Wednesday, May 31, 2017

SAVING CASEY IS BACK AT 99 CENTS.

My SASSY, SNARKY CASS 
IS BACK, AND 
FOR 99 CENTS 
SHE CAN CAUSE YOU TO SPEW LIQUIDS ON YOUR READER.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU DIED AND CAME BACK AS A TROUBLED TEEN?

80 yr old Cass dies and returns in the body of a teenager. Not just an ordinary teen. This girl has burnt every bridge imaginable.  Cass has no choice but to take on her life. If she tells her new, excessively wealthy parents that she's not their daughter, she'll no doubt end up in a mental asylum. Her only option is to turn this life around. As Cass digs deeper as to why the girl created such destruction, including tattooing her face, she discovers the horrible incident that set this nightmare into motion. Worse yet, the danger Casey faced now threatens her new life as well.


SAVING CASEY IS BACK TO WELCOME IN BOOK 3 OF THE REQUIRES RESCUE SERIES.
EACH BOOK STANDS ALONE, BUT THEY ALL REQUIRE RESCUE.

PROUD MARY…SO PROUD SHE REFUSES THE TITLE 
SAVING MARY.
NOPE, SHE REMAINS PROUD AND DETERMINED THROUGH THE WHOLE ORDEAL!


presently on pre-order 
Will be on sale on June 5th

Mary Mason may have lost her job and reputation, but she has too much pride to allow vengeful women and their manipulative husbands to destroy her life and steal her newborn babies. Unfortunately, pride alone isn’t going to save her. When Captain Chad Danton answers a call about a prostitute soliciting at the local library, he discovers a determined woman in desperate need of medical care. Upon hearing Mary’s story, he resolves to help her, not realizing her enemies will join those who wish to destroy his career.


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Liza O'Connor shares more about the Six Sisters of Shame



Six Sisters of Shame
By
Liza O’Connor


Identical doesn’t mean the ladies are the same.

The six sisters may look exactly the same, but they are all very different in their likes and personalities. It also shows up in the clothes they wear.

All of these dresses are dresses for young women in 1892. I hunted them down out of hundreds and colored them.
The six sisters are named so you can keep them apart. But as you can tell by their clothes, they truly are different.
The first daughter you meet in the story is Jora, so I put her in the center. All the other sisters like Jora. She is the glue that keeps them from killing each other.  
Ariel is the most fragile of the group. She is an extraordinarily talented musician. That’s all she’s got going for her. She wears loose sleeves that don’t confine her when she plays the piano or violin. 
Next is the sensuous Salice. She is compelled to enjoy life to its fullest. (Thus, the low cut red dress.) 
Next is Alice, her exact opposite. Alice lives by her brain, not her heart. She studies physics and mathematics. Her clothes are utilitarian. 
Then there is Charity, the kindest physician, surgeon, and nurse you’ll ever meet. She dresses demurely and speaks softly. 
And lastly, there is Rose, who paints the most extraordinary paintings, that recently have been telling truths that no one else wants to see. Their father is worried, for he knows the ‘truth’ can destroy their lives faster than even lies can.

Six Sisters of Shame
By Liza O’Connor
Blurb
In his second marriage, a marriage of true love, Douglas Marsh has acquired six beautiful, identical daughters, who have made a pact never to marry. All are a challenge to the strict mores and interests that young ladies of Victorian England should have, but all are uniquely wonderful. He strives to match his new daughters to men who can appreciate each girl’s talents and interests. Only, one of his daughters wishes to choose for herself, and her choice sets off repercussions that could destroy them all.
WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES SOME SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES.


Excerpt
Rose woke at five in the morning fully rested with no intention of wasting her time sleeping. She dressed and hurried to the solarium.

She worked with relaxed intensity as she covered her canvas with sumptuous colors. The peachy shape of naked couples made love beneath turquoise flowing trees, yellow grass, and fiery orange blotch bushes. The lascivious couples remained oblivious to the secondary image, a young woman screaming in pain, hidden in the center of the canvas in the branches of the trees.

Each couple lay enraptured in their various acts of love, aware but unconcerned about the other couples. However, none could see the tormented woman created by the environment. She was the sky, the air they breathed, the graceful twist of the trees. They had no idea she screamed.

A hand touched the small of her back and she jumped a foot, dropping her brush and paint tray as fear consumed her. She turned, expecting to face the woman in her canvas.

She gasped with relief upon the sight of David and threw herself into his arms.

His arms tightened around her. “I am so sorry. I never meant to startle you. Douglas suggested I retrieve you for breakfast.”

He tried to set her back so he could see her face. With reluctance, she released him and turned to retrieve her paint tray and brush from the floor.

He insisted upon helping her clean the colorful mess she had made on the Italian tile. With his help, the damage was cleaned in only twice the time it would have taken her alone. But she did not mind. He had come and that was all that mattered. She was to have her special friend, her distraction from the screaming lady of truth.

“Thank God I waited until you stepped away from the painting. Otherwise, I would never be able to forgive myself.” His focus then turned to the painting. “It’s a bit like Cezzane, but more powerful.” He stepped closer and frowned. “Are you aware of the image created by the trees and shrubs?”

She laughed at his question. “The fact you see it implies much about you. Most people would never notice. They will remain occupied by the couples enjoying the pleasures of life and see nothing else.”

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Six Sister of Shame


About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
OTHER BOOKS BY LIZA O’CONNOR
HISTORICAL
Humorous, Late Victorian Sleuth Series
A Right to Love (a romantic spinoff)

SINGLE HISTORICAL NOVELS
Spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice
Romance/Suspense

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Forever's Fight by Marissa Dobson

FOREVER'S FIGHT
Forever Creek Shifter, Book 1

by Marissa Dobson

Genre: Paranormal Romance






Fighting for love and family.


Patrick O’Reilly left behind his medical practice when he and his siblings were forced into hiding. Determined to live through the war against their species, they vow to serve their kind. Patrick will risk it all to ensure none of them end up as experiments in a government lab.


Clarissa Greenwood worked all her life to become a scientist and to get the position at Hathaway Medical where she thought she would be able to find cures for diseases. Instead, she is witness to experiments on shifters. Disgusted by the truth, she gathers as much information as she can, and flees. She wants no part of the experiments—even if the cost is her life.


Shifters Underground was created to serve their species, not to help a human who had worked for one of the organizations that was hunting them. A message from a trusted shifter leaves them with no other option but to search for a woman who might be able to help them. A treacherous journey brings two destined mates together. Now Patrick and Clarissa must work together to protect not only each other, but all the shifters who fight for their lives, for love, and for family.

“Exciting action, well-developed characters, and a fast-paced lively writing style makes Forever’s Fight sure to please!” ~ New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Lynn Red





“Beast?” She rose up to rest on her elbows. “You’re going to shift?”


There was a mixture of terror and excitement in her eyes that made him want to tease her, but he resisted the urge. “No. My beast is always within me, even when I’m in human form. There’s no need to shift.”


“What a relief. I’m not sure I’m ready to see your animal yet.” She paused, averting her eyes. “Mind if I ask what your second nature is?”


“Second nature. So proper.” He smirked. “I’m a lion.” He spoke with ease because unlike the rest of the world, he didn’t see the animal side of him as a curse or an experiment gone wrong. To him, it was a blessing, something he was proud of. Though times were tough right now, things would get better. He’d see to it.


“I wasn’t sure how to word this…this…ability.” Seeming nervous, she bit her bottom lip. “I’m not even sure ability is the right word.”


“Shifting is a magical thing, and even though the world thinks I should be ashamed of it, I’m not. My lion is as much a part of me as my internal organs. The human society that we live in just doesn’t accept those who are different, but we’re here just like everyone else, and we want to live in peace.”


“That almost sounded like a public relations statement.”


“I just want you to understand who my siblings and I are. We’re no danger to you or any other human. We’re always in control of our animal, no matter what form we may take. That’s what Hathaway Medical and the rest of the government organizations don’t understand. We shouldn’t be experimented on, nor should any other human.” He hated that he sounded like he was lecturing her, but if he was going to take her back to Forever Creek, she need to understand his kind. He didn’t want any surprises later that would send her running. Once she knew their location, if she got spooked and ran off, she’d be a liability.


“But the government doesn’t classify you as human.” With that statement, she wasn’t able to meet his gaze.


“What about you? Do you think I’m human?” Silence thickened the air until he wasn’t sure she’d answer.


“You look human enough to me.” She reached out and laid her hand on his chest. “You feel human, too. That’s all that matters to me.”


He placed his hand over hers. “This is just one side of me, kind of like a coin. Will you still feel the same way when you see my lion?”










Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She’s a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning.


Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.


Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He’s her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night.


Her writing buddy Pup Cameron, a cocker spaniel, is always around to listen to her bounce ideas off him. He might not be able to answer, but he’s helpful in his own ways.


Monday, May 15, 2017

ENCHANTER by Kristy Centeno

ENCHANTER
The Giver of Life Trilogy, book 1

by Kristy Centeno


Genre: YA/NA Paranormal Fantasy






They have a past. But will they have a future?


Leah Parker is resilient and hardworking. She’d always prided herself in maintaining a level head, even under pressure. Everything changes when she begins to see strange apparitions and hear ghostly voices on the morning of her birthday.


In a blink of the eyes, Leah’s life takes a drastic turn that spirals her into the unknown. Something is out to get her, but she’s unsure if she’s losing her mind, or the faces and demands of the dead are real. Unable to find the answers she needs, she has no choice but to rely on ex-best friend, Brandon Morris, for help.


But as she will soon discover, Brandon has his own secrets. Some of which defy logic and only add to the mystery surrounding Leah. And mix feelings between the two complicate matters by getting in the way of what they really want, and what they must do.


Can Brandon lighten the load on her by figuring out what or who wants her dead? Or will their past history get in the way of the storm brewing just beyond Leah’s grasp?


#1


“Are you scared of me? Is that it?” As if to make a point, he covered the distance between us in three short steps, and backed me off into the landing to the stairwell behind me, stopping only when our bodies were a few inches from coming into physical contact. The invigorating scent of his cologne invaded my nostrils, causing my mind to go into total and complete turmoil.


I shut down, unsure how to react. I hadn’t anticipated being cornered in a vulnerable spot where we were shielded from view. Normally, I was a sucker for guys who smelled as good as he did, but this was Brandon Morris. I couldn’t decide whether to lean closer and inhale slowly, or scream and push him away.


“Are you?”


I wanted to deny his accusation, but he could see the truth in my eyes. It was pointless to pretend as if he hadn’t just sent my heart into a race. By then he could see how badly I shook. I could not disguise it fast enough for him not to notice.


“Should I be?” I asked softly, fear forcing my voice to quake.


#2


Fighting the nausea threatening to consume me, I made a mad dash for alleyway’s entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I shrieked and sprinted faster, almost colliding into the thin man who appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I managed to stop in time to crash into him, but as soon as I caught sight of his profile I regretted not plowing right through him.


He looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. Tall, long, and lanky, with shoulder-length white hair, unnaturally pale skin, and eyes that gave the impression of missing irises, he was no less horrifying than the black figure I’d seen at the stairwell or the ghostly woman in my bedroom. He was clad from top to bottom in dark clothing, which gave him all the more menacing feel. As he stood, staring at me in a way that communicated I was about to become food, I could have sworn my stomach dropped to my feet. This was no ordinary attacker. He didn’t have rape or mugging in mind, but something much more sinister.


#3


Movement several yards behind him caught my attention and I glanced around his left shoulder to the woods, noting the quick blur of a figure darting from behind one tree to another. Something was off about the way this person rushed by. It sparked a sense of familiarity that horrified me.


“Brandon, I don’t think we’re alone anymore,” I murmured as another flash of white scurried ever closer. It was too dark for me to determine who it was, but I was certain of one thing: we were being watched.


“What…?” The meaning of my words didn’t immediately dawn on him.


“Someone’s out there.”


Brandon spun around abruptly. He scanned the area briefly as he backed into me while sucking in air. His suddenly rigid posture warned me whoever was out there was not friendly.


Without a single word of explanation, Brandon turned to me and took my hand in his, pulling me down the path we’d used to get to the gazebo. He towed me along in a haste, leaving me no room to protest, or figure out what the hell was going on. A weird, high-pitched hissing sound emanated from somewhere behind us. It startled me and I was tempted to glance over my shoulder, but Brandon’s next words stopped me.


“Don’t look, Leah!” His tone was as serious as I’d ever heard it, which freaked me out even more. What was he so scared of?




At first, Leah seems an angry young adult dealing with an alcoholic mom, but her life is shrouded in so many ways, the truth cannot be seen at first. However, reconnecting with a boy from her childhood seems to trigger the arrival of demons, but could that be a coincidence. After all, imaginary voices and barely visible people keep insisting she save them…

What a well written, high adventure story between good and evil, with an unfulfilled yet strong love story interweaved throughout.

Loved it. 5 stars!

Received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.  Hit the jackpot on this one!





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Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.


She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.


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Friday, May 12, 2017

Love, Lies, and Alibis by Suzanne Pearson

LOVE, LIES AND ALIBIS
by Suzanne Pearson

Genre: inspirational romantic suspense



After suffering five years of abuse at the hands of her deceased husband, Tiffany Reynolds wants to reclaim the life she thought was gone forever. Every step forward becomes a stumble backward when danger threatens her life, and even God seems not to care.


Guilt-ridden, Luke Johnson, a private investigator, is driven to solve the murder of his sister. Following up on a lead, Luke crosses paths with Tiffany. His need for answers and retribution soon clash with his growing love for the fragile widow.


Joining forces is their only option if they hope to survive the minefield surrounding them. When Luke’s life is threatened, Tiffany makes a decision that could cost her everything.


Will Luke understand and forgive, or will he choose to walk out of her life?






Humph! What the . . .?


Hands curled around her shoulders holding her steady. “Happy to see me?”


“What? No.” Do I know this guy?


“Plop, fizz – that’s the sound of my ego deflating.”


She wrenched free and backed away, wrapping her arms around her waist.


He held his hands up where she could see them. “Sorry. A pretty girl like you bumps into a guy like me, it makes me think my luck is changing.”


His voice, so deep and warm, wriggled past her defenses and eased the tension in her muscles. Who wouldn’t trust that voice? She looked up into eyes such a deep blue they reminded her of the sky before a storm. The broad-shouldered man stood half a foot taller than her. She should feel threatened. But she didn’t. Instead she felt something she’d never felt before.


Breathless. Hot. Mindless.


Her mouth opened, her lips moved, but no sound came out.


He frowned, and she froze.


Surely I’m safe in this crowd. Just in case, hold completely still and maybe he’ll go away.


“Easy.”


“I’m sorry.” Please, please, please, don’t hurt me.


“I’m the one who should apologize.”


Okay, he’s not angry. He’s concerned. Is that any better? The phone jammed in her pocket suddenly buzzed against her hip. She pulled it out and answered. “Julie? Where are you guys?”


“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to reach you all afternoon.”


“I’m so sorry. I was at the salon and my phone was in my purse, so I never heard it ring.”


“Our celebration is going to have to wait. I have to work another shift at the hospital. Meg’s car wouldn’t start, and after that, Deb said we should cancel.”


Tiffany clamped her lips tight to keep the whimper of disappointment from escaping. Julie was distressed, and she couldn’t add to that. “I understand.”


“Honey, I’m so sorry. I know you were looking forward to this. But I promise we’ll reschedule real soon.”


“Okay, talk to you later.” She disconnected the call and put the phone back in her pocket.


“Bad news?”


“No, not really,” she murmured even as she wanted to stamp her foot in aggravation. It wasn’t bad news in a general sense. No one was hurt or dying. But disappointment was a hard pill to swallow. 
“It sounds pretty bad. Can I help?” He offered her a kind smile.



Why are you so concerned? “Oh, no, but thanks for the offer. I was supposed to meet some friends here, but they canceled.”


“What a lucky coincidence, so did mine.”


“Oh.”


“I have a solution.”


“You do?” It wasn’t hard to guess what would come next. He’d ask her to join him and she would politely decline. He was a perfect gentleman now, but what would he do later?


“What movie were you going to see?”


“That’s a great question.”


“I’ve got plenty more.”










Alex Carpenter’s life is shattered when his friend and partner is gunned down. With his confidence shaken, he turns in his badge and gun and accepts an offer to build a church in the Congo, hoping for time alone to heal.


Molly Quinn is on a mission to save souls and heal bodies. Nothing is too difficult for her to handle until a police officer from Kikwit demands she come to his city to identify a body that turns out to be her friend and a fellow American.


Alex realizes her friend was murdered, and Molly begs him to help her find the killer. Drawn into a bloody web of intrigue and deception, Alex and Molly must work together to stay alive and one step ahead of a murderer.


Can she convince Alex to put his trust and their lives in God’s hands?







Suzanne Pearson was born in the Congo to missionary parents. After graduating from high school she flew back to America by herself and settled in Eugene, Oregon where she met her husband. She didn’t start writing until she was an empty-nester. Calling on her experiences as a missionary kid and later life in America, she began writing about the adventures and troubles that come unexpectedly into life.


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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Melissa Foster shares Bayside Desires

BAYSIDE DESIRES
Bayside Summers Book 1 
by Melissa Foster


Genre: Contemporary Standalone Romance


Fall in love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, and true love come together in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod.


BAYSIDE SUMMERS is a series of standalone steamy romance novels featuring alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're fun, flirty, flawed, deeply emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to.


" With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!" -NYT Bestseller Julie Kenner



"Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" -NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely


In Bayside Desires...


As the co-owner of Bayside Resorts, Rick Savage has a fabulous job working with his best friends and brother, and a thriving business in Washington, DC, which he’ll be returning to at the end of the summer. Spending time with his family is great, but being back on Cape Cod has unearthed painful memories. When sweet, smart, and overly cautious Desiree Cleary moves in next door, Rick is drawn to the sexy preschool teacher, and she just might prove to be the perfect distraction.


Running an art gallery was not in preschool teacher Desiree Cleary’s plans, but after being tricked into coming to her impetuous, unreliable mother’s aid, she’s stuck spending the summer with the badass half sister she barely knows and a misbehaving dog. If that’s not frustrating enough, she can’t escape the sparks igniting with her strikingly handsome and pushy neighbor, Rick, who makes all her warning bells go off.


Passion ignites as Desiree and Rick spend long summer nights sharing heartfelt confessions and steamy kisses. For the first time in years Rick is enjoying life again instead of hiding behind mounds of work miles away from his family. Desiree has touched him in a way that makes him want to slow down. Only slowing down means dealing with his demons, and he isn’t sure who he’ll be when he comes out the other side.


All Bayside books can be read as standalone novels or as part of the series:
Coming Soon...
Bayside Passions
Bayside Heat
Bayside Escape


Bayside Summers is part of the Love in Bloom romance collection by New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. While each book may be read as a standalone, you might enjoy reading the entire Love in Bloom series. Characters from each sub-series appear in future books. Visit Melissa's website for family trees, series checklists, and more.



Oh shit. Rick Savage beached his craft, threw his life vest onto the sand, and ran after the woman he’d soaked. He’d been so captivated by the curvaceous blonde that when she’d started to leave, his first instinct had been to stop her. He’d clearly lost his mind. He knew better than to come that close to the jetty or to fishtail near people.


“I’m so sorry,” he said, jogging over as she stepped off the rocks and onto the beach.


She turned, mouth gaping, strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks, forehead, and shoulders. The most beautiful green eyes stared back at him in shock and horror. He felt like a total ass.


“I’m sorry. I saw you watching me, and—” There was absolutely no excuse for what he’d done, so he went with the truth, no matter how bad it sounded. “I wanted to meet you before you took off.”


“I wasn’t watching you.” Her eyes darted around them, as if someone else might hear her lying.


He cocked a brow.


“Okay, maybe I was for a second. But you were stalking me.” She swiped at her sundress, which clung to her incredibly sexy body like a second skin.


He tried not to leer, but damn…


Forcing his eyes up, he said, “I wasn’t stalking you—”


Her deadpan stare stopped him from telling his own lie.


“Okay, fine,” he said with a laugh. “I was. You caught me. I’m sorry.”


“Does this usually work for you? Drenching unsuspecting women?” she said with a hint of annoyance, and a smile, as she shook the water from her arms. “Not that I’m an expert on being hit on, but it doesn’t seem like the best way to go about it.”


“I’m sure you get hit on all the time, but this wasn’t planned. It was a stupid mistake. It’s actually illegal to go that fast near the jetty, so you can have me arrested if you’d like. I wasn’t thinking. I was—”


She arched a brow, a slight smirk playing across her beautiful face as she tossed his mannerism right back at him.


He felt himself smiling. Man, this woman was as sweet as she was spunky. “What can I say? If you weren’t so hot…”


“So, it’s my fault?” She rolled her eyes. “You really do kind of suck at picking up women.”


The caveman in him grunted, and he squared his shoulders. “I don’t suck at it. I’m actually really good at it. A pro. A master. A champion.”


She laughed. “Sorry, but…” She waved at her wet clothes. “Evidence proves otherwise.”


And I’m about to prove that evidence wrong. “Let me buy you a sweatshirt and something warm to drink at Mac’s so you don’t freeze.” Mac’s was a walk-up restaurant by the Wellfleet Pier, a five-minute drive by car. Less by Jet Ski.


Her eyes rolled over his face, as if she were considering it. He’d never had anything close to a poker face, which meant she saw his remorse and his attraction. At six two, two thirty, he was a big dude, and he kept in prime shape with running and water sports. He was used to women ogling him and practically doing cartwheels to get his attention. She drew in a deep breath, her eyes dropping to his bare chest, and she bit her plump lower lip. “Sexy” didn’t begin to describe the dichotomy of sweet and sultry this woman possessed. But she wasn’t doing cartwheels. In fact, those hungry eyes shifted away from him.


“It’s okay,” she said. “I was getting ready to leave anyway.”


She was blowing him off? There was no way he was letting her leave without doing something to make up for this debacle. Okay, maybe he also wanted to strip away those wet clothes and warm her up. But that was beside the point.


“Are you staying at a cottage on the beach? I can give you a ride on my Jet Ski.”


“As tempting as that sounds, since I’ve never been on one, I have my car.” She pointed to the parking lot with the hand that held her phone, and her smile faded. “Oh, shoot. My phone got wet.”


“I can take care of that.” He took it from her and wiped it on his shorts. She watched his hands, his biceps, his pecs, his shorts, with laser focus. His fish wasn’t off the line yet. “It should be okay now. Want me to put my number in your contacts? In case you change your mind about that drink?”


That brought a curious smile. He noticed the cutest dimple beside her mouth when she smiled. “Does that usually work?”


“No idea. I haven’t had to use that line before.”


He stepped closer, unable to resist brushing a lock of hair that was stuck to her cheek away from her face so he could see her better. Their eyes connected, and the temperature spiked. She must have felt it, too, because she was licking her lips like a hungry tigress. In the next breath, her eyes darted nervously around the beach. Christ, now she looked sweet and innocent. How did she do that in the blink of an eye? Rick was only at the Cape for a few more weeks, working on renovations at the resort before returning to his real life, and design-build business, in Washington, DC. The thoughts running through his mind were not sweet and innocent. He should let his apology ride, get on his Jet Ski, and drive away. But she had his rapt attention, and he was unable to walk away.


“You don’t have to use my number,” he said. “But you never know. Maybe when you’re lying in bed tonight, unable to stop thinking about me, you’ll wish you had it.”


Her cheeks flushed, and those sparkling green eyes moved over his face and down his chest again, lingering long enough to send a stroke of heat to his core.


“Why not?” she said, surprising the hell out of him. “Go ahead and put your number in my phone…?”


“Rick.” He entered his contact information and handed it back, curling his fingers over hers and holding them for a beat.


Her eyes flicked up, dark and alluring. “I’m Desiree,” she said a little breathlessly.


Oh yeah, you feel it, too.





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Fall in love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, and true love come together in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod.


BAYSIDE SUMMERS is a series of standalone steamy romance novels featuring alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're fun, flirty, flawed, deeply emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to. And of course, you'll see cameos from the Seaside Summers characters!


" With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!" -NYT Bestseller Julie Kenner


"Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" -NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely


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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café.


Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.


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