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September 23, 2024
Rags to Royals!
Rags to Royals, the next book in the Royals Gone Rogue series (connected stand alones...you can read them in any order!) is coming October 2nd!
He's a pining playboy prince who has been searching for her for almost two years. And now he's found her and not only does he want another chance...he now needs a...wife! ;)
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, shaking my head.
His hands cup my face, and his thumbs move over my cheeks. He gives me a small smile. “Really? You can’t believe it?”
“It’s been a long time. You should’ve moved on.”
“I don’t think that’s how this works.”
“One-night stands? Getting dumped?” But my voice lacks the snark I really should be using.
“We both know you didn’t dump me.”
“Then what was that sneaking out the next morning?”
“Running scared.”
I suppose princes are born with a little extra ego. I cock an eyebrow. “Scared of what?”
“Falling in love in less than seventy-two hours could freak someone out.”
I immediately start shaking my head, but he’s holding me so I can’t move much. See, this love thing is the whole problem. He told me he was falling and I…okay, I freaked out. “You’re not in love with me.”
He studies me for a long moment.
Then he leans in and kisses me.
I probably should’ve seen that coming. But as soon as his lips touch mine, I have no choice but to kiss him back.
The heat between us arcs, sudden and sharp. Like someone touched a match to fuse. One of his hands tunnels into my hair, I arch closer, our mouths open, and our tongues tangle.
His other hand slips to my ass, pulling me up against him fully. My hands find his shirt and I am suddenly gripping it at the shoulders, trying to pull him in closer.
Just as suddenly he rears back. He doesn’t let me go though. He stares at me, taking in how fast I’m breathing, no doubt the flush to my cheeks and how my eyes have dilated.
Finally he says, “You didn’t lie about that.” His voice is rough.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “No.”
There’s no way I could have faked my physical response to him, and I won’t try to pretend otherwise.
Grab it now in ebook on Amazon (and in Kindle Unlimited), paperback, and audio (coming soon)!
amazon.com/Rags-Royals-Gone-Rogue-Boo...
He's a pining playboy prince who has been searching for her for almost two years. And now he's found her and not only does he want another chance...he now needs a...wife! ;)
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, shaking my head.
His hands cup my face, and his thumbs move over my cheeks. He gives me a small smile. “Really? You can’t believe it?”
“It’s been a long time. You should’ve moved on.”
“I don’t think that’s how this works.”
“One-night stands? Getting dumped?” But my voice lacks the snark I really should be using.
“We both know you didn’t dump me.”
“Then what was that sneaking out the next morning?”
“Running scared.”
I suppose princes are born with a little extra ego. I cock an eyebrow. “Scared of what?”
“Falling in love in less than seventy-two hours could freak someone out.”
I immediately start shaking my head, but he’s holding me so I can’t move much. See, this love thing is the whole problem. He told me he was falling and I…okay, I freaked out. “You’re not in love with me.”
He studies me for a long moment.
Then he leans in and kisses me.
I probably should’ve seen that coming. But as soon as his lips touch mine, I have no choice but to kiss him back.
The heat between us arcs, sudden and sharp. Like someone touched a match to fuse. One of his hands tunnels into my hair, I arch closer, our mouths open, and our tongues tangle.
His other hand slips to my ass, pulling me up against him fully. My hands find his shirt and I am suddenly gripping it at the shoulders, trying to pull him in closer.
Just as suddenly he rears back. He doesn’t let me go though. He stares at me, taking in how fast I’m breathing, no doubt the flush to my cheeks and how my eyes have dilated.
Finally he says, “You didn’t lie about that.” His voice is rough.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “No.”
There’s no way I could have faked my physical response to him, and I won’t try to pretend otherwise.
Grab it now in ebook on Amazon (and in Kindle Unlimited), paperback, and audio (coming soon)!
amazon.com/Rags-Royals-Gone-Rogue-Boo...
January 15, 2023
Rocked Bayou!
Rocked Bayou, Badges of the Bayou book three!
✓Bodyguard romance
✓Grumpy-sunshine
✓Broody dirty-talking Irishman
✓Forced proximity
✓Curvy heroine
✓Age-gap (7 years)
✓Super fun bromances
♥
“Okay, so what’s the plan?”
Obviously, she was going to let him take the lead. Which was definitely how he preferred things. “First rule, we’re going to have to act very close. Like we've been close for a while.”
She nodded.
“Like we've been physically intimate,” he said to emphasize his point.
She nodded again, seemingly not fazed. “Obviously.”
“So we probably should go over some specifics.”
“Specifics like what?”
“Like that I need…your consent.” So that sounded awkward as fuck out loud.
But again, she barely hesitated. “You have it.”
“I haven't even asked you for anything.”
She took a step closer. “Colin, I completely trust you. Whatever you need to do, I'm in. You have my consent to do anything.”
His body tightened in response to that. There were several things his cock thought he needed to do at least, and the idea of having her all in, just completely trusting him, letting him lead the way.... Jesus. This was dangerous. Having this woman's consent to do whatever he wanted to and with her was like a dream come true and a nightmare all rolled into one.
She. Was. A. Client.
Basically.
Just because she wasn’t paying them at the moment, his responsibility was to keep her safe. And he was more or less on a job interview tonight, right?
He took a breath and attempted to pull his shit together. “Okay, that helps. You trusting me is really important. There might be moments where I can only give you instructions without explanation.”
“I get that,” she said. “I’ll cooperate.”
“And there might be times I have to just do something without any words at all. And…explain later.”
She nodded. “Got it.”
“So…is there anything you absolutely can’t tolerate? Any triggers? Phobias?”
She lifted her brows. “Give me an example.”
“Total darkness. Having your face covered. Certain smells. People touching your hair. Anything like that you can think of?”
Hayden was staring at him, but Colin could tell it was not in fear, but fascination. He was grateful that she seemed to be carefully considering what he’d asked. Finally, she shook her head. “I honestly can’t think of anything.”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“No. Not that I’m aware of.”
“Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch you?”
She didn’t even think about that one. “No.”
Again, his body reacted. He stubbornly focused on the conversation. “You’re sure? No spots that are off-limits? Anywhere you’re ticklish?”
“No. I mean, I’m a little ticklish. Like anyone. But there’s nowhere that I don’t want you to touch me.”
His pulse hammered in his veins. He moved in closer. She was going to have to get used to him being close to her. Very close. And this would help emphasize what he was asking about and help him gauge her reactions. He needed to be sure. She might be trying to spare his feelings, or she really might not be aware of things that might, in the moment, make her uncomfortable.
“I have to play your boyfriend tonight. Someone who knows you well and who’s been close to you. Naked with you. Who’s seen and touched and tasted you,” he said, letting his voice drop. It wasn’t intentional, but he didn’t fight it when his voice got husky. “If I touch you and you stiffen up, reflexively pull away, act skittish, and he’s watching, he’ll notice.”
She didn’t lean away. In fact, she stepped closer. “Colin, I honestly can't think of a single place where you could touch me that I wouldn’t like it.”
Grab it here!
https://erinnicholas.com/books/rocked...
✓Bodyguard romance
✓Grumpy-sunshine
✓Broody dirty-talking Irishman
✓Forced proximity
✓Curvy heroine
✓Age-gap (7 years)
✓Super fun bromances
♥
“Okay, so what’s the plan?”
Obviously, she was going to let him take the lead. Which was definitely how he preferred things. “First rule, we’re going to have to act very close. Like we've been close for a while.”
She nodded.
“Like we've been physically intimate,” he said to emphasize his point.
She nodded again, seemingly not fazed. “Obviously.”
“So we probably should go over some specifics.”
“Specifics like what?”
“Like that I need…your consent.” So that sounded awkward as fuck out loud.
But again, she barely hesitated. “You have it.”
“I haven't even asked you for anything.”
She took a step closer. “Colin, I completely trust you. Whatever you need to do, I'm in. You have my consent to do anything.”
His body tightened in response to that. There were several things his cock thought he needed to do at least, and the idea of having her all in, just completely trusting him, letting him lead the way.... Jesus. This was dangerous. Having this woman's consent to do whatever he wanted to and with her was like a dream come true and a nightmare all rolled into one.
She. Was. A. Client.
Basically.
Just because she wasn’t paying them at the moment, his responsibility was to keep her safe. And he was more or less on a job interview tonight, right?
He took a breath and attempted to pull his shit together. “Okay, that helps. You trusting me is really important. There might be moments where I can only give you instructions without explanation.”
“I get that,” she said. “I’ll cooperate.”
“And there might be times I have to just do something without any words at all. And…explain later.”
She nodded. “Got it.”
“So…is there anything you absolutely can’t tolerate? Any triggers? Phobias?”
She lifted her brows. “Give me an example.”
“Total darkness. Having your face covered. Certain smells. People touching your hair. Anything like that you can think of?”
Hayden was staring at him, but Colin could tell it was not in fear, but fascination. He was grateful that she seemed to be carefully considering what he’d asked. Finally, she shook her head. “I honestly can’t think of anything.”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“No. Not that I’m aware of.”
“Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch you?”
She didn’t even think about that one. “No.”
Again, his body reacted. He stubbornly focused on the conversation. “You’re sure? No spots that are off-limits? Anywhere you’re ticklish?”
“No. I mean, I’m a little ticklish. Like anyone. But there’s nowhere that I don’t want you to touch me.”
His pulse hammered in his veins. He moved in closer. She was going to have to get used to him being close to her. Very close. And this would help emphasize what he was asking about and help him gauge her reactions. He needed to be sure. She might be trying to spare his feelings, or she really might not be aware of things that might, in the moment, make her uncomfortable.
“I have to play your boyfriend tonight. Someone who knows you well and who’s been close to you. Naked with you. Who’s seen and touched and tasted you,” he said, letting his voice drop. It wasn’t intentional, but he didn’t fight it when his voice got husky. “If I touch you and you stiffen up, reflexively pull away, act skittish, and he’s watching, he’ll notice.”
She didn’t lean away. In fact, she stepped closer. “Colin, I honestly can't think of a single place where you could touch me that I wouldn’t like it.”
Grab it here!
https://erinnicholas.com/books/rocked...
October 10, 2022
Bayou With Benefits
Bayou With Benefits
His phone dinged with another text.
It was his sister.
Naomi:𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴-𝘶𝘱.
Michael stopped walking and waited. Naomi was giving him a heads-up about something exactly when she knew he’d be getting home.
Naomi: 𝘈𝘮𝘪'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Michael felt his heart trip, his stomach flip, and his whole body get a little weak. He’d known she would come back eventually. He just hadn't known how long it would take. And he hadn't known if he would be ready.
But like a switch had flipped, everything in him was suddenly straining to find her, see her, touch her, tell her all the things he needed to say.
He dropped his bag to the ground and texted back simply, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
He was already pulling his keys out of his pocket and preparing to head to her sister’s or grandmother’s house.
Naomi: 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.
Michael froze. His heart squeezed. His eyes went to the front door of his house. She was 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? Then he looked at the car. Pieces began slipping into place. Theo picking Andre up. The absence of Naomi and Donovan's truck.
He grabbed his bag and started for the front door. He heard another ding on his phone, but he ignored it. Nothing else mattered. Ami was here at his house. And no one else was.
He pushed the front door open harder than necessary, and it banged against the wall. He grabbed it as it bounced back, slamming it shut. He tossed his bag and was already to the kitchen doorway by the time she made it to the same spot.
She nearly ran into his chest.
She pulled up. And her eyes went wide. “Oh.”
He moved closer, and she took a couple of steps back. Michael could only imagine how he looked. His jaw was tight, his heart was pounding, and he probably looked like a man who was about to claim the woman he loved and hadn't seen in almost four months.
Because that was exactly what he was.
ღ
✔ friends to lovers
✔ firefighter
✔ single dad
✔ longing, pining, and slow burn goodness 🥰
✔ Ellie & Leo
✔ cameos!
✔ more Colin and JD! 😁
GRAB IT HERE➜ https://books2read.com/Bayou-With-Ben...
ADD to your WANT TO READ shelf!➜ bit.ly/Bayou-With-Benefits-GR
His phone dinged with another text.
It was his sister.
Naomi:𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴-𝘶𝘱.
Michael stopped walking and waited. Naomi was giving him a heads-up about something exactly when she knew he’d be getting home.
Naomi: 𝘈𝘮𝘪'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Michael felt his heart trip, his stomach flip, and his whole body get a little weak. He’d known she would come back eventually. He just hadn't known how long it would take. And he hadn't known if he would be ready.
But like a switch had flipped, everything in him was suddenly straining to find her, see her, touch her, tell her all the things he needed to say.
He dropped his bag to the ground and texted back simply, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
He was already pulling his keys out of his pocket and preparing to head to her sister’s or grandmother’s house.
Naomi: 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.
Michael froze. His heart squeezed. His eyes went to the front door of his house. She was 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? Then he looked at the car. Pieces began slipping into place. Theo picking Andre up. The absence of Naomi and Donovan's truck.
He grabbed his bag and started for the front door. He heard another ding on his phone, but he ignored it. Nothing else mattered. Ami was here at his house. And no one else was.
He pushed the front door open harder than necessary, and it banged against the wall. He grabbed it as it bounced back, slamming it shut. He tossed his bag and was already to the kitchen doorway by the time she made it to the same spot.
She nearly ran into his chest.
She pulled up. And her eyes went wide. “Oh.”
He moved closer, and she took a couple of steps back. Michael could only imagine how he looked. His jaw was tight, his heart was pounding, and he probably looked like a man who was about to claim the woman he loved and hadn't seen in almost four months.
Because that was exactly what he was.
ღ
✔ friends to lovers
✔ firefighter
✔ single dad
✔ longing, pining, and slow burn goodness 🥰
✔ Ellie & Leo
✔ cameos!
✔ more Colin and JD! 😁
GRAB IT HERE➜ https://books2read.com/Bayou-With-Ben...
ADD to your WANT TO READ shelf!➜ bit.ly/Bayou-With-Benefits-GR
September 9, 2022
Gotta Be Bayou--Four Days!!
I'm so excited to be starting this new series!
It feels so good to be back in my favorite world of the Louisiana bayou and my favorite little town of Autre, with all the fun, familiarity of the places and people I know and love. But to have new people to get to know and to watch fall in love and figure out forever...*happy sigh* that's such a different rush.
Max and Spencer were a delight. I met them in Say It Like You Mane It (no, you don't have to read that book to read theirs... they show up as friends of the main (mane? ;) ) couple...) and I knew that they would be fun. The sparks, the snark, the...wait, a minute...there's grumpiness here and high walls and a lot of "I don't want that lovey dovey stuff" but... hold on...it was coming from HER!
I mean, yes, Spencer put on a show. He tried to fight it, sure. But he was gone, hard and fast. It might have taken him a second to realize it, but I saw it (and you will too) right away.
Max was different. She's a lone wolf. For good reason. She's funny and smart and likes Spencer--well, when he's not trying to boss her around which is...okay, kind of a lot of the time-- but cuddling and getting cozy and going on dates and all of that? Um...she not only doesn't think she wants that. She's not so sure she'd be good at it. She's had no practice. And no real roles models.
Watching Spencer turn his expectations and perspectives upside down because this fiery little redhead gets *so* under his skin was very fun and yes, swoony. I don't use that term lightly.
I hope you're excited for a new Autre chapter! Yes, it feels a little different, but I promise, from the baby goats to the life advice at Ellie's bar, you will feel right at home!
And if you're new to me and this bayou world, this is the perfect place to jump in! Sure, the water's a little muddy and there might be gators ;), but you're never alone in Autre. We've got your back!
Want to check it out early?
I've got 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!
➔https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-Ch-One
And you haven't read their 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, yet?
Oh, let me help you out with that! Even with bonus content!!
➔https://bit.ly/Bayou-Tonight-and-Bonu...
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!
➔Amz: https://amzn.to/3yxeyNW
➔Apple: https://apple.co/3sMehDN
➔nook: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-nook
➔Kobo: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-kobo
➔GP: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-GP
➔Signed Paperback: https://etsy.me/3enEogJ
➔Paperback:https://amzn.to/3yxeyNW
➔Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-Goodreads
Audio in production!
It feels so good to be back in my favorite world of the Louisiana bayou and my favorite little town of Autre, with all the fun, familiarity of the places and people I know and love. But to have new people to get to know and to watch fall in love and figure out forever...*happy sigh* that's such a different rush.
Max and Spencer were a delight. I met them in Say It Like You Mane It (no, you don't have to read that book to read theirs... they show up as friends of the main (mane? ;) ) couple...) and I knew that they would be fun. The sparks, the snark, the...wait, a minute...there's grumpiness here and high walls and a lot of "I don't want that lovey dovey stuff" but... hold on...it was coming from HER!
I mean, yes, Spencer put on a show. He tried to fight it, sure. But he was gone, hard and fast. It might have taken him a second to realize it, but I saw it (and you will too) right away.
Max was different. She's a lone wolf. For good reason. She's funny and smart and likes Spencer--well, when he's not trying to boss her around which is...okay, kind of a lot of the time-- but cuddling and getting cozy and going on dates and all of that? Um...she not only doesn't think she wants that. She's not so sure she'd be good at it. She's had no practice. And no real roles models.
Watching Spencer turn his expectations and perspectives upside down because this fiery little redhead gets *so* under his skin was very fun and yes, swoony. I don't use that term lightly.
I hope you're excited for a new Autre chapter! Yes, it feels a little different, but I promise, from the baby goats to the life advice at Ellie's bar, you will feel right at home!
And if you're new to me and this bayou world, this is the perfect place to jump in! Sure, the water's a little muddy and there might be gators ;), but you're never alone in Autre. We've got your back!
Want to check it out early?
I've got 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!
➔https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-Ch-One
And you haven't read their 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, yet?
Oh, let me help you out with that! Even with bonus content!!
➔https://bit.ly/Bayou-Tonight-and-Bonu...
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!
➔Amz: https://amzn.to/3yxeyNW
➔Apple: https://apple.co/3sMehDN
➔nook: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-nook
➔Kobo: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-kobo
➔GP: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-GP
➔Signed Paperback: https://etsy.me/3enEogJ
➔Paperback:https://amzn.to/3yxeyNW
➔Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/Gotta-Be-Bayou-Goodreads
Audio in production!
September 3, 2022
A hot, grumpy-sunny, opposites attract, sexy small town rom com!
Gotta Be Bayou
Spencer Landry was a lot of things. But simple wasn't one of them. He wasn't easy to define in any way. He had come into her life very unconventionally as the friend and cousin of her best friend's boyfriend. Max and Spencer had had immediate chemistry and a definite flirtation when they'd worked together.
Then they'd gone months before seeing each other again at Charlie and Griffin’s wedding. Where they’d flirted again. There’d been a kiss, and a hot make-out session that probably would've turned into more if he hadn't been too drunk.
Then he’d showed up on her doorstep the next day to apologize for being a cocky asshole. And had further cemented the fact that he was a cocky asshole.
But a cocky asshole who was really good in bed.
And now he was here. Not just here—and not here trying to win her over, or even try to get her into bed again—but he was here 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Yes, a bomb threat was kind of a big deal. But there was definitely something about him that seemed… wound up. More than she would expect a typical FBI agent to be at a potential victim's house. Especially when all was well. She'd like to think that all law enforcement cared about all victims, but she knew better. If nothing else, they were objective. Spencer Landry did not seem objective right now.
And it was making her heart beat fast.
He seemed legitimately freaked out. He'd used those words. And that was doing something to her. Something stupid.
It was softening her up.
“You're going to stay with me until we find this guy?” She took a deep breath. “This seems like a terrible idea.” An idea that she kind of liked.
Which made it a really terrible idea.
“It makes a lot of sense. You are a target, and the guy is still out there walking around. Until we find him, it makes sense for you to have someone
protecting you.”
“Is this standard operating procedure?”
“I would prefer if you didn't ask me questions like that.”
Well, that wasn’t an answer. “Because it's a secret operating procedure?”
“Because I don't want to answer the question.”
Ah. She had no idea what standard operating procedure for the FBI was in cases like this, but she was not that interested in delving into the details, maybe for the first time in her life. Maybe because she would find out that it𝘸𝘢𝘴 standard procedure. Which would take some of the stomach-flipping-this-is-kind-of-exciting-that-Spencer-wants-to-protect-me stuff away. Or maybe she would find out that it was not standard procedure, which would make things more confusing.
One of the reasons Max was an outstanding investigative journalist was because details were her catnip. She always wanted to know more about every situation. Who, what, when, where, and why were how she lived her life. But she was going to let this one go. That told her a lot about how she felt about Spencer.
“Well, you seem to have a hard time with how I 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 and being close to my bedroom and seeing me in a towel.” She liked all of that. Maybe because seeing Spencer tortured was fun. Maybe because it had been a long time since she’d affected a man who affected her right back. But probably because torturing Spencer was fun. “So this could be awkward,” she pointed out.
“We’re going to Autre,” he said simply.
She frowned and processed his answer. “Autre? Why?”
“Because you don't live there. You're not from there. It would be hard for someone who doesn't know you well to trace you to that town. And because you’ll be surrounded by people I trust implicitly who can help watch your back.”
“I need a whole army of people watching my back?”
“It won't hurt.”
Autre, Louisiana, was a little town down by the bayou. Spencer's family was from there. She wasn’t completely clear on his direct tie to the town, but she knew some of his cousins lived there. She’d met them at the wedding where Spencer had kissed the hell out of her and they'd barely kept their clothes on.
It was only about a twenty-five-minute drive from New Orleans. It was a charming little town, and the people there, especially the Landry family, were an interesting, rowdy, fun, and loving bunch.
Would she feel safe there? Absolutely.
Was this a complete overreaction on Spencer's part? Definitely.
What did it mean that Spencer was overreacting about her safety? She had no idea.
“So we’re going to go to Autre together? Because you think that's the safest place for me to be so that you have help protecting me. And you're going to stay there with me?”
Spencer nodded. “Pretty much.”
“How are you going to work on this case while we’re there?”
“I won't be working on this case. Conflict of interest.”
She frowned. “How is it a conflict of interest?”
“I'm sleeping with the target.”
She ignored the way her pink panties said 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘰! “You are not. You have in the past, but that was before she was a target.”
“I'm going to be staying in very close confines with her.”
“I’m adding presumptuous to your list of character flaws,” Max said dryly.
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Spencer Landry was a lot of things. But simple wasn't one of them. He wasn't easy to define in any way. He had come into her life very unconventionally as the friend and cousin of her best friend's boyfriend. Max and Spencer had had immediate chemistry and a definite flirtation when they'd worked together.
Then they'd gone months before seeing each other again at Charlie and Griffin’s wedding. Where they’d flirted again. There’d been a kiss, and a hot make-out session that probably would've turned into more if he hadn't been too drunk.
Then he’d showed up on her doorstep the next day to apologize for being a cocky asshole. And had further cemented the fact that he was a cocky asshole.
But a cocky asshole who was really good in bed.
And now he was here. Not just here—and not here trying to win her over, or even try to get her into bed again—but he was here 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.
Yes, a bomb threat was kind of a big deal. But there was definitely something about him that seemed… wound up. More than she would expect a typical FBI agent to be at a potential victim's house. Especially when all was well. She'd like to think that all law enforcement cared about all victims, but she knew better. If nothing else, they were objective. Spencer Landry did not seem objective right now.
And it was making her heart beat fast.
He seemed legitimately freaked out. He'd used those words. And that was doing something to her. Something stupid.
It was softening her up.
“You're going to stay with me until we find this guy?” She took a deep breath. “This seems like a terrible idea.” An idea that she kind of liked.
Which made it a really terrible idea.
“It makes a lot of sense. You are a target, and the guy is still out there walking around. Until we find him, it makes sense for you to have someone
protecting you.”
“Is this standard operating procedure?”
“I would prefer if you didn't ask me questions like that.”
Well, that wasn’t an answer. “Because it's a secret operating procedure?”
“Because I don't want to answer the question.”
Ah. She had no idea what standard operating procedure for the FBI was in cases like this, but she was not that interested in delving into the details, maybe for the first time in her life. Maybe because she would find out that it𝘸𝘢𝘴 standard procedure. Which would take some of the stomach-flipping-this-is-kind-of-exciting-that-Spencer-wants-to-protect-me stuff away. Or maybe she would find out that it was not standard procedure, which would make things more confusing.
One of the reasons Max was an outstanding investigative journalist was because details were her catnip. She always wanted to know more about every situation. Who, what, when, where, and why were how she lived her life. But she was going to let this one go. That told her a lot about how she felt about Spencer.
“Well, you seem to have a hard time with how I 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 and being close to my bedroom and seeing me in a towel.” She liked all of that. Maybe because seeing Spencer tortured was fun. Maybe because it had been a long time since she’d affected a man who affected her right back. But probably because torturing Spencer was fun. “So this could be awkward,” she pointed out.
“We’re going to Autre,” he said simply.
She frowned and processed his answer. “Autre? Why?”
“Because you don't live there. You're not from there. It would be hard for someone who doesn't know you well to trace you to that town. And because you’ll be surrounded by people I trust implicitly who can help watch your back.”
“I need a whole army of people watching my back?”
“It won't hurt.”
Autre, Louisiana, was a little town down by the bayou. Spencer's family was from there. She wasn’t completely clear on his direct tie to the town, but she knew some of his cousins lived there. She’d met them at the wedding where Spencer had kissed the hell out of her and they'd barely kept their clothes on.
It was only about a twenty-five-minute drive from New Orleans. It was a charming little town, and the people there, especially the Landry family, were an interesting, rowdy, fun, and loving bunch.
Would she feel safe there? Absolutely.
Was this a complete overreaction on Spencer's part? Definitely.
What did it mean that Spencer was overreacting about her safety? She had no idea.
“So we’re going to go to Autre together? Because you think that's the safest place for me to be so that you have help protecting me. And you're going to stay there with me?”
Spencer nodded. “Pretty much.”
“How are you going to work on this case while we’re there?”
“I won't be working on this case. Conflict of interest.”
She frowned. “How is it a conflict of interest?”
“I'm sleeping with the target.”
She ignored the way her pink panties said 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘰! “You are not. You have in the past, but that was before she was a target.”
“I'm going to be staying in very close confines with her.”
“I’m adding presumptuous to your list of character flaws,” Max said dryly.
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He pulled back just enough to unbutton his shirt and yank it off. Her gaze and hands were hot as she ran her palms over his bare skin, and Knox shuddered. "F*ck, I love your hands on me."
"Me too. God, how have we waited this long?"
That was a great question. When he'd first met her, he'd known she was trouble. He expected that she'd drive him crazy and that they'd clash whenever she came to town.
He'd been right. But those clashes had been foreplay. He'd acknowledged that to himself only, the second time she'd come to Autre. But he'd started feeling respect for her right away. Not only the work she did but the way she treated the people he loved most.
He'd quickly realized Fiona was pushing the Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild petting zoo toward becoming a sanctuary. She'd seen their potential before they'd understood it themselves. And she'd been right on. She'd given the animals a loving place to go, and she'd given the people a purpose that they'd all embraced and grown from.
He was crazy about her for that alone.
Anyone who loved his people as much as he did would be able to get past a few of his walls.
So he'd resigned himself to liking her. Admiring her. Enjoying their banter and her sass.
But damn, he hadn't expected the physical desire to be so strong.
He just couldn't fight it anymore.
A long-distance, no-strings-attached fling with this woman was perfect.
"We waited because I didn't like you for a long time," he said, leaning in to run his mouth down the length of her throat.
"Liar," she said with a breathless laugh. "You liked me as soon as I brought swearing parrots to town."
He groaned. Those parrots had caused him all kinds of headaches with the locals. "No."
She wiggled underneath him, pressing up against his fly. "Yes."
"I wanted you, but I didn't like you."
"Oh, you wanted me the very first time we met." She grinned up at him. "Just like I wanted you."
"I wanted to paddle your ass."
Her eyes went wide but not with shock. Heat. There was heat there. "I know."
He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah? But you kept poking me."
"Yep."
He ran a hand down her side to her butt and cupped a cheek, squeezing firmly. "I still want to regularly."
She gave him a sly grin. "I know."
He shook his head. "I'm going to get to be really dirty with you, aren't I?" Fiona was the perfect type to push and play with. She would never let him overstep, and she would give as good as she got.
His c*ck pulsed with that knowledge, and his body heated. The things he wanted to do to this woman. With this woman. He knew she'd meet him head-on, fully participate, make him beg if she wanted to. But if she let him push her to the point of begging, that would be…amazing.
"You can be however you want to with me," she told him softly.
As she answered, something in her voice or her eyes made him pause. That was so sincere. So…heartfelt.
She meant it, and he sensed that she was referring to things beyond sex.
Instead of pulling away as he probably should have, he lowered his head and kissed her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down more firmly against her body. She kissed him back, her hands going to his ass, pulling him into her. She felt like heaven.
"More," she said softly against his lips. "Please."
He dragged his bearded jaw over her cheek and down her neck. "We're going to do this, Fi," he said roughly against her ear. "We're going to have this wild affair. We're gonna f*ck each other senseless." He lifted his head to pin her with his gaze. "And you're going to keep your news to yourself. I don't wanna know. When you come to Autre, you're going to be in my bed. When you're not here, you're gonna answer my f*cking texts. But I don't need anything else."
And he meant that. The long-distance relationship would work. People thought those were hard, and he was sure distance was tough for some. But he knew well that long-distance was perfect for some couples. Like him and Fiona. Two independent people didn't need to be all wrapped up in each other.
He moved to unbutton her jeans, needing desperately to see—and lick—the tattoo on her hip. He'd seen it when he'd needed to do first aid on the ostrich bite on her lower back a few months ago. The tattoo curved over her left hip bone and read 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴.
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"Me too. God, how have we waited this long?"
That was a great question. When he'd first met her, he'd known she was trouble. He expected that she'd drive him crazy and that they'd clash whenever she came to town.
He'd been right. But those clashes had been foreplay. He'd acknowledged that to himself only, the second time she'd come to Autre. But he'd started feeling respect for her right away. Not only the work she did but the way she treated the people he loved most.
He'd quickly realized Fiona was pushing the Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild petting zoo toward becoming a sanctuary. She'd seen their potential before they'd understood it themselves. And she'd been right on. She'd given the animals a loving place to go, and she'd given the people a purpose that they'd all embraced and grown from.
He was crazy about her for that alone.
Anyone who loved his people as much as he did would be able to get past a few of his walls.
So he'd resigned himself to liking her. Admiring her. Enjoying their banter and her sass.
But damn, he hadn't expected the physical desire to be so strong.
He just couldn't fight it anymore.
A long-distance, no-strings-attached fling with this woman was perfect.
"We waited because I didn't like you for a long time," he said, leaning in to run his mouth down the length of her throat.
"Liar," she said with a breathless laugh. "You liked me as soon as I brought swearing parrots to town."
He groaned. Those parrots had caused him all kinds of headaches with the locals. "No."
She wiggled underneath him, pressing up against his fly. "Yes."
"I wanted you, but I didn't like you."
"Oh, you wanted me the very first time we met." She grinned up at him. "Just like I wanted you."
"I wanted to paddle your ass."
Her eyes went wide but not with shock. Heat. There was heat there. "I know."
He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah? But you kept poking me."
"Yep."
He ran a hand down her side to her butt and cupped a cheek, squeezing firmly. "I still want to regularly."
She gave him a sly grin. "I know."
He shook his head. "I'm going to get to be really dirty with you, aren't I?" Fiona was the perfect type to push and play with. She would never let him overstep, and she would give as good as she got.
His c*ck pulsed with that knowledge, and his body heated. The things he wanted to do to this woman. With this woman. He knew she'd meet him head-on, fully participate, make him beg if she wanted to. But if she let him push her to the point of begging, that would be…amazing.
"You can be however you want to with me," she told him softly.
As she answered, something in her voice or her eyes made him pause. That was so sincere. So…heartfelt.
She meant it, and he sensed that she was referring to things beyond sex.
Instead of pulling away as he probably should have, he lowered his head and kissed her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down more firmly against her body. She kissed him back, her hands going to his ass, pulling him into her. She felt like heaven.
"More," she said softly against his lips. "Please."
He dragged his bearded jaw over her cheek and down her neck. "We're going to do this, Fi," he said roughly against her ear. "We're going to have this wild affair. We're gonna f*ck each other senseless." He lifted his head to pin her with his gaze. "And you're going to keep your news to yourself. I don't wanna know. When you come to Autre, you're going to be in my bed. When you're not here, you're gonna answer my f*cking texts. But I don't need anything else."
And he meant that. The long-distance relationship would work. People thought those were hard, and he was sure distance was tough for some. But he knew well that long-distance was perfect for some couples. Like him and Fiona. Two independent people didn't need to be all wrapped up in each other.
He moved to unbutton her jeans, needing desperately to see—and lick—the tattoo on her hip. He'd seen it when he'd needed to do first aid on the ostrich bite on her lower back a few months ago. The tattoo curved over her left hip bone and read 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴.
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Remember that thing we talked about at Christmas?"
Knox felt his gut clench. They'd talked about sleeping together. And him becoming the temporary foster dad to three baby otters.
And they'd kissed for the first time. A kiss that had been causing annoying, unwelcome, frustrating dirty dreams for three fucking months.
"About having a salacious affair where we sneak around behind our friends' backs and sleep together whenever I'm in town?" she pressed when he didn't answer.
"Yes. I remember." Too well. He was incredibly pissed about how often he'd replayed that conversation and how restless he'd been waiting for her to call or come back to Autre.
He didn't pine for women. Ever. He did the opposite of that.
But now she was here. And Knox wasn't sure what he was feeling. Her showing up unannounced wasn't unusual. Fiona Grady rolled into Autre without warning more often than not in her grape-soda-purple truck that sent his heart hammering and cock hardening.
But it had been three months since he'd seen her. Since they'd talked. Since he'd had any clue what she was doing, where she was, how she was.
Suddenly, she was on his doorstep asking about their plan to bang whenever she was in town for a couple of days?
"Okay, well, there's something I need to tell you that will make you not want to do that anymore," she said. "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get naked together once before I told you and ruined everything?"
He opened his mouth to reply. Then shut it without a word. What the hell?
He glanced over his shoulder. Three minutes ago, he'd been sitting at his kitchen table doing paperwork with a cup of coffee and listening to a podcast about new creative urban development ideas.
Now the woman he was low-level obsessed with was on his porch asking if he wanted to have sex before she told him something that would make him not want to have sex with her anymore.
He ran a hand through his hair. This was why Fiona Grady was no good for him. She came into his carefully controlled and organized life and made things chaotic and messy.
"Are you sick?" he asked.
"Sick? No."
"Dying?"
"No."
"Is anyone dying?"
"No."
"Are you married?" He braced himself. He knew very little about this woman, actually, and if she belonged to someone else, he'd… leave her alone. And hate that man. And never forgive her for stirring him up like this.
"Absolutely not."
"Engaged?"
"No."
Okay, that was all…way too much of a relief. He should not be this happy to hear that.
"Did you kill someone?" he asked.
She tipped her head, her mouth curling. "Is that a definite deal-breaker?"
No, probably not. Knox narrowed his eyes.
"No, I haven't killed anyone."
"Are the Feds looking for you? Or will I be implicated in some kind of crime if I let you in?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"That's not a no."
"I'm just being honest."
Fair enough. Fiona was a wild animal advocate. The type of person to show up at roadside petting zoos and 'circuses' to monitor how the animals were treated and hand out literature to people attending the events, raising awareness about the poor conditions and treatment of those animals. She showed up to help rescue and care for animals, wild and domestic, after natural disasters such as hurricanes and wildfires. She regularly lobbied local, state, and even the national government for animal protections.
The chance that she could have done something in the "gray area" for one of her causes was pretty good.
The problem with that was he knew that wouldn't keep him from wanting her.
She was precisely the kind of woman he should be avoiding.
He studied her face for another long moment, then gave in to the inevitable. He pushed his door open.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She wasn't dying, wasn't married, and hadn't killed anyone. And he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted another woman in his life. So how was he possibly going to shut the door on her? After three months of missing her? He wasn't that strong. Or stupid.
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Knox felt his gut clench. They'd talked about sleeping together. And him becoming the temporary foster dad to three baby otters.
And they'd kissed for the first time. A kiss that had been causing annoying, unwelcome, frustrating dirty dreams for three fucking months.
"About having a salacious affair where we sneak around behind our friends' backs and sleep together whenever I'm in town?" she pressed when he didn't answer.
"Yes. I remember." Too well. He was incredibly pissed about how often he'd replayed that conversation and how restless he'd been waiting for her to call or come back to Autre.
He didn't pine for women. Ever. He did the opposite of that.
But now she was here. And Knox wasn't sure what he was feeling. Her showing up unannounced wasn't unusual. Fiona Grady rolled into Autre without warning more often than not in her grape-soda-purple truck that sent his heart hammering and cock hardening.
But it had been three months since he'd seen her. Since they'd talked. Since he'd had any clue what she was doing, where she was, how she was.
Suddenly, she was on his doorstep asking about their plan to bang whenever she was in town for a couple of days?
"Okay, well, there's something I need to tell you that will make you not want to do that anymore," she said. "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get naked together once before I told you and ruined everything?"
He opened his mouth to reply. Then shut it without a word. What the hell?
He glanced over his shoulder. Three minutes ago, he'd been sitting at his kitchen table doing paperwork with a cup of coffee and listening to a podcast about new creative urban development ideas.
Now the woman he was low-level obsessed with was on his porch asking if he wanted to have sex before she told him something that would make him not want to have sex with her anymore.
He ran a hand through his hair. This was why Fiona Grady was no good for him. She came into his carefully controlled and organized life and made things chaotic and messy.
"Are you sick?" he asked.
"Sick? No."
"Dying?"
"No."
"Is anyone dying?"
"No."
"Are you married?" He braced himself. He knew very little about this woman, actually, and if she belonged to someone else, he'd… leave her alone. And hate that man. And never forgive her for stirring him up like this.
"Absolutely not."
"Engaged?"
"No."
Okay, that was all…way too much of a relief. He should not be this happy to hear that.
"Did you kill someone?" he asked.
She tipped her head, her mouth curling. "Is that a definite deal-breaker?"
No, probably not. Knox narrowed his eyes.
"No, I haven't killed anyone."
"Are the Feds looking for you? Or will I be implicated in some kind of crime if I let you in?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"That's not a no."
"I'm just being honest."
Fair enough. Fiona was a wild animal advocate. The type of person to show up at roadside petting zoos and 'circuses' to monitor how the animals were treated and hand out literature to people attending the events, raising awareness about the poor conditions and treatment of those animals. She showed up to help rescue and care for animals, wild and domestic, after natural disasters such as hurricanes and wildfires. She regularly lobbied local, state, and even the national government for animal protections.
The chance that she could have done something in the "gray area" for one of her causes was pretty good.
The problem with that was he knew that wouldn't keep him from wanting her.
She was precisely the kind of woman he should be avoiding.
He studied her face for another long moment, then gave in to the inevitable. He pushed his door open.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She wasn't dying, wasn't married, and hadn't killed anyone. And he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted another woman in his life. So how was he possibly going to shut the door on her? After three months of missing her? He wasn't that strong. Or stupid.
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March 21, 2022
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“You’re going to try to resist me?”
“With everything in me,” he said with a nod. “I realize that that’s a difficult concept for you.”
“It really is,” she agreed. “So much so that I’m not sure it’s going to sink in.”
He had to fight to keep from snorting. Her confidence and audacity, while sure to be a huge headache for him, was amusing and, yes, attractive. “I’m sure if you give it enough time, you’ll get used to it.”
“Well, the thing about resisting something is that it means it’s something that you want.”
“I never said I didn’t want you.” And that was exactly the wrong thing to say.
She clearly really liked that answer. “True. You said you weren’t interested in a fling.”
“Correct.”
“So you want to be my boyfriend?”
He most definitely did not want to be her boyfriend. “No.”
“So what do you want to be?”
“Your boss.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad. Just my boss isn’t an option.”
“No? And why is that?” And when was he going to learn to quit engaging in these conversations with this woman?
“Because we’re already more than that,” she said. She waited just a beat.
Which was enough time for him to recall all of the things they had done that bosses and employees 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 shouldn’t do to one another.
“We’re friends,” she told him.
They were? But of all the labels they could put on this… thing… between them, he supposed that was the safest.
“Okay,” he agreed. “We’ll be friends.”
“Great.” She looked pleased. “And now that we’re friends, I need a favor.”
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“With everything in me,” he said with a nod. “I realize that that’s a difficult concept for you.”
“It really is,” she agreed. “So much so that I’m not sure it’s going to sink in.”
He had to fight to keep from snorting. Her confidence and audacity, while sure to be a huge headache for him, was amusing and, yes, attractive. “I’m sure if you give it enough time, you’ll get used to it.”
“Well, the thing about resisting something is that it means it’s something that you want.”
“I never said I didn’t want you.” And that was exactly the wrong thing to say.
She clearly really liked that answer. “True. You said you weren’t interested in a fling.”
“Correct.”
“So you want to be my boyfriend?”
He most definitely did not want to be her boyfriend. “No.”
“So what do you want to be?”
“Your boss.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad. Just my boss isn’t an option.”
“No? And why is that?” And when was he going to learn to quit engaging in these conversations with this woman?
“Because we’re already more than that,” she said. She waited just a beat.
Which was enough time for him to recall all of the things they had done that bosses and employees 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 shouldn’t do to one another.
“We’re friends,” she told him.
They were? But of all the labels they could put on this… thing… between them, he supposed that was the safest.
“Okay,” he agreed. “We’ll be friends.”
“Great.” She looked pleased. “And now that we’re friends, I need a favor.”
She wouldn’t actually ask for...𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...as a favor between friends, would she?
And if she did, he would most certainly say no, wouldn’t he?
“"𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝-𝙤𝙪𝙩-𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙-𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙩-𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮-𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩-𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙-𝙞𝙣-𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨!” BookAddict, Goodreads
Binge 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩-𝘰𝘶𝘵-𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢y!
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February 24, 2022
Bayou Boy Makeover!
No, Josh Landry doesn't need any help looking good!
But My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding got a new cover look and I'm so excited to share it!
Not because I didn't LOVE the original cover! I so did! We did a custom photo shoot for that cover and I love both models (Daniel and Hannah) and the photographer (Lindee) SO much! But it's been three years (wow! How is that possible??) and sometimes books need a new look so that new readers will peek inside!
So I thought a fun time to update the book would be Mardi Gras 2022! ツ Perfect, right?
Just think of everything Josh and Tori and the Landrys have been through since that first Mardi Gras where Josh kissed her and made her promise to meet him again a year later in the same spot on Mardi Gras...
Oops, sorry! No spoilers in case you haven't read the book! Or all the fun, sexy, hilarious, crazy stories after theirs!
Don't know what this book is about? Oh... well... let me help you out!
It's An Affair To Remember meets My Best Friend's Wedding with a dash of My Big Fat Greek Wedding! ツ
She's in town for her best friend's wedding. Which would be great...if the bride didn't hate her. And that was even before she accidentally kissed the groom. (yeah, yikes). Now she needs to prove she's not trying to ruin this wedding. So, she needs a boyfriend STAT. Even if he’s just faking it. (Spoiler alert: He’s not just faking it.)
Fun right? It really is! Throw in a big, rowdy, meddling Cajun family that's addicted to love and yeah... it's a good time!
Okay, here's the new look!
If you've already got the book, I hope you love this new version! And if you haven't made this first trip to Autre, Louisiana for a tour of the bayou, this is the perfect time!
Grab it here >> https://bit.ly/Mardi-Gras-Wedding-Amz
Laissez le bon temps rouler! Happy Mardi Gras everyone!
But My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding got a new cover look and I'm so excited to share it!
Not because I didn't LOVE the original cover! I so did! We did a custom photo shoot for that cover and I love both models (Daniel and Hannah) and the photographer (Lindee) SO much! But it's been three years (wow! How is that possible??) and sometimes books need a new look so that new readers will peek inside!
So I thought a fun time to update the book would be Mardi Gras 2022! ツ Perfect, right?
Just think of everything Josh and Tori and the Landrys have been through since that first Mardi Gras where Josh kissed her and made her promise to meet him again a year later in the same spot on Mardi Gras...
Oops, sorry! No spoilers in case you haven't read the book! Or all the fun, sexy, hilarious, crazy stories after theirs!
Don't know what this book is about? Oh... well... let me help you out!
It's An Affair To Remember meets My Best Friend's Wedding with a dash of My Big Fat Greek Wedding! ツ
She's in town for her best friend's wedding. Which would be great...if the bride didn't hate her. And that was even before she accidentally kissed the groom. (yeah, yikes). Now she needs to prove she's not trying to ruin this wedding. So, she needs a boyfriend STAT. Even if he’s just faking it. (Spoiler alert: He’s not just faking it.)
Fun right? It really is! Throw in a big, rowdy, meddling Cajun family that's addicted to love and yeah... it's a good time!
Okay, here's the new look!
If you've already got the book, I hope you love this new version! And if you haven't made this first trip to Autre, Louisiana for a tour of the bayou, this is the perfect time!
Grab it here >> https://bit.ly/Mardi-Gras-Wedding-Amz
Laissez le bon temps rouler! Happy Mardi Gras everyone!
January 25, 2022
how hard was it to say inside and just look normal?
Caroline Camille Holland was sitting in a rocking chair with her bare feet propped on the wooden railing that ran the length of the porch that wrapped around two sides of the enormous main house. She was sipping a tall glass of sweet tea with a bright green bendy straw and she looked the very epitome of laid back and relaxed.
But nothing was quite as straightforward and boring as that. Which was usual for Caroline, as he’d already learned in the short time he’d known her.
The cherry red evening gown she wore was slit on the side up to her hip and, because of the way she had her heels up and ankles crossed, the silky material had fallen away from two very long, smooth, toned legs, leaving them completely bare. Right up to where her panties would show. If she was wearing any.
There was no way she was wearing any.
She also had that damned tiara on her head.
It was sitting askew on her blond waves that fell loose and free around her face and shoulders. She looked a little…tousled. And sexy as fuck.
Torn between amusement, desire, and exasperation—because really, how hard was it to 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭?—Zander schooled his features and approached as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all.
“Evening, Ms. Holland.”
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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩?
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PREORDER NOW!
Price goes up on release day!
Into KU (and off other store sites) on Feb 7th!
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But nothing was quite as straightforward and boring as that. Which was usual for Caroline, as he’d already learned in the short time he’d known her.
The cherry red evening gown she wore was slit on the side up to her hip and, because of the way she had her heels up and ankles crossed, the silky material had fallen away from two very long, smooth, toned legs, leaving them completely bare. Right up to where her panties would show. If she was wearing any.
There was no way she was wearing any.
She also had that damned tiara on her head.
It was sitting askew on her blond waves that fell loose and free around her face and shoulders. She looked a little…tousled. And sexy as fuck.
Torn between amusement, desire, and exasperation—because really, how hard was it to 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭?—Zander schooled his features and approached as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all.
“Evening, Ms. Holland.”
.
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩?
.
PREORDER NOW!
Price goes up on release day!
Into KU (and off other store sites) on Feb 7th!
.
Amazon: https://amzn.to/343lwP0
Apple: https://apple.co/3mQyFS2
nook: https://bit.ly/Say-It-nook
Kobo: https://bit.ly/Say-It-kobo
Google Play: https://bit.ly/Say-It-GP
Add it to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/Say-It-Like-You-Mane-I...
Paperback coming soon!
Audio: in production!
