BOOK BLITZ: Wicked Wolves and Tangled Truths by Danielle Annett #GIVEAWAY

Wicked Wolves and Tangled Truths
Danielle Annett
(Blood and Magic: Hellbound #1)
Publication date: September 25th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Welcome to Hellbound High, where the students carry weapons and the bullies bite … hard.

I never wanted to go to this stupid school. I had a life before coming here. A Pack. People who cared about me. But all of that is torn away when my mother dies, my boyfriend cheats on me, and my very human father rips me away from the only life I’ve ever known.

I thought my life couldn’t get much worse, but Hellbound High is about to prove me wrong. Just by showing up, I’ve caught the attention of the local Alpha’s son. Goody.

He’s arrogant, stubborn, and used to getting what he wants. Sometimes that’s to get into my pants. Sometimes it’s to make my life hell. He runs hot one minute and cold the next, leaving my head spinning.

But I have bigger problems than the school’s resident hot werewolf. I’m a lone wolf in a new town, which means I have a big red target on my back.

With no Pack, no friends, and no protection, I’m about to find out just how bad things can really get …

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EXCERPT:

I can feel the anger radiating off Rafael in front of me. His eyes are narrowed, burning silver, his hands clenched into white knuckled fists at his sides, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stares Zheng down behind me like he can kill him with just a look. It’s the stare of an emerging Alpha and even I’m having a hard time standing in the face of it.

“He’s bad news, vanilla. You can’t trust him. He has no loyalty. So if I were you, I’d stay away,” Jordy says.

I suck in a breath. Loyalty is everything to a wolf. It’s how bonds are forged. To claim a shapeshifter has none is like saying he has no value.

I’m instantly angry on Zheng’s behalf. He’s been nothing but nice to me. Went out of his way in fact to be kind, something no one else at this school has bothered doing.

“He’s a shifter. Why would you say something like that?”

He shrugs giving no further explanation.

“Do what you’re told and stay away from him,” Rafael’s voice is guttural growl.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

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Praise for Wicked Wolves and Tangled Truths

“WOW!!! This was by far top reads of 2020….. absolutely freakin fantastic.” ★★★★★
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“The characters are all so believably real as they come to life right on the page.” ★★★★★
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“This story has so much more than I was expecting!” ★★★★★
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“You can’t go wrong in choosing this book to read. A very different view on werewolf romances.”
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“I absolutely love this story! It was a could not put down.” ★★★★★
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Danielle Annett is a snarky AF Latinx Author. Born and raised in sunny California, she now makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their three tiny terrors. She hates cheese—of all kinds—and yes that means she orders cheeseless pizza. She loves to talk (a lot) and is probably as extroverted as they come so feel free to shoot her a message, send a raven, throw up smoke signals. Whatever it may be. She love's chatting with readers so feel free to stalk her.

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The Guy From The Internet
Birdie Song
Publication date: November 2nd 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A sweet romance with a touch of family drama.

Holly Chee does not have her life together. She’s flip-flopped on uni courses and career choices, and somehow scared off her long-term fiancée-to-be, much to the chagrin of her immigrant parents.

But she does have her channel, where she livestreams her art from her one-bedroom Mount Lawley apartment. And she has that guy from France… assuming he’s even who he says he is.

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EXCERPT:

“I didn’t know Nick was engaged, jie,” Candy remarks over water filling the sink. At first, I pretend not to hear, but she nudges me. “Did you?”

“Yeah, I knew.”

“They haven’t even been together as long as you guys were. Are you still friends with him?”

“Not really.”

“How come?”

Oh, Candy… She has no idea. Inside, I’m busting to tell her the whole story, but the words are all tangled up inside me. She’s only fifteen. How can I possibly explain the mess that was my relationship with Nick? If she wasn’t so conscientious with the dishes, she’d see me standing here, mouth opening and closing like a fish, with a dirty fork still in my hand.

“It was too hard,” I finally manage. “Different schedules, you know?”

“Ugh, great… Now they’re wet.” She flicks water off the wrist and pushes the rainbow of yarn bracelets up her arm. She holds them up to her face and grimaces. “And they smell like prawn sambal.”

“Want help taking them off?”

“No, it’s fine. They’re already wet. Gross.” She takes my plate from me. “Why did you break up with him, jie? I thought he was really nice.”

“He, um…” Could I tell her Nick cheated on me with his now-fiancée? Even just pulling the thought together makes the back of my neck burn.

“Oh…” Candy drops the plate into the water. “You didn’t break up with him, did you?”

I won’t cry in front of my little sister. She doesn’t need to see that. My lips aren’t trembling and nothing pricks my eyes, but there’s tension in my face. I can feel it. It’s the ache that lets me know I shouldn’t try to speak, lest everything fall to pieces.

I shake my head.

She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head. “Well, it’s his loss.”

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I write sweet stories about people falling in love.

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BOOK BLITZ: Fighting for Us by Bella Emy #GIVEAWAY

Fighting for Us
Bella Emy
(Love is Worth Fighting For Series, #1)
Publication date: November 1st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

LORENZO

I had it all.

A wonderful family with a loving wife who was my world and a beautiful baby girl.

I didn’t need anything more to be rich in my eyes.

Then one day, everything changed and my world was ripped apart.

My wife, my everything, was taken from me, and I was left alone to raise our baby girl.

I was forced from late night sessions at the gym to changing diapers all by myself.

Thank God for the help I received from my parents and siblings or I would have been lost.

I accepted my fate of being alone with my baby girl and living life with just us two…

Until the day I met her, and she became everything worth fighting for.

CARISSA

Life was so perfect.

A loving fiancé, wonderful friends and family, and a job I adored.

Until one day, my world was turned upside down and the man I loved threw the promise of forever down the drain and walked out of my life.

The day he walked out of my door, I knew that everything I had ever grown up to believe in was a lie.

Love is unconditional but love sure as hell doesn’t last forever.

The vow to love me for the rest of our lives ended quickly as he pulled away from me, and buried himself in the arms of his ex.

I was left alone, cursing the male species and everyone who had found their happily ever after.

My sister and my best friend were the only ones there for me…

Until the day I met him, and he became everything worth fighting for.

**This book is part of Kisses Under The Mistletoe, a collection of 10 stand alone holiday stories from 10 authors!

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EXCERPT:

I push my cart into aisle five: baking supplies. Shannon’s birthday is tomorrow, and I’m planning on making her a birthday cake. Red velvet cheesecake.

Cheesecake. Cream cheese. I’d better go grab some before I forget. I need to head to the dairy section of the grocery store. I always leave that aisle for last because every time I’m there, I freeze. It totally doesn’t help that I’m wearing a miniskirt right now. Like what had possessed me?

Emy is supposed to be coming over for dinner, and afterward, we’re planning to head out. Shannon can’t make up her mind on whether she wants to go to the movies or go dancing. I’m hoping she picks the movies because I really don’t want to go dancing, but it is her birthday, and I will sacrifice what I need to make her happy.

I push my cart into the dairy section and scan the items. Yogurt… butter… mozzarella… cream cheese. Bingo.

Reaching to grab it, my hand brushes against another as it tries to grab the same thing.

I snap my head to the left and… holy shit. What are the odds? Out of all the freaking places to be on a typical weekday afternoon… How?

Lorenzo “Guns” Trevano is here, shopping at the same freaking grocery store as me. I’m surprised he doesn’t have people to shop for him.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, pulling back. My heart speeds and my hands tremble. I can’t believe he’s standing so close to me.

A warm smile forms on his face. “No, no. It’s my fault. Please, go ahead.”

I smile back, unable to withhold it. Slowly, I reach forward and grab two containers of cheese, still staring at him.

His smiling face turns into a puzzled expression. “That’s a lot of cream cheese,” he says. “Planning brunch for a big crowd?” Now he’s smiling again.

Suddenly realizing that I was grabbing more cheese off the shelf, I quickly stop. Somehow, two containers of cream cheese became four, four became five, and finally six. In no time, I had managed to clear the store of their entire stock of cream cheese by putting them all in my basket.

I feel my cheeks turning bright red. Way to embarrass yourself, Carissa.

“Oh, fu—” I catch myself before letting out the obscenity. “I’m sorry…” I begin placing the containers of cream cheese back.

He chuckles and holds out his hands to show he’s not offended. “May I?” he finally asks, pointing at the containers still in my hands, asking if he can have one.

“Oh, yes, of course!” I pass one to him. “You want more?”

He chuckles again. “No, no. One is quite enough, thanks.” He places it into his cart.

Of course it is, Carissa, you moron.

Who goes out to clear the supermarket of their entire stock of cream cheese? Only me. I place all but two of the containers back onto the shelf.

“I’ve seen you around before… I’m Lorenzo,” he says in a cool, sultry voice, extending his hand.

I reach and grab it. Holy fuck, what a grip. His hand is like twice the size of mine… maybe more. I don’t know, but my tiny one gets swallowed by his much larger one.

I nod. “Yes, I saw you at the match the other night. I’m Carissa. Nice to meet you.”

Now he nods and then our hands let go.

But our eyes don’t. We don’t let go of one another’s gaze, and I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable… self-conscious.

Shit, is my hair in place? Is this shirt too tight? Ugh… I hate questioning myself right now and feeling this way.

His eyes are completely eating me whole, and it seems like he’s staring at… my lips? Fuck, is my lipstick smeared? I want to pull out my pocket mirror from my purse, but it would be too obvious.

Okay, I need to take a deep breath and relax. I need to cool off. I need to remind myself he’s just another guy.

Another guy who is most likely another asshole.

Shit, a guy like him probably has women hanging all over him on a daily basis. He’s sure to be a complete heartbreaking asshole. They’re all the same, and I’m sure he’s as cocky, arrogant, and dick-headed as they all are.

I’ve had more than my share of it all, and I’m not looking for another way to get my heart broken.

I need to keep my cool and remind myself that all guys are no good. All guys are pricks only looking for one thing.

He breaks my train of thought with his next words. “Well, I don’t mean to hold you up. I’m sure you have places to be.” He pauses for a second, staring at my mouth again for a bit too long. “It was nice officially meeting you, Carissa.”

Damn, the way he said my name…

Nodding, I respond, “Likewise.”

Our eyes continue to take one another in, but something deep inside me is causing heat to form deep in my core.

Fuck, he’s hot. His smoldering look, burning into me… his sexy grin… He’s igniting a fire within me I’m not sure I can control.

Dammit, Carissa. Get your shit together. Focus…

Remember, he’s no good for you. He’s an asshole, only looking for one thing.

Okay, sure, all guys are pricks, assholes, and shitheads only looking for one thing, but something about the way he bores his gaze into me is making it really hard for me to follow the rules I set aside for myself.

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The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
(The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant, #5)
Publication date: October 31st 2020
Genres: Adult, Mystery, Romance

From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes the FINAL vampire-mystery-slash-romance-slash-adventure about a librarian and her trusty vampire assistant, The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant, Book 5.

(Yes, yes. Still a standalone. Yippy! You don’t have to go back and read all four books. But don’t ya kinda wanna?)

NEVER HIRE A HANDSOME VAMPIRE!

MIRIAM MURPHY loves being a librarian. It’s all she’s ever wanted—to eat, breathe, and sleep books. But when she hired Michael, a handsome college student, she had no idea he was a four-hundred-year-old vampire and that inviting him into her life would result in her becoming one too. But not before he knocked her up and broke her heart.

Now Miriam is a single mother, all alone in a new world with a new vampire body. And someone’s trying to kill her. Who? Why? She has no real enemies.

If only Michael would help. After all, he’s the vampire king now. And this is one mystery she can’t solve on her own.

NEVER FALL FOR A LIBRARIAN!

MICHAEL VANDERHORST knows he’s changed. He can no longer love or laugh or enjoy hot peppers like he used to. But being an unfeeling, ruthless vampire is what it takes to rule the deadliest bloodsuckers on the planet. It’s the only way to keep humankind safe.

Problem is, his enemies know the librarian and his daughter are special to him. They are his to protect, even if he’s incapable of feeling love.

But when danger comes knocking at Miriam’s library door, he must choose between solving the biggest mystery of his existence and the woman he swore to protect.

What’s a vampire king to do?

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My parents started this library and filled it with millions of dollars of books. Three floors. Open in the middle—same as our house—overlooking the main floor. When I wasn’t in school or training to be a Keeper, I was here, losing myself in books. I think I always knew I wanted to be a librarian, but it just took a while to work up the courage to tell my family. Of course, when I did, they acted like I’d told them I wanted to be a porn star or bank robber.

To this day, I don’t regret my choice, but I do regret how my parents were murdered before I could convince them that choosing another path in life didn’t mean I hated them. They died thinking the worst of me, and for that, I don’t think I’ll ever feel closure.

I pull into the parking lot to the side of my library and immediately go for my crossbow. The big one this time. Bertha.

There are four black SUVs in the lot and two parked out front on the busy street at the meters. I know it isn’t Nice, which is why I grab the chocolate-tipped arrow. I make them myself with pure cocoa powder and a flour paste so the tip hardens just enough to penetrate the skin. Vampire skin.

Chocolate is a narcotic for us. Give us enough, and it’ll kill, whereas a small dose has the same effect as alcohol. I’ve yet to sample any since being turned because I’ve been alone with Stella and must be on my guard. Mommy can’t get a chocolate chip cookie buzz until she finds a ninja sitter.

I take my crossbow and exit my Hummer. I might be a librarian, but when it comes to defending my child, I’m a one-woman army. Ready to kick fangs or asses. The ill-fitting, disheveled clothes I wear—below-the-knee skirts, moth-eaten sweaters, and granny glasses—are merely a disguise. Today I have on a wrinkled white blouse, plain tan pants, and a black cardigan that’s all stretched out. People see me and think I couldn’t harm a fly or fight my way out of a paper bag. All part of my Keeper upbringing. Unfortunately, my natural clumsiness is genuine, and so is my lack of love for violence. I can fight, and fight well. It’s just not something that comes naturally or that I enjoy. Even when I was Nice’s prisoner, fear always held me back. And he knew just how to use it to keep me tethered to his side, reading bad poetry, helping him shop online for ruffled shirts, telling him how much I admired his wiry body and long black locks.

The man is a monster.

At least I wasn’t mistreated sexually. Mr. Nice has a rule about not sleeping with humans (apparently they’re too fragile for his bedroom games), but he kept Stella from me. Those are years lost with my daughter, and I’ll never get them back. For that, he’ll pay.

How?

I’m not sure yet, but it’s coming. His day of reckoning for separating me from Michael and then my child, for driving Michael to become a cold-hearted vampire, and for turning me is coming. I love to read, and I’ve always believed a story is only as good as the bad guy. But in real life? The only good bad guy is a dead bad guy. This librarian is coming for you, Nice.

Now for this guy!

Bertha in hand, I pull on the front door of my library. My eyes meet his, and my heart starts hammering against my rib cage, like it’s calling out to him in longing. The sensation jars me and, in some way, shames me. I know he can hear it. Just like I can hear the lack of beating inside his chest. He couldn’t care less about seeing me. He feels nothing.

“What do you want, Michael?” I growl, keeping my weapon pointed at the ground. I know his guards are all around us, waiting to pounce.

“What do I want?” He points to his broad chest, and I try not to notice how good his tall, lean, muscular frame looks in his tailored black suit. Michael Vanderhorst was born over four hundred years ago, but if you saw him walking down the street today, you’d wonder where the Armani shoot was. And I’m not talking runway. I’m talking Christmastime cologne commercial. You know, the ripped, oiled-down guy with deep olive skin in a tight white Speedo, diving into a pristine turquoise ocean. Yeah. That Armani.

Despite being a vampire, Michael is everything hard and male and seductive, with a face that never ages. One look into those dark eyes, and you’re lost forever.

“Yes,” I repeat, “what do you want?”

“You summoned me,” he says in that deep, authoritative voice that doesn’t fit his youthful appearance. It was the one thing that first tipped me off about him not being human. No twenty-year-old I’ve ever met has a voice that can make my toes tingle.

I raise my crossbow and point it at his groin.

“What are you doing?” he growls with those sexy lips.

“I know you have at least a dozen guards surrounding me. Consider it my insurance.”

Michael unfolds his arms. “Mir-librarian-woman, you sent five of my men home in a shoebox. I hardly think you are the one at risk.”

I frown. “What are you talking about?” And why is he calling me Mir-librarian-woman?

His dark eyes narrow in puzzlement. “Please tell me it was you who summoned me.”

I blink, catching on to the situation.

Someone pretending to be me asked him to come here.

I hear a click somewhere in the room. Oh crap!

Before I can scream “run,” Michael charges faster than my new vampire eyes can register.

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MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a New York Times bestselling author who’s sold over one million books around the world. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dreams.

Mimi lives with her Latin lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and their three spunky dragons (really, just very tiny dogs with big attitudes) Snowy, Mini, and Mack, in the vampire-unfriendly state of Arizona.

She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.

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Leather and Lace
Magen Cubed
(Southern Gothic Series, #1)
Publication date: February 16th 2021
Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Falling in love with a vampire bites—and sometimes loving a human bites back.

Dorian Villeneuve is an unlucky vampire from the slums of Devil’s Row. He makes ends meet for himself and his emotional support Chihuahua by working sleazy bars and nightclubs, doing what it takes to get by. Cash Leroy is a monster hunter from East Texas with a golden voice and an unrivaled devotion to Stevie Nicks. Hunting does not leave time for friends, let alone love.

When their paths cross during a bloody run-in with the vampire mob, Cash upends Dorian’s life—and takes Dorian under his wing to teach how to hunt monsters.

The unlikely pair become partners, and soon, best friends. However, their deepening bond grows complicated when Dorian falls in love with Cash. Their friendship is too important to throw away over an interspecies attraction, especially in a career that is already nasty, brutish, and short.

And things become even more complicated when Cash finds himself returning the vampire’s affections.

When an unusually deadly case lands in the hunters’ laps, their ill-fated affair takes a backseat. A pair of man-eating weredeer are on the loose taking victims’ hearts. With the pressure on to end the killing spree, Dorian and Cash must set aside their feelings and hunt down the blood-thirsty deer.

Can Dorian and Cash’s friendship survive this monstrous romance, or will they lose their hearts in the process?

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Magen Cubed is an Eisner-nominated writer, essayist, and occasional critic, best known for her queer monster-hunting urban fantasy/paranormal romance series SOUTHERN GOTHIC. She has appeared in the critically acclaimed TWISTED ROMANCE comics anthology from Image Comics and has bylines on the award-winning Women Write About Comics. Magen lives in Florida with her girlfriend Melissa and a little dog named Cecil.

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The Prince’s Bride
J.J. McAvoy
(The Prince’s Bride, #1)
Publication date: October 29th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

He is a spoiled playboy prince whose family is in desperate need of money.

She’s an American heiress who can only get her inheritance through marriage.

According to their families they are a perfect match.

According to each other, arranged marriages have no place in modern times and this could not possibly work.

But Prince Galahad “Gale” of Ersovia is bound by duty to obey the crown anyway.

Odette Wyntor doesn’t give a damn, she doesn’t want to get married.

Can he change her mind?

Can she even handle what it means to be royal, if he did?

The Prince’s Bride is Part 1 of a 2 part series.

Part 2 arrives a month later.

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EXCERPT:

“Oh, right, I bet you have a lot of exes that would try to destroy me or something.”

Damn.

“You do!” She pointed at me, grinning like she’d won the lottery.

“They would not try to destroy you. They would be jealous, of course, but still.” My past was a little more recent, but it was still the past. “I bet you have men that would want to kill me, too.”

She shook her head and shrugged. “All my exes are married now.”

“Just because they are married does not mean they do not still want you.” Some of mine were married when I met them. But I was not going to admit that, or she really would just get up and walk away.

She snickered. “You have no idea how good I am at burning bridges.”

“Then tell me.”

“Oh, also”—she was very good at changing the subject—“we don’t even know if we will like each other. What if we can’t stand each other?”

“We don’t even know if we will like each other. What if we can’t stand each other?”

“We are doing fine, now, aren’t we?”

“Today doesn’t count.”

“Why?”

“Because…just because,” she grumbled with her eyes closed.

“That’s very clear.”

“Shut up.”

I snickered.

“You’re laughing at me, but I’m serious. You came all the way here, but what if you hate me? More importantly, what if I hate you?”

More importantly. “How about you and I get to know each other more while I’m here.” That was originally my goal, but something had shifted in the last twenty-four hours.

“Get to know each other?” She grimaced against the pillow. “That sounds like dating.”

“Yes, I believe that is what the commoners call it.”

“Dating sucks. It’s too stressful. You’re always trying so hard to make the best first impression or say the right thing.”

“You are very difficult. You know that, right? You will not agree just to get married, but you also dislike dating.”

She smiled, partially asleep. “I know. My mom is always annoyed with me about it. Are you giving up on me already, Your Highness?”

“For the sake of my country and pride, I refuse.”

“Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

Author Bio:

J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada and graduated from Carleton University in 2016 with an honour's degree in Humanities. She is the oldest of three and has loved writing for years. She is inspired by everything from Shakespearean tragedies to current culture. Her novels hope to push boundaries and allow readers to look at the world from another perspective. Please feel free to stay in touch with her via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and youtube, where she video blogs.

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Instant Heat
A.K. MacBride
(Breathing Hearts, #1)
Publication date: October 28th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

One night.

One bet.

And now my world is turned upside down.

Apparently, you’re not supposed to fall for the rebound guy.

Guess I didn’t get the memo, because the first man I jump into bed with happens to be the one who sparks a flame inside my heart.

With his rakish charm and Irish accent, he steals my sanity and inhibitions.

It’s not long before I’m dreaming of something more than a quick fling.

The problem?

Griffin Gallagher happens to be the one man my brother despises.

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“Rae,” Briana’s voice drew my attention. “We are worried about you.” She leaned forward; her face deadly serious. “You know,” she said with her lips pressed together as if she was about to divulge some secret. “Use it or lose it.”

Laughter bubbled from the pit of my stomach and didn’t stop coming until tears slid down my cheeks, and my ribs ached. “Are you serious right now?” I managed while I tried to catch my breath.

“She has a point,” Lacy added, her face solemn. “What if you forget how to do it.”

“Oh my goodness.” I shook my head in disbelief. “How much have the two of you had to drink?” My narrowed gaze flicked from one to the other. “I’m positive that I will not forget how to have sex.”

Briana’s slender shoulder rose and fell in a small shrug. “Only one way to find out.” The competitive side of me stood up and took notice of the hint of challenge in her voice. “I’ll bet you fifty bucks that you can’t pick up a guy and leave with him.”

“Oooooh, I want in on this.” Lacy smacked her palm against the surface of the table.

“You have lost your damn minds.”

Sitting up a bit straighter, Brie smiled sweetly before she said, “Okay, what about this: if you manage to leave with a guy tonight, we’ll stop setting you up.”

The smug look on both their faces had me saying, “You’re on,” before my brain had time to comprehend this was probably a bad idea.

“Let’s make this interesting.” Lacy tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. “Brie and I choose the guy.” When I tilted my head and eyed her suspiciously, she added, “Oh come on, you know we actually want you to get laid. Besides, our douche-meter is a little more accurate than yours.”

Ouch, that stung. She wasn’t wrong, though. Brie and Lacy had hated Rob from the get-go. They’d said he’d been too smooth, but I’d been too smitten to listen.

“That guy!” Briana jumped to her feet and not-so-subtly pointed toward someone.

Being as short as I was, I had no hope of spotting whoever she was pointing at from my perch. Pushing out of my seat, I followed her gaze and index finger and almost choked. “Oh hell, no! Are you freaking crazy?” I shook my head vehemently. Somewhere out there, there was a woman who thought the pot-bellied, bald-headed look was sexy as all hell. That woman wasn’t me though.

Author Bio:

Author of romances that leave you with ALL the feels.

She likes her coffee big and strong and her chocolate sinfully dark.

Living in a small town in South Africa, she's afforded the luxury of being surrounded by mountains and waking up to birds singing their morning songs.

In addition to her coffee and chocolate obsession, she can't say no to cheesecake or pastry.

When she is not creating emotional reads that tug on heartstrings, she's busy being a wife to her best friend and a mom to a sassy little girl (whom she wouldn't want any other way).

She just so happens to love stalkers, so visit her website www.akmacbride.com to see all the different ways you can get your stalk on.

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