did the smack. Mom did more and more drugs to numb herself out. Then she settled on heroin, and shit went downhill fast. 

“When I was ten, I came home from school and found Dad beating her. She was already bloodied and limp. I couldn’t tell if she was passed out or dead. His face was demonic. His eyes were black, and he had a wide grin that was too big for his face. I called out. Told him he was going to kill her, and he didn’t even look at me. So, I went to their bedroom and got a gun. I walked back out, threatening him.” 

I keep talking, ignoring the lump forming in my throat. “He laughed. When he hit her again, and the blood splatter coated his face and the white wifebeater he was wearing, I pulled the trigger. It shot him dead in the forehead. I didn’t mean to. I was supposed to frighten him.” I tremble, still remembering the way his body jerked, the light extinguishing his body, and the spray of brain matter as the bullet exited his skull. “My uncles came over and dragged him away. It wasn’t spoken of again in clear words, but my mother made it clear I ruined her life. That she would’ve rather I be the one who died. She hated me. That I was wrong to interfere. Her heroin use spiraled out of control after that.” Breathing hard, I can still see the imagery as clear as the day it all occurred. My stomach bubbles. “So, you see, I’ve always been a killer. It’s what I know how to do. You might even say it comes naturally.” 

She gives a sound of protest. 

“It’s why I avoid attachments. They haven’t ended up well for me. When my mother OD’ed, I was taken to live with my uncle. He seemed decent for the first six months. Things were better— there was plenty of food and attention. I thought I’d have a better life. Then the late-night visits started.” My stomach lurches. “You can fill in the blanks ’cause you’re a smart girl. You understand why I don’t do intimacy. Kissing disgusts me, but the minute you put those pouty lips on me, you cracked my soul wide open. The rotten core I thought died years ago had a little left, and you breathed life directly into it.” 

I look up and meet her tear-filled eyes. “You woke the beast and turned him into some fresh new monster. Where I’m going, I need my wits about me. I can’t be worried about what you’re getting into here.” 

“Are you asking me to wait for you?” 

“Maybe? I can’t give you promises. I’m being pulled in too many different directions right now. I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” I won’t beg. But I’m hoping for the first time in a long time. “I can say we’ll talk about it when I get back.” 

Stepping forward between my legs, she cups my face. “I feel it, too, War. The pull, the attraction and sense of rightness.” She closes her eyes and rests her forehead against mine. “I don’t want to keep fighting what’s not going away.” 

“Then don’t.” 

 

 

About the Author

Shyla Colt

USA Today Bestselling author Shyla Colt is a chaos wrangler, chronic
crafter, and imaginary friend collector. The mom of two and a wife road
trips with her weird brood when she’s not taking on a new hobby or bingeing
on spooky podcasts and documentaries. She writes strong women with sass,
plenty of nerdy tendencies, and the intriguing intense males who love them.
She can be reached at www.shylacolt.net

 

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by | January 12, 2022 · 5:00 am

Welcome to Drake Isle Blitz

 

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Contemporary Romance

 

Release Date: January 12, 2022

Publisher: DFM Publishing

““Welcome to Drake Isle, where time moves differently, the air feels cleaner, the sun warmer, and the world feels calmer…”

“Emotions are intense and unstoppable. This island is filled with love.”

“I want to live on Drake Isle!”

 

Find out why readers love Allie Boniface’s island romance series in this duet boxed set:

Because of You (Book One) – Ten years ago, Piper Townsend fell to her death from the top of a fraternity house, and no one on Drake Isle has ever been the same. Blake Carter’s fraternity was scandalized. Misterion College closed down. And Blake’s girlfriend Emmy fled the island after her best friend died and never looked behind her.

Now Blake’s the CEO of a multi-million dollar tech firm looking to relocate to the island. Emmy owns a yoga studio in the building he wants to buy. They haven’t spoken in ten years. They’re on opposite sides of the bargaining table. But old flames die hard, and sometimes soulmates can set the world on fire all over again…

Finding You (Book Two) – Lillian Santini came to Drake Isle pregnant, broke, and alone.Two decades later she owns a renowned beauty salon and has raised her twins to adulthood. Fiercely independent, she has no interest in settling down. Then she meets Trey.

Trey lives a jet-set life on the mainland, a billionaire who’s hidden a shockingly abusive childhood from the world. His best friend, the only person who knew his secrets, died in a tragic accident twelve years earlier. Lil and Trey’s attraction is instant. Their desire is powerful. But can two people from different worlds find love on Drake Isle, or will past secrets tear them apart?

Bonus Story! Deck the Isle is a sweet Christmas story that takes place between Books 1 and 2 and highlights the island decked out at holiday time (along with a few more secrets between characters…)

 

If you like small town island romance with a hint of mystery, then you’ll love this introduction to the Drake Isle series. Jump in and discover the magic of the island!

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“Why don’t we all close our eyes and get started,” Emmy said. Her hands were sweating. The back of her neck was sweating. She blew out a long breath and focused on the back wall of the studio. “Breathe in, hold one second, and breathe out. Again, breathe in…”

She had no idea how she got through the hour. She wished Blake had chosen an Advanced Class, just so she could put him through pigeon pose and a headstand or two. But apparently the basics of Sun Salutation were torture enough. He grunted trying to keep up. Once he stumbled and nearly took out the little girl in front of him. A sheen of sweat appeared on his brow, and in the middle of tree pose, as he was wobbling and reaching for the wall to keep from falling, Emmy could swear he cursed under his breath. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. He narrowed his gaze at her. She narrowed hers right back.

Finally the class drew to its ritualistic end. “All right, lie back, extend your arms and legs fully, and let go. Relax your breath. This is Savasana pose, also known as corpse pose, the way we end every yoga class. It is a chance for you to let go of all your efforts and let the effects of your practice sink in.” And a chance for Emmy to gain her composure, because as much as she’d gotten a kick out of watching Blake struggle, she’d also felt a slip of desire more than once.

Those palms, spread wide on the mat, that had once wrapped around her waist.

Those legs, strong calves and thighs, that used to flex while sprinting down the college football field.

That square jaw, the dark hair, the quiet sounds of sleep she used to love to wake up next to.

Stop remembering all that.

Sure. She could stop breathing too, while she was at it.

Emmy summoned them to a seat at the end and chanted the final meditation. As they rolled up their mats and replaced their shoes, she turned on the lights and slipped a waiver onto a clipboard for Blake. Really, she didn’t want his paperwork. She didn’t even want his money. It wasn’t like fifteen dollars was going to make or break her at this point. If he had five thousand dollars he wanted to put out for the class, that would be another story, but he’d made it pretty clear the other day that he was interested in buying the whole building out from under her. For way below its market value, probably.

“Goodbye, thank you, see you soon!” she called as the women walked out. She hoped one of them would stay, even if they made comments about Blake being her boyfriend, but they didn’t. It was as if Bev’s Boutique was having a fire sale they all had to get to. In less than five minutes, she and Blake were alone.

“Well, that was interesting.” He rubbed his shoulder. “That was a beginners’ class?”

“It was.”

“Some of those women are in pretty good shape.”

“They are.” Maybe if she spoke in single syllables and short sentences, he’d get the hint and leave. “Here you go.” She handed him the clipboard.

“Emmy.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

He swallowed back whatever comment he’d been about to make and glanced at the clipboard instead. He filled in the lines with a few scribbles, pulled out his wallet, and handed over a ten and a five.

“Thank you.”

“Can we talk?”

“About what? Did you have questions about the class or any of the poses?”

He gave her a look, that look, the one he used to level on her back in school when she was being deliberately unreasonable and they both knew it. “Actually, yeah. That dog one? Where we were supposed to be upside down? I don’t think I was doing it right.”

“Downward Dog?” One corner of her mouth tugged. Don’t laugh at him. Don’t even smile at him. But she couldn’t help it. “You weren’t.”

“I knew it.” He looked at his mat, still lying on the floor. “Can you help me?”

“Blake.”

“I’m serious. My doctor keeps telling me I need to relax. If I can learn yoga, maybe she’ll be happy. My father had already had his first heart attack at my age.”

“Fine. Come over here.” She unrolled her own mat and laid it a few inches from his. “Now watch.” She balanced herself on her hands and feet, straightening her legs and stretching deeply into the pose. She loved Downward Dog. It made her feel grounded and secure, even when nothing else in her life did. “See how my back and my arms are straight? And my head is down?”

He ran one hand along her spine. “Yes.”

She dropped to her knees. “Hey.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

She looked up at him, and there was another look she knew, a look she’d seen a thousand times before. Want. Love. Or something like it. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to kiss me.”

An eternal moment hung between them, and then Blake leaned over and did just that.

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Allie Boniface

Allie Boniface is the USA Today best-selling author of over a dozen novels, including the Drake Isle, Cocktail Cruise, Hometown Heroes, and Whispering Pines series. Her books are set in small towns and are all about the feels of falling in love.

Allie currently lives in a small town in the beautiful Hudson Valley of New York with her husband. When she isn’t teaching high school English, she likes to travel, visit the local shelter and love on the kitties, lose herself in great music, or go for a run and think about her next story. Take some time to browse around Allie’s website, check out new and upcoming releases, and sign up for her newsletter.

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by | December 17, 2021 · 5:00 am

Perfect For Me Blitz

 

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Book 1 in the For Me Series

Contemporary Romance, Gay Romance, Love Triangle, New Adult, Erotic Romance

 

Published: December 2021

Publisher: Two Fish Publishing

In middle school I met my best friend. We were complete opposites, but somehow we just fit and from the day we met, we were thick as thieves. Four years later I met the perfect girl. But he saw her first. Wanted her. Claimed her for himself. It never occurred to me to fight for her. Compared to my best friend, my life was ideal. Great parents, quarterback of the football team, lots of friends and even a brand new truck for my sixteenth birthday. The least I could do was back off and let him have the girl. Only it seemed she didn’t want him back. She wanted me.

Then he left. And despite the connection I knew we shared, he ended our friendship completely. The loss hurt, more than I could have imagined. We had shared so much, more than anyone ever knew. And when he left, she was there to help me heal from the loss of my very best friend. The perfect girl putting together the pieces of my broken heart and then stealing it for herself.

I always believed I would find my soulmate. But sometimes life has other plans and what you believe is not always what happens.

From the outside, our marriage seemed like the merging of two like-minded people. High school sweethearts, we followed each other to college and continued to build on our friendship and love for each other. She was beautiful and sweet and I was…well, I guess I was the boy next door. It made sense for us to take that next step and really everything seemed perfect.

This story is a fairytale.

Unfortunately, the ending is not what any of us expected. The perfect marriage that hid too many secrets to thrive. A friendship ripped apart too soon. Three people whose lives were weaved together in the most unexpected ways. And then the truth came out. And the truth? It blew apart everything we thought we knew.

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Stay For Me

 

Book Two in the For Me Series

I’d tried to forget about them. For a year after I’d left I had ignored his calls and text messages and eventually my phone was silent. I moved on with my life. I had new friends, an amazing career, and more money than I could spend thanks to my rotter of a Dad up and getting himself killed. But still, I thought about them, about him. My former best friend and his wife, who had been my friend once too. For a short time, we had been like the Three Musketeers. And then I had left and they had moved on without me. Together.

It was wrong to do what I’d done. I knew she’d be in Washington DC when I’d planned my trip and “accidentally” run into her. I could feel her discontentment, even though she’d tried to hide it when she’d talked about her marriage. I’d known exactly what I was doing when I’d invited them to come and visit me in England. Sitting across the table listening to her talk about my former best friend, the one I could never quite forget had me wanting, wanting them both back in my life.

And now they were here. They were staying with me in London. And I had plans, all kinds of plans. I had to have known that this wouldn’t end well for me…for any of us. But I did it anyway. Because I wanted them and I just couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking what I wanted, no matter the cost.

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About the Author

Suzie Webster

Suzie Webster – Gypsy, Storyteller, Relentless Dreamer, Foodie, Happy Wife, Cool Mom of 3

Why did Suzie Webster start writing romance novels at age forty nine? To Inspire women to realize that they are the owners of their life and it is possible at any age to turn their story into a journey filled with laughter, steamy romance and adventure just like their favorite book. Throughout her many careers from Northern Virginia to Charleston, Suzie has always loved mentoring and supporting other women who are trying to live the life they want and deserve. She has loved writing since childhood and weaving stories is another way to share the message that love always wins. She is supported in her own journey by her very patient and tolerant husband Drew, who is always the inspiration for her sexy leading men and her three daughters, Ryleigh, Katie and Reese, who never fail to keep her on her toes and put her in her place. When she’s not traveling (her favorite hobby), she can be found curled up with a good book and a tasty cocktail, preferably tequila.

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