Beauty and the Blacksmith by Tessa Dare #review

26 December, 2016



Pages -   224 pages
Publisher -  Avon Impulse
Published -   April 30, 2013
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Genre -  Regency Romance
Series -  Book 2 of 5 in the Spindle Cove series
Language -  Irrelevant
Sexual Content -  3/5

  




Beautiful and elegant, Miss Diana Highwood is destined to marry a wealthy, well-placed nobleman. At least, that’s what her mother has loudly declared to everyone in Spindle Cove.
But Diana’s not excited by dukes and lords. The only man who makes her heart pound is the village blacksmith, Aaron Dawes. By birth and fortune, they couldn’t be more wrong for each other…but during stolen, steamy moments in his forge, his strong hands feel so right.
Is their love forged strong enough to last, or are they just playing with fire?





(This is a novella of approximately 36,000 words. Also included is a two-chapter preview of Do You Want to Start a Scandal,  9/27/16.)

My first Tessa Dare novel, and I'm still not ready to decide if it will be my last.

She's celebrated and award-winning, but since I'm not convinced, it is highly likely it is me who needs to re-examine my own criteria for such accolades.

Yes, the plot is intriguing and yes, the writing was rather sound.

I liked Aaron Dawes, the beefy Blacksmith with a heart of gold and an unfathomable hankering for the village beauty, Lady Diana.

Miss Diana... Lady?

Which was part of the trouble I had with this story.

I don't really know who 'Diana' is, what her 'title' was, and where she fit in 'titled' society back in Regency England.

She read like a modern-day woman with a few flighty Regency personality quirks, so I remained confused.

And, she was with all women at all times in a 'boarding' house with other females, so I still don't know who she is or what her actual title makes her out to be.

'Diana' is in Spindle Cove with her mother and younger sister because 'Diana' has suffered from asthma much of her life and needs the seaside air to recover.

Something happened in Book 1 to bring her and Aaron together, and that 'something' is touched upon two or three times in this novella, but it wasn't quite enough to make me really understand or respond to their interest in one another.

Other than Aaron is super-hot and 'Diana' wants to see him naked.

The writing wasn't too bad but the mix-up between Regency and Contemporary was and made it difficult to follow.

'Diana' behaved more like a modern woman with 21st Century ideals, which is always a turn-off for me because I read Historical Romance for the Historical aspects as much as for the Romance.

Understanding that this is a novella and things had to be cut short, and knowing this is a love story that follows her older sister's romance in the first full-length novel, I still felt that something HUGE was missing.

There was no suspense, the H didn't have anyone else pursuing him, and the man 'Diana's' mother wanted her to marry wasn't even interested.

It was simply two people from two different worlds colliding at the Blacksmith, having sex a few times, and then breaking the startling news of their relationship to her family.

And, the celebrated author made it sound like it is perfectly acceptable behavior and all's right with the world.

In reality, had anyone seen or caught wind of 'Diana' visiting said Blacksmith unescorted and remaining behind closed doors with a single man for any length of time, her destroyed reputation would have done the job she sought desperately to figure out for much of the story.

Diana worried more about what her mother would say and much less about the resulting ramifications her daylight decisions would have not only on herself but her family and especially her younger sister, who would also soon have her Season.

Just because it doesn't seem or isn't considered scandalous by today's standards doesn't mean it wasn't that way back in the day.

Why do authors insist on 'forgetting' this or 'pretending' like it didn't happen or doesn't matter now?

As for 'Diana' being a raving beauty... I didn't get that impression because she'd passed two Seasons without any notice, and the titled gentleman her mother hoped would become her daughter's husband had no interest, either.

Wouldn't it have been more fun to read about the 'many' suitors vying for said Beauty's hand while she snubs them in pursuit of her true love for the lowly Blacksmith?

And Aaron, being of sound mind and body, would continue to thwart her efforts while secretly nursing jealousy of all those suitors until alas, she wears him down and true love finally prevails.

Instead, we get two people who easily vacillate between Regency and 21st Century, behaving totally out-of-character, doing whatever they damn-well please, and everyone around them accepts it w/out the slightest hint of scandal or even shock or dismay.

Yawn~

Lastly, while the author did help me to kind-of like 'Diana', she failed me toward the end when Aaron behaved more dignified than 'Diana' and made every attempt to honor her virtue, her good name, and her family status, yet 'Diana' acted shrewish, selfish, and modern-day bossy bitch on him.

It was rude, historically inaccurate, and made me not like her anymore.

I ended up feeling very sorry for Aaron and worried about his future happiness being saddled with someone like her.

She needed a reality check, and Aaron needed more reason to be that easily accepted.

Scoring With Santa by Theresa Roemer & Renee Rose #ReleaseBlitz

21 December, 2016




Book Title: Scoring with Santa 
Author: Theresa Roemer & Renee Rose 
Genre: Sports Romance 
Release Date: December 20, 2016 
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A career-driven mom. Houston’s most eligible heartthrob. The irresistible attraction could destroy both their careers.

Rick Morehouse doesn’t date single moms. As the former quarterback for the Houston Texans, he’s Houston’s most eligible bachelor. But after the heartache of abandonment by his own mother’s string of boyfriends, he never wants to hurt anyone’s kids that way. When he meets Brandy Love, the drop-dead gorgeous owner of Phenomenal Physiques, he’s totally taken by the confident career woman. It’s too bad she has kids.

Brandy Love doesn’t have room in her life for a relationship. Opening a chain of gyms and parenting her kids already takes more time than she has. But when Coach Charming drops in on her gym, she’s sorely tempted.

When a vengeful columnist roasts Rick to bring down his team at the playoffs, Brandy must decide if he’s worth fighting for. But even if she can save him, will he accept her and her kids in his life?

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He caught her wrist as she moved out of his personal space. He had fast reflexes for a guy who had just been struggling to keep his hands interlaced behind his back. “Don’t stop,” he murmured, flashing that megawatt smile again.

She forced a chuckle. “Hey, I charge a lot for private lessons. That’s all you get for a freebie.”

He threw his head back and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that warmed her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Well, how can I go about scheduling one of those privates?”

She looked away, stepping toward the door and forcing him to drop her wrist. “Ah, you know, check with the front desk,” she said vaguely with a laugh.

“Actually, I was hoping for your number.”

“I’m sure you were,” she said over her shoulder.

“Really? You’re just blowing me off, huh?”

She stopped and pivoted. He sounded dead sincere now, which surprised her. “Wow, yeah. About that...I’m, uh, not exactly dating right now.”

Even if I were, I’d stay way the hell away from a player like you.
Her smile wobbled. This shouldn’t be so hard.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his gym shorts, which few men could pull off and still look manly. He nailed it. She realized with a stab of guilt he was trying to hide the bulge of his erection. “Sure, I get it. No problem.”

Had she actually hurt his feelings? Impossible. He was a player.

She hadn’t meant to be a tease. She ought to be spanked.

By him. Just before he took her hard from behind…
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Theresa Roemer is an author, media personality, entrepreneur and small business owner based in Houston, Texas.

Theresa’s passion for health started at a young age. As a child Theresa was diagnosed with rheumatic fever many times over, which caused her to have a heart murmur; she was sickly and her doctors diagnosed her with a lifetime of physical constraints. Determined to prove the doctors wrong, Theresa began her lifelong journey to stay active, healthy, and physically fit. Theresa took the U.S. Open title in bodybuilding at the age of 40, and held the titles of Mrs. Houston U.A., Mrs. Texas U.A., and was the 1st runner up for Mrs. United America concurrently.

Theresa’s passion for health inspired her to write Naked in 30 Days to empower women to feel as vibrant and healthy at 45 and beyond as they did at 25. This is her first work of fiction.

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20 December, 2016


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Author: Avery Aster 
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance 
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Fans of Vi Keeland, Alexa Riley, and Sabrina Paige will enjoy this stand-alone, cliffhanger free, m/f/m contemporary erotic romance novel that features an HEA for all three protagonists.

Dumped by Europe's hottest disc jockey Kiki Izatt jumps into her career taking New York society by storm. In charge of Brill Inc.'s jewelry client Paloma Gems she's ready to show the industry who sparkles.

Superstar DJ Dejon had no choice but to cut ties. If Kiki blew his cover by discovering his real intentions to hijack The Style Gala, she'd ruin his crusade to return the blood diamonds to his West African people. Dejon couldn't go back on his word to his brother Dash even if it meant not marrying Kiki.

When Dash Turay accidently shoots and injures Kiki while stealing Paloma's most valuable stone, he's taken with her. Dash wants her. He must have her! So what if Kiki is from Utah and promised her virginity to Dejon. Dash will find a way to get her in his bed with or without Dejon's approval.

Familiar with Sister Wives Kiki wonders if it's time to try her hand at Brother-Husbands!

Note: the men DO NOT touch one another.

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Warning: Explicit 18+ 

His ex-fiancée bit her lower lip to stifle a grin.

“Making love,” his brother replied as his jaw clenched and eyes slightly narrowed.

“All three of us?” Kiki asked.

Yikes. “Bloody hell. Dash and I don’t touch each other.” He felt his own face twist wryly. “We’re not bisexual. Plus, that’s freaky.”

She laughed. “Maybe this is what Duckie means when he refers ‘nice ‘n’ nasty.’ Taddy has these porn movies that have twins who fuck.”

“Does it turn you on?” Dash asked.

Dejon’s expression stilled and grew serious. “Gross!”

“Twins? It’s taboo, don’t you think?” Kiki turned to face Dejon, her heart-shaped face reddened at the thought.

“What about being with two men at the same time?” he probed further, looking her over seductively.

“I always thought the person I gave my virginity to would be the man I’d share the rest of my life with.”

That still could happen, babe.” Dash stared longingly at her. It didn’t bother Dejon as much as he thought it would. He was pretty much over the fact that they had slept together. On the grand scale of drama that had done down that week, it was on the list, of course, just not at the top of it. At least not anymore.

“Not in a million years.” Kiki rolled her light-colored eyes.

“Why not?” He peered at her intently.

“Because I love Dejon.”

Hearing that made Dejon’s spirits soar. You still love me. Even after all that’s happened.

Dash made a fake pout. “You don’t have any feelings for me?” He stepped closer to the bed.

“I don’t know you well enough, and from what I do know, I’m not so sure.”

Touché, Kiki.

“Pishaw! I’m a good guy. Aren’t I, Dejon?” Dash took a seat on the other end, facing them.

“You have your moments.” He gave his brother the benefit of the doubt. Dash always meant well. Ever since they were little, he’d always tried to have Dejon’s back. Often it just didn’t turn out as though he did.

“You might learn to love me.” Dash’s large hand took Kiki’s face and held it gently for a few seconds.

“Really?” Kiki’s voice rose an octave, and then she swallowed loudly.

“Let me have you again.” Without any hesitation, Dash spread Kiki’s legs apart, slowly making his way up to her crotch.

“What are you doing?” She peered down at him.

“Having my way with you.”

Oh. God. Here he goes….

She closed her legs. “Wait.”

“Didn’t we have fun the last time we were together?”

“Yesss,” she hissed.

“Don’t you want that again? My cock buried inside you, making you shake to your core, all soaking wet, coming for me all over my dick.”

Pupils dilating, her breath quickened. “You sure do talk dirty.”

“You love it.”
“What. Ever. Dash.”
“Admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“You want me.”

Bloody hell.
“Never!”

He held her legs open, burying his face between her folds and making a humming noise as he went to town eating her pussy. Coming up for air, he repeated, “Damn, Kiki, say it.”

“All right,” she moaned. “I want you. I want both of you.”

Cock stiffening like a lightning rod reaching to outer space, Dejon felt his heartbeat race to a new tempo as if it were a dance tune he’d remixed just for the occasion.

“I’m going to eat you out until you forget about the last few days, about the shooting, about me hurting you, and all the bad stuff that’s happened. Bloody hell, I’m gonna make you feel good. Is that okay with you, Kiki?”

She gaped down at him and nodded. “I must be insane.”

Closing her eyes, pressing her head against in the pillows, she appeared to enjoy having Dash tongue-lash her privates while Dejon kissed her.

“This pussy is sweet. Tastes like—”

“Strawberries,” Dejon finished for him. They switched places, Dash resting Kiki against his chest while he sprawled out alongside the bed.

So beautiful! “I want to make love to you, Kiki.” Dejon looked down at her lovingly before impatiently driving his cock inside her. “Oh God. You’re so tight. So warm.”

“I love you, Dejon.” She grabbed on to his back as he lifted her gently off Dash, getting her body aligned with his own. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Years, I think.” He thrust once, twice, and then got going.

“I love you, Kiki,” Dash moaned in her ear while he stroked his cock. “I want to watch Dejon fuck you.”

Shifting his hips, Dejon sank farther into Kiki. Missionary suited them well; it was romantic and sweet.

Dash, probably feeling neglected, demanded, “Let’s DP!”

“Uhhh. No,” Kiki said nervously as Dash lay on his back, motioning for her to get on top of him. She glanced up at Dejon, who smiled with encouragement.

“Let me take your anal virginity,” Dejon begged. “Get on top of my brother. Ride him. Let me fuck you from behind.”

“It’s only fair,” Dash added.

Without giving it any more thought, she mounted Dash, letting his cock fill her fully. She arched her back and slowly brought herself up and then down again on his shaft.

“You’re so wet. I love it,” Dash stated.

“No talking. Let me concentrate.” Dejon came up behind Kiki, grabbing her hips and pressing the tip of his cock against her pucker.

“I’m seeing stars,” she groaned between them.

He reached over to the nightstand for the lube, rubbed it over his fingers, and then gently massaged her. First, just the tip of his middle finger went inside her warm hole. Then a second finger as he started to stretch her, just a little.

  Fuuuck. This is hot.

Dash slowed himself down, allowing Dejon to try again.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed Kiki as he slid the better part of himself in her ass.

“Yes. This feels amazing. Keep going.”

“I’m almost there.” He dipped his mouth to the back of her neck, allowing her blonde hair to cover his face as he drove himself further, deeper, inside her.

“There. That’s it,” Dash grunted. “Now the three of us are connected.”

“Fuck.”

“I feel like I’m going to split in two,” Kiki gasped.

“Relax. Take another breath.” A new sense of control came over Dejon.

On his back, Dash licked Kiki’s breasts, tightening his lips around her left nipple and then her right, causing her to squirt a little over their dicks.

“I’m going to come,” Dash shouted just before he filled Kiki with his hot seed.

Dejon slowed down his anal sex tempo, watching his brother slide himself out of her folds. Withdrawing slowly, Dejon then pushed inside Kiki’s vagina for the very first time.

“Oh, Dejon. You feel so good. That’s it. Don’t stop.”

He picked up his rhythm again, fucking her hard and fast until like his brother, he drained himself inside her.

The three of them lay in bed together, limbs crossed in all angles to the point where Dejon couldn’t tell where one body began and another ended. As they drifted in and out of sleep, he sat up in bed and knew what he had to do next.
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Author: Avery Aster 
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My mind raced faster than my body could swim. I tried a few times to zone out and paddle forward. You know, get in that cardio trance where your breasts are jiggling, hair flying, and work the flip out.

Ugh. I counted every second. One, kicking my legs, two, lifting my right arm up, three, stroke, followed by left arm up, stroke.

No matter how hard I swam, my fears worsened. The water overwhelmed me. I could almost make out a thin sliver of land, way ahead of us, but it seemed far. I gotta ask. “Leon…”

He stopped and turned around to face me.

“Will we make Eden before dark?”

“No—”

“What are we gonna do?”

“The moonlight can guide us,” Leon replied in all seriousness. However to me, he sounded almost romantic. I had to put my mind into some state of fantasy. Otherwise I’d go nuts with the reality of what we were doing: swimming for our life. “Need a break?”

“Please.” I wasn’t as tired as I thought I’d be. If anything, my fears supercharged me.

He swam over, put his arms around me, and asked, “Thirsty?” 

“Ah-huh, and hungry.” Let’s not forget horny.

“Me too.” Leon brushed up me. I could’ve sworn I felt— “Sorry,” he muttered in a low voice.

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“You’re fine.” Heck, you’re more than fine. Take me. Right here. Right now.

His nose touched mine. Intent and close, we stared at each other as if we each only had one eye. I wrapped my arms, and then my legs, around him. His erection pressed up against me. Lowering my right hand, I glided my thumb against the head of his dick. Ever so slowly, with each trace of my finger over his cock, Leon’s devilish smile widened.

“Your body is tight. If you loosen your limbs, you might kick better.”

Trembling, I slipped a finger into the well of my cunt. I couldn’t help myself, Leon was right, every muscle in my body tensed. Not from the swim, but from being in his arms. He made me nervous and excited. Until meeting Leon this week, I’d never felt these urges as strongly as I did now. I held on to his shoulders, kissing him all over again.

“Maybe this will help you relax.” His hands, controlled and focused, found mine.

“Leon,” I whispered under my breath, unsure if we should.

“Let me touch you.” Kissing me, he pressed his fingers up against my g-spot. He knew exactly where to go. Even in the water, Leon hit it like a switch. Jesus!

Lip-to-lip, I whimpered into his mouth, moaning, calling out to him, “I want you.” A tingly sensation overcame the lower part of my body. “Oh, I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Mon chére.” He spoke as if in my daydream.

Just a little, right there, in the water, I came. Pulling him into me, I wasn’t going to stop. We didn’t have any condoms and I didn’t care. “Fuck me. I want you inside of me.” I needed him. I tightened my legs around his torso.

Forget the fact that we weren’t an item, let alone floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I never thought my first time would be casual.

Regardless of the formalities, being with Leon Lartique, right this very second, sharing my body with him, suddenly felt like the most meaningful thing I’d ever done. The importance of this meant more to me than graduating from Avon Porter, getting into college, or making my own money. This, right here, what we were sharing, was the truest expression of oneself.

My brain had been awake for years, in recent times so had my heart, but not until today had I thought much about my soul, about life and death. Leon touched my soul.

Today could be my last day alive. I refused to go with regrets.

“Mon chére, I’ve never…had unsafe sex before.”

“Ha! I’ve never had any kind of sex before. So skin-to-skin will be new for me too.”

The tip of his dick slid inside me. Welcoming him, I took more. My muscles contracted tight around him. “Ahhh,” I moaned, watching his face.

He found his groove in the water.

“Am I hurting you?” He pulled out, almost all the way.

“Amazing—keep going.” To show my comfort, I fell back, floating in the water.

Weightlessness surrounded us.

In long, slow strokes, he fucked me. The sunset cast shadows across his face. His skin was illuminated with amber hues of paradise. Leon spoke to me in French, caressing my breasts, saying beautiful things to me that sounded lyrical and poetic.

For a minute, I closed my eyes, taking all of this in. Hypnotic! My senses felt intoxicated in a newfound euphoria. My hair floated around me as if petals in the wind.

The water’s level rose up past my ears, over my eyelashes. Hands at my sides, they seemed unattached to the rest of me.

Leon’s grip at my torso tightened. His penetration taught. Hips pulsating faster, he was going to come. So was I. Again.

Inhaling deeply through my nose, he impaled me. Just a small oval of air at the surface circled over my face. It felt cool. The rest of me was submerged into the sea with ecstasy.

A noise, faint at first, sent a humming sensation through the water. Leon’s orgasm brought new meaning to…feeling the earth shake. Holy shit!

Suddenly Leon pulled me against him. I thought he was going to growl naughtiness in my ear, but instead he shouted, “Aeroplane!”

“What?” Disoriented, I blinked. Hearing the plane, I rubbed my eyes and asked, “Where is it coming from?”

Leon’s fingers locked with mine. Our spirits filled with hope. Together, we glanced up at the sky. A moving light, a shooting star, soared closer in our direction.

“It’s flying over us.” My mouth hung open. “Can they see us?”

“Over here!” Leon shook his arms. “Looks like your friends sent a search team after all.”

Shouting, waving our hands, we made as much noise as possible. I felt relief. Leon was right. If I believed my friends would come for us, they would, and they did.

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Avery Aster writes THE MANHATTANITES, a contemporary romantic soap opera of full length, stand alone novels, and it's juicy prequel, companion series THE UNDERGRAD YEARS. Avery's stories feature alpha billionaire, possessive, dominant, bad boys and the intelligent women who love them.

Chances are if you enjoy reading books by E.L. James, Sylvia Day, Maya Banks, Olivia Cunning, Alice Clayton, Christina Lauren, and Tara Sivec, you'll enjoy Avery's romance novels which are are available as part of Kindle Unlimited.
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Run by Eve Vaughn #SaleBlitz

19 December, 2016


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Book Title: Run 
Author: Eve Vaughn 
Genre: Dark Romance 
Release Date: September 6, 2014 
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The Hunter…
Dare O’Shaughnessy had the world in the palm of his hand. A man known and feared for his ruthlessness, his word was law. The last word he ever expected to hear was no. Until he met her.

The Prey…
Aya Smith despised the ruling class who looked down on hardworking people like her. Sick of being treated unfairly by laws that protect the wealthy and punish the poor, she takes a stand but soon realizes, she might have crossed the wrong man.

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Created as a government program to assist in the repopulation of the country when an untested drug wipes out millions of women, The Run eventually evolves into something much more sinister. Now played for the amusement of the super rich, women down on their luck find themselves the prizes of sadistic masters.

Aya is forced to volunteer for The Run, and Dare, the most sadistic of all, places her in his crosshairs. She will belong to him, body and soul. But when he catches her will she succumb to his mastery, or will he find more trouble than he bargained for?

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The Hunter meets his Prey……

Dare had anticipated this moment from the time he knew she’d signed on for The Run. Truth be told, he would have preferred that he didn’t have to expend so much energy just to have this one woman in his bed. But somehow, Aya Smith had become a bit of an obsession for him. She’d caught his eye albeit briefly even from across the street. Despite her small stature, she was the kind of person who was larger than life. She had that certain something about her that made people want to be close to her without quite knowing why.

Sure, she was attractive, but he’d had many beautiful women. It intrigued and angered him at the same time that this slip of a woman had consumed so much of his time since their initial confrontation. She’d taken over his fantasies as he imagined all the dirty things he intended to do to her.

As he stood before her, taking in the gentle swell of her curve, Dare grew rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now but he had already decided their first time together would be more than just a quick tumble on the floor. He wanted to properly savor his victory.

Dare wasn’t used to being thwarted but he couldn’t help but admire how spirited she remained despite her current circumstances. She was a dreg, the bottom of the social order. He had expected someone like to her jump at his original offer but she’d surprised him. Even as he set forth his campaign to show her she’d made a huge mistake, he’d expected her to come to him. And when she didn’t, it had surprised him. Dregs were always looking for handouts. He didn’t think she’d turned him down because of some high moral code she held. She was holding out for a higher prize. Everyone had a price. Even Aya Smith, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She made a worthy adversary, but in the end this was a war he intended to win.

She scowled at him, tapping her small foot against the hardwood floor. “Are you here to gloat?”

“I have no need to gloat. I told you what would happen in the beginning. You chose not to believe me.”

“Well congrat-freakin-lations. What do you want? Shouldn’t I be outside with the rest of the women?”

“This is one of the perks of being the boss, Aya, I get to do what I want.”

“Again, congratulations.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, obscuring his view of her chest.

“You have a lot of attitude for someone in your position, but we’ll fix that. When I have you—”

“What makes you think I’ll allow myself to be caught? Maybe, I’ll make it out.”

Dare narrowed his eyes, while he found her spirit amusing to a point, he was getting tired of her incessant backtalk. It was time to remind her of a few things. “Trust me, Aya, you will be caught. And when I have you, not only will you do what I say, you will love it.

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New York Time and USA Today Bestselling Author Eve Vaughn has enjoyed creating characters and stories from an early age. As a child she was always getting into mischief, so when she lost her television privileges (which was often), writing as her outlet. Her stories have gotten quite a bit spicier since then! When she's not writing or spending time her family, Eve is reading, baking, traveling or kicking butt in 80's trivia. She loves hearing from her readers. Eve can be contacted through her website at www.evevaughn.com
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