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What to Read Wednesday with Cassie Mae ~ Giveaway

It’s Wednesday and you know what that means! It’s time for What to Read Wednesday. Please help me welcome author Cassie Mae to the blog today. I think you’ll enjoy her guest post!

Afterward, check out her release–Doing it For Love–and then don’t forget to enter her giveaway! (Don’t you love her cover???!!!)

Take it away Cassie…


For the SPANX Wearer in All of Us

Hey all! First, big thanks to Christine’s Words for letting me stop by :)

I’m about to get super candid here. Reality is my forte, I’ve been told ;)

SPANX, in case you don’t know what they are, are this stretchy, wiggle-into-it-if-you-can, don’t-put-in-the-wash, and try-not-to-sweat-too-much (yeah right), pair of underroos that you wear to hide those love handles and tummy pooches and under the boob rolls. Do they work? Sure they do. I know from experience. However…

These things are the modern day corset. Only corsets didn’t roll down your torso and make you look like a half-open can of Pillsbury dough. Corsets didn’t go all the way down to your thighs and they certainly didn’t have a teeny tiny hole that you have to try to pee through for “convenience.”

And you know, despite all of that loveliness, I decided to wear these things on a 6 hour flight because I thought it would make the person next to me on the plane more comfortable.

Yeah, that .000001 of an inch makes a lot of difference ;)

So, I’m a 300 pound woman. (I’m actually a 320 pound woman, but yanno, it’s kinda like rounding down, no pun intended ;) ) And I’m married to a sexy cop who looks fantastic in a uniform and he’s got some wicked awesome arms and yeah, he’s definitely not 300 pounds, but he loves me anyway.

He loves me anyway.

He loved me before and after the weight gain and loss and everything in between. He loved me when I fell down the steps on our wedding day and when he caught me talking to absolutely no one, and he loved me when I got so sick that I spent the entire day in the bathroom telling him to “not look because this is not ladylike!”

And even though I “know he’s wrong” and “no way can anyone be attracted to this flub,” he makes me feel like I’m a sexy goddess from the planet Perfect Body, even when I’m stuffing my face with a Butterfinger bar I kept hidden until the kids went to sleep so I didn’t have to share.

I write about the misfits. I love writing about them because I think we all feel out of place. We all wear SPANX to try to stuff and mold ourselves into what people expect of us or what we think will make us feel better. Instead we feel even more uncomfortable. So instead of trying to fit in somewhere, why not stand out?

Or maybe just buy some pants that don’t require SPANX to zip up ;)

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All About Love #1
Cassie Mae
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015


Cassie Mae’s charming, sexy new novel, perfect for fans of Emma Chase, puts a steamy twist on modern love as one bride-to-be tries to put the spark back in the bedroom—by any means necessary.
Elizabeth Fanning’s life looks pretty perfect, judging by the diamond ring on her finger. Her fiancé, Landon, is sweet, handsome, and hilarious. The trouble is, before they’ve even tied the knot, their sex life has gone from mind-blowing to “meh”—and Liz isn’t ready to be part of an old married couple. After a cathartic call to her best friend, Liz comes up with a brilliant idea. She and Landon may never be able to re-create the magic of their first time, but how amazing would their wedding night be if everything below the neck was off-limits until then?
Liz thinks it’ll bring them closer together. Landon’s convinced she’ll cave first. So they raise the stakes: Whoever lasts longer gets to pick their honeymoon destination. With her heart set on the Bahamas and Landon fighting for snowbound Utah, Liz simply has to win. But pretty soon, her body is screaming for attention, and Landon’s never seemed so far away. Has Liz’s experiment backfired? Losing their little competition would be frustrating—but the one thing she can’t afford to lose is him.

Not pregnant.

Praise Jesus.

I chuck the negative test in the bathroom trash with a shimmy and a shake. Pregnant at twenty-two was not what I pictured when I did my aptitude test seven years ago. Those results said I’d be some sort of performance artist. I pictured myself famous, in all the Broadway plays, living in my penthouse suite with my best friend, Theresa, and having weekend nookies with Chase Crawford. Kids were on the bucket list under: hell yes . . . when I’m married. Obviously, I was a dreamer at fifteen. Now that I’m more a realist, I’ve learned to be happy with whatever life has to offer me.

But I am happy that it decided not to offer me a baby right now.

I start the water on the shower because I feel like I peed all over myself when I attempted to aim on the stick. Aunt Flo is fourteen days late, and I’ve been avoiding Landon and his semen. Not that he’s noticed.

If sex was a three-course meal, Landon and I would be the peas and carrots. We’re good together, but we’re still the vegetables. Basically we do it when there’s a commercial on, when there is no food in the fridge, or it’s someone’s birthday. It’s okay . . . that’s what happens when you move past the honeymoon stage.

We used to be strawberries and whipped cream. Luxurious dessert, grinding on each other on public dance floors, car sex, kitchen sex, against the wall sex, balcony sex—which was an epic fail, by the way—and the always disastrous shower sex. Disaster because our bathtub is made for one person only, and so lying down ended with a faucet to the butthole and standing up made for slippery recoveries. But we were strawberries and whipped cream, so we’d laugh it off, not let it break the mood, jump into bed, and keep at it.

I refuse to think we’ve become raisin bran—the sex you have only because you have needs to take care of—despite what Theresa says. She’s permanently the palate cleanser between courses in her own sex life, and she’s not budging anytime soon. But she just hasn’t found her Landon yet.

Anyway, back to Landon not noticing the lack of sex. It’s because we’re so busy all the time. He works all day at a call center then he goes and films all night. He’s a director-in-training—got an award for his last movie and a grant to make the one he’s working on now. So he comes home smelling like sweaty socks—which he loves to leave on the floor in the living room. That’s what peas and carrots do, though.

It’s funny, for so long I wanted to know the story after the happy ending. What happens to the couple once they find each other, consummate their relationship, and get past their demons? Now that I’m in that story, I get why no one talks about it. I’m in love, so it pretty much trumps all the other crap. At least, it has so far. Despite Landon’s dirty laundry—literal—and his late nights—also literal—he makes me laugh. I’ve never had so much fun with another person. Even being vegetables, sex—when we have it—is fun. Probably why I wish we had it more.

Better check the effectiveness of my birth control first, though.

A hand whips back the shower curtain, and I scream like a banshee and chuck my washcloth at the attacker.

“Sweet mother,” I say, holding my heart. “What the hell?”

Landon slowly peels the washcloth from the bill of his The Nightmare Before Christmas hat. He’s wearing his matching graphic tee, a red stain on the upper right sleeve. Probably from the pizza he had to gobble between his job and his shoot this afternoon.

“Liz,” he says, holding the pregnancy test between two fingers. “What is this?”

“It’s a negative pee test. Don’t worry.”

“Did you think you were pregnant?” He chokes on the word.

“Yes, but I’m not.” I lean forward and kiss his shocked lips. “So don’t worry.”

He lets out this large breath, chucking the test back in the trash. “Fine, but you must promise on your precious iPod that you will tell me next time you think you are.”

I hold my hand to the square. “I vow to dispose of all my late-period secrets.” I drop my arm. “Now may I shower?”

“How long you going to be?”


“So till the hot water is out.”

I put a finger to my nose, and he pulls his cap off. His shirt goes next.

“Joining me?” I ask, my lady nethers perking up. It’s not even my birthday. What a sexy surprise.

“Yeah, I won’t have time in the morning.”

“Oh.” Calm down, girls, it’s just one of those “saving water” things, and not because I’m naked, he’s naked, and we’re going to be wet and slippery.

His cold hand splays across my stomach when he steps in, and I refuse to let my nethers get their hopes up again.

“You okay?” he asks, scruff tickling my neck.

“Yeah, why?”

“Paint me paranoid,” he says, backing me into his chilled body. I move the water so he warms up. “But I think something’s wrong. And I’m not letting you out of this shower till you tell me.”

A twitch of a smile finds itself on my mouth. “I’m fine.”

“Good thing you’re naked.” He taps my ass. “Your pants wouldn’t stand a chance.”

I shake my head, biting back my laughter. “You’re a tease.”


He knows why. The last time we showered together, he held me close like this, got me all revved up, then grabbed the soap, washed himself, and left for work. It’s not his fault. I did the same thing the time before that. Again, comes back to being the veggies of the sex meal.

“Okay. The guessing game,” he says when I don’t answer. “I’ll play, but you know I don’t like it.” He gently rocks me. “Your vampire show didn’t record?”

I snort a laugh into the water. “I haven’t checked. But it better have.”

He swipes my hair off my neck, and I feel his smile against my skin. “Hmm . . . the Jets have no shot at making the playoffs. I feel your pain. I cried it all out last night. Now it’s your turn.”

I playfully elbow him in the stomach, but despite my abuse, Landon’s arms tighten around me, thumb reassuringly rubbing my hipbone.

“No . . . I think I know what this is really about.” He pulls at the skin by my bellybutton. I raise an eyebrow because there is nothing wrong. I’m just horny.


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Cassie Mae (who dons the name Becca Ann on occasion) is the author of a few hundred—okay, maybe not that
many—books. Since writing her bestselling debut, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend, she has published books with Random House, Swoon Romance, and Tulip Romance. She has a favorite of all her babies, but no, she won’t tell you what it is (mainly because it changes depending on the day). Along with writing, Cassie likes to binge-watch Teen Wolf and The Big Bang Theory. She can quote Harry Potter lines quick as a whip. And she likes kissing her hubby, but only if his facial hair is trimmed. She also likes cheesecake to a very obsessive degree.

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Posted by on September 30, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with Sarah Robinson author of Breaking A Legend ~ GIVEAWAY

YAY! It’s time for another round of What to Read Wednesday :) Please help me welcome author Sarah Robinson to the blog. She’s sharing a great snippet from her release Breaking a Legend. Enjoy the blurb and cover, too!

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her fabulous giveaway!

Take it away Sarah…

An original short story about the Kavanagh brothers by Sarah Robinson. This snippet introduces Rory Kavanagh, the oldest brother and the star of BREAKING A LEGEND. It also introduces his younger brothers: Kane, Quinn, and Jimmy. Each book in the KAVANAGH LEGENDS series will be a standalone book about one of the family members and their quest to find love in the rough and tumble world of mixed martial arts. 


“Remind me why I’m here again?” Quinn cocked one jet black eyebrow as he stared at his oldest brother, Rory, in the back offices of Legend, the family owned gym.

“Because you’re in the book, dumbass. The readers want to know about all of us.” Rory pushed the rest of his dark brown hair behind his ears and stared down at the interviewer’s questions on the paper in his hands.

“I’m not really in it though.” Jimmy spoke up.

“You’re definitely in it, Jimmy.” Kane laughed. “Mainly when you’re trying to keep the rest of us out of jail.”

“Don’t put that in the damn interview, I’ll lose my shield.” Jimmy glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“If anyone isn’t in this book, it’s Kieran. I’m half a person these last two years.” Kane frowned, talking about his twin brother who’s currently serving a prison sentence in upstate New York.

“We’re not talking to reporters about Kieran. They’ll learn plenty about him in the second book.” Rory instructed his brothers.

“There’s going to be a second book?” Kane asked.

Rory nodded. “Hell yeah, people are clamoring to find out about our family.”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Jimmy looked nervous. “What with dad’s ties to the mafia and all of your lack of respect for the law, do we really want that documented in print?”

Rory rolled his eyes at Jimmy. His little brother was always the cautious one, a New York City police officer who always walked the straight and narrow. The rest of the Kavanagh brothers were a far cry from that.

“Relax, kid. It’s a romance novel. No one’s going to care about a few broken laws here of there,” Rory told him. “It’s about me and Clare.”

Quinn whistled a teasing catcall before turning to his older brother. “I hope it’s mostly about Clare, because no one’s going to want to read about your ugly mug.”

“There isn’t a woman in the world who won’t want to read about me.” Rory wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as his brother’s chuckled. “But you’re right, Clare’s the best thing about me.”

“Just read the first question, asshole,” Kane said before deciding he didn’t want to wait. He grabbed the paper out of Rory’s hands and looked it over. “Question one, is Seamus still part of the infamous Irish mafia once known as the Westies?”

“Pass.” Jimmy grunted, waving his hand. “We can’t answer that one.”

The other brothers nodded in agreement, shooting a secretive grin back and forth between them.

“Fine, next question,” Kane said. “Which brother is the best mixed martial arts fighter? Oh that’s easy, obviously I am.”

Rory nearly choked on the water he was currently sipping. “You wish!”

“You’re old and washed up, I’m young and fresh.” Kane grinned, purposefully pushing his buttons.

“I’m not too old to kick your ass.” Rory growled at his arrogant brother.

“I’ve got to side with Rory on this one,” Quinn weighed in. “Plus Kieran was fighting long before you too, Kane.”

“None of you dickheads would make it through NYPD’s academy like I did either,” Jimmy added.

“F this shit.” Kane tossed down the paper as he stood and walked toward the office door. “These questions are stupid. I’m not doing this.”

“Kane, we’ve got a book to promote!” Rory yelled after him.

“Promote this,” Kane shot back as he stuck his middle finger out behind him and left.

Rory sighed before bending down and picking back up the interviewer’s questions. “Maybe I’ll just ask Clare to fill this out.”

“She’d be so much better at it than we would.” Quinn grinned, hopping up and heading out of the office. “Tell her I owe her!”

“Ditto.” Jimmy clapped a hand on Rory’s back before following suit.

Rory shook his head as he found himself alone. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been just as irresponsible and flippant as they are now, but meeting Clare had changed his priorities in life. He smiled at the thought of heading home early to see Clare under the guise of having to bring her the interviewer’s questions.

Seems his brothers actually might have done him a favor.



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Kavanagh Legends #1
Sarah Robinson
Released Sept 29th, 2015


Perfect for fans of Katy Evans and Monica Murphy, Sarah Robinson’s blistering-hot series debut introduces the Kavanagh brothers—mixed martial arts fighters who work hard, play hard, and love with all their hearts.
As one of the big names at his family’s gym, Legends, MMA star Rory Kavanagh is used to being in the spotlight—until a gruesome leg injury knocks him out of the cage. Rory is left feeling sidelined in more ways than one, battling the inner demons that come with losing the one shot at his dreams. Then Clare walks into his life and gives him a new dream: winning her heart. There aren’t many new faces in Woodlawn these days, but this tough, beautiful stranger makes Rory want to get his life back into fighting shape.
Clare Ivers doesn’t think she’ll be able to tell anyone what really brought her to the close-knit Bronx neighborhood where she just started bartending. But her life’s on pause and her past is catching up fast, try as she might to move on—with new friends, steady work, and a chiseled alpha male trying to get her attention. Even though Rory’s more than a little intense, she can’t deny that her heart beats faster when he looks at her with those soulful silver eyes. Clare thought she was done with love, but Rory might just be man enough to show her she thought wrong.

“I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to give it to me for free,” Clare’s brow furrowed as she took the membership card from the spunky redhead.

“Oh, please, girl. I used to work busing tables at O’Leary’s Pub when I was in high school. Is Cian still in charge over there?” She smiled back as she continued putting Clare’s information into the gym’s computer system.

“Yeah, he’s my supervisor.” Clare nodded at the woman, slightly mesmerized by how piercing and blue her eyes were in contrast to the bright red wavy hair that flowed down most of her back.

“Then believe me, these self-defense classes can be written off as a work expense on next year’s taxes.” Both women snickered. Clare leaned against the counter, enjoying the interaction, since she hadn’t made any friends around her age in the three weeks she had lived here. Clare felt a pang of regret slice through her as she wished that an irritating boss was the only reason she needed self-defense classes.

“I’m Casey Kavanagh, by the way.” The redhead reached out her hand to Clare, who accepted it happily.

“Clare—well, I guess you already know that.” Clare pointed toward the driver’s license that Casey was still holding. Casey just smirked and waved her hand nonchalantly.

“So—Kavanagh? You’re part of the family who owns this place?” Clare tried not to sound like she was prying, but she was curious. She’d heard that name all over town since she got here.

“Yeah, my uncle owns it. Started it up back in the late seventies. It’s been remodeled lately, but we definitely still have the old-school reputation.”

“Oh.” Clare nodded, not sure what that meant or what to say.

“Here, you can have this back. I think I have everything in here now.” Casey handed her the license. “The thirty-day trial membership begins today, and then we can talk about different types of plans after you’ve had a chance to try out our various amenities and classes.”

“Thanks. Do you think I could have a peek around? See where the locker rooms are and stuff like that?” Clare tucked her driver’s license back into her wallet along with the new membership card, then stuffed the wallet into the small brown purse that was slung over her shoulder.

“Hell, yeah! Come on, let me give you a tour. Welcome—officially, this time—to Legends!” Casey popped out from around the back of the counter, motioning for her to follow.

Clare watched the bouncy, energetic woman in amusement as she followed her, feeling slightly overdressed in her knee-length red dress and thigh-high black boots, compared to Casey’s black yoga pants and neon-green long-sleeved tee.

“Okay, so here are the locker rooms. Men over there, women right here.” Casey started to point toward various doors they passed as the hallway opened up into a large room with an open floor plan.

“The entire far side of the room is pretty much for the fighters, not really anything but testosterone and ball sweat over there.” Casey slid her arm around Clare’s elbow to pull her along.

Clare giggled at Casey’s remarks and took in the view of dozens of men on weight-lifting machines, standing in front of weight benches, and in the rings. She had to agree, there was definitely a lot of testosterone in here.

“But over here is where things are a bit less noisy.” Casey led Clare to a side hall that opened into several small classrooms. A few of the rooms were filled with people doing group exercises; Clare recognized a yoga class and a spinning class.

“All the classrooms are walled in by windows, but the glass is so thick that you can’t hear all the noise from the rings.” Casey indicated an empty classroom that was at the back wall of the gym.

The door they entered through was set in a wall of all glass, just like the back wall of the room that gave them a view of the street. Clare strode toward the back wall, loving the openness and the view of pedestrians passing by.

“Yeah, that’s my favorite part, too,” Casey said.

“What, people watching?”

“Of course! People are weird, which is fun,” Casey quipped, joining her at the window as they stood side by side.

“See, there’s an example of weird right there.” Casey pointed at a behemoth of a man crouching on the sidewalk with a large dog next to him.

“That’s my cousin, Rory, but he’s more like a brother. He works here sometimes, used to be a fighter but got hurt in the championships last year. Almost couldn’t walk again since his leg pretty much split in two. A year later, not only is he walking, but there he is crouched down, feeding a damn street dog.”

Clare watched more closely, and now she noticed the second dog. In front of both the man and the larger dog beside him was a smaller, frail-looking pup. It couldn’t be more than twenty pounds, although it seemed like it should be much bigger. The dog’s ribs were poking out of its side as Casey’s cousin slowly fed him a sandwich. He was careful to hold his hand out flat and she could see his lips moving from his profile, realizing he was probably coaxing the dog to accept the food.

“I think that’s sweet. I was studying to be a vet before I moved here.” Clare’s voice was soft as she admired the man’s kindness toward the stray.

The man stood and stretched a bit, opening up the other half of a bagged sandwich and then settling himself on the curb by the thin dog, who seemed more trusting of him now. In his new position, Clare could see more of his face and she realized that it was the same burly yet handsome man she had flirted with at O’Leary’s last night.

Of course, that was before he had broken her boss’s nose.

She felt a stirring in her abdomen as she watched him, her mouth slightly parting. The brown pup cautiously took a few steps to him, then sat and placed his head in Rory’s lap. Clare felt a glow as her heart warmed at the sight.

“I’m so not an animal person, but Rory would help a goddamn rat if he found one. That bigger dog there is his shadow, Ace. Barely ever see the two of them apart.” Casey stepped away from the window.

Clare hesitated, watching Rory and Ace for a moment longer, then pulled herself away to go follow her new friend. It had been a while since she had thought about her previous career aspirations, and a wave of sadness passed over her as she thought of the different trajectory of her life now. Maybe now that she was starting over, she could go back to school, she found herself hoping.




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Sarah Robinson is the bestselling author of The Photographer Trilogy and the Sand & Clay rock star series. A native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a local police officer who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescue and foster animals.

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What to Read Wednesday with Renita Pizzitola author of Just A Little Kiss ~ GIVEAWAY

It’s time for What to Read Wednesday! I’m excited to welcome Renita Pizzitola to the blog today :) I just adore her latest book cover, and think this story sounds so good.

Renita is sharing a little insight into the setting of this story. Afterward, check out her blurb and excerpt, and of course don’t forget to enter her wonderful giveaway!

Take it away Renita… 


For those of you who’ve read the two previous books in the Crush Series, you’ve already been introduced to Mason—the guy who unfortunately didn’t find his happily-ever-after. But it’s finally his turn! In Just a Little Kiss he’ll take a break from his ordinary life, get a little distance from his best friend—and previous love interest—Brinley and head to Port Lucia, a tiny (and fictional) beach town nestled along the Texas Coast.


When creating Port Lucia, I modeled it after some of my favorite beaches but knew it somehow also needed a small town feel only a local would know. So this little beach town was born—a place that felt like home some days, and stifling on others. For Felicity it provides security and would embrace friendship and family, but also make it hard to break away and find herself. For Mason, it would teach him about loyalty and hard work, while also giving him the opportunity to step out of his comfort zone and discover an entirely different world. But it would also provide the perfect backdrop for a summer romance. After all, what’s summer love without long days and slow nights with the ocean as your backyard!


I hope you enjoy your trip to Port Lucia and all the new characters you will meet along the way! J



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Crush #3
Renita Pizzitola
Releasing Aug 25th, 2015
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In the sizzling new novel of Renita Pizzitola’s Crush series, Felicity knows that “Summer Boys” are only good for
one thing. But what if hooking up with the right guy could lead to a fresh start?
Like most of the residents of her dead-end beach town, Felicity Daniels doesn’t know what she wants from her
future. Instead of college, she’s waiting tables at the local grille where she’s more likely to run into the guy who was the love of her
life—until one decision changed everything. Now as this year’s tourist season kicks in to high gear, Felicity realizes that whatever she wants isn’t going to be found here.
Mason Hayes is the quintessential Summer Boy: hot, impulsive, and born without strings attached. While in town
helping with the family fishing charter, he plans to have a little fun—and hopefully get over a certain girl. He’s never had a long-term relationship, but when he meets Felicity, he wonders if he’s found the girl who could change that.
With her heart still in repair, Felicity’s happy to have a distraction like Mason, but her best friend thinks
he could also be her ticket out of this town. What’s the harm in using him to escape more than just her boredom? After all, he is just a Summer Boy, and they never stick around. But after one kiss, Felicity wonders if only one summer with Mason will ever really be enough.
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The waves crashed against the shoreline beneath the boardwalk. Their melodic pounding drowned out the bells, rattles and cheers from the carnival behind me. There was just something about the ocean that helped calm my nerves, except today it seemed to torture me with its boundless sky and endless water, the epitome of freedom . . . yet my life was contained to this. This nothing that felt like everything. Small town; smaller life.

My sister Hope slipped up beside me, pressing her elbows against the railing, her rounded belly grazing the wooden slats. “Everything okay?” she asked.

I straightened, stretched my hands over my head then tugged my white work tank top back down. “Yeah. Just a little worn out from tonight’s shift. This summer has taken it out of me.”

Of course, it wasn’t really just this summer; it was every day. Every moment. Every single minute spent doing the same freaking thing: Wake up, pull a long shift at Eddie’s, crash, repeat. My skin itched for something new. Something better. I felt like the boats in the harbor, crashing with the waves, fighting to break free, but bound by a single freaking rope. Except my rope was my own fear, but that was all it took. One thing, one person, one commitment. Tied down.

“It’s been a hot one.” Hope rubbed her hand over her stomach. “In a few years, when you have kids, plan for a winter pregnancy.”

A few years? No way. I refused to let my life be headed in that direction. But this town . . . it sucked everything out of you. Well, not everything. I swear, every time I turned around someone else was pregnant. The fertility rate here must be astronomical.

“Felicity?” Hope turned toward me, her expression one of concern.

I forced a smile. “Sorry, I spaced out. I think I need something to eat. I skipped dinner.”

“Food sounds good.”

She licked her lips and I suppressed a laugh. “Yeah, I can grab us something. What are you in the mood for?”

“Um, a corn dog? But hot dogs are bad for you. Maybe some cotton candy? But that’s a lot of sugar.” She bit her lip. “An ice cream cone? That’s good. It’s dairy, right? And protein.”

“Sure. And the cone’s a grain, and if you get strawberry you can add in the fruit.”

Her eyes brightened, then her expression sank. “You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

“Of course not.” I grinned. “Okay, I’ll be right back with your corn dog, cotton candy and ice cream.”

“Can you also maybe get a drink? To wash it down.”

I chuckled. “No problem.”

“You’re the best. Love you.”

With a shake of my head, I headed to a nearby food trailer to blow a decent chunk of that night’s tips. Thankfully the line wasn’t too bad, and it didn’t take long to load up and head back to Hope. Juggling way too much food, I navigated through the carnival crowd, careful not to drop anything.

“Hungry?” A guy’s voice called out.

I turned and smiled when I saw my friend Colby walking up. “Hey. It’s not all for me.”

“I was kind of wondering when you started eating non-green food.”

I rolled my eyes then lifted the hand holding sweet potato fries and cotton candy. “These are orange, and I may even eat a bite of pink.”

“Wow. Really branching out.”

I grinned. “So what are you doing here? Past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

“Pretty much.” He took his baseball cap off, scratched his head, then readjusted it, centering the John’s Charter Boats logo perfectly. “Dad had shoulder surgery this week, so I got a few days off. But we’re heading back out come Sunday.”

“That explains why it’s been so quiet these past few mornings.”

He shrugged in a halfhearted apology. “Sorry, but when the sun comes up, we hit the water.”

“You and your fishing.” I smiled. “Okay, well, I’ll see you around. Tell your brothers hi for me.”

“Will do.”

Just as I turned to leave, another voice called out, “Hey, T, no love for me?”

Colby’s younger brother, Owen, was the only person to ever call me T, and also happened to be my favorite out of all the Callahan boys.

I turned back around with a little grin. “I’ve got nothing but love for you.” My gaze flicked to the guy walking up alongside him. He fell behind Owen as they maneuvered around the bumper car line then came back into full view.

Whoa. Tall. Blond. And all sorts of hot.

Who was he? Definitely not a local, which got my hopes up that he might be a Summer Boy. And I loved me some Summer Boys. They rolled in for peak season and packed their bags before the days grew shorter. They were perfect for girls who refused to get tied down to this crappy town. Girls like me.

“Then what’s the rush?” Owen, who’d finally made his way to his brother’s side, stared at my full hands then grabbed his chest with a pained look. “Don’t tell me there’s someone else?”

I laughed and shook my head. “It’s for Hope and if I drop it, she’ll have a conniption.”

His shoulders sagged in feigned disappointment but then he quickly rebounded and, with a tilt of his chin, said, “That’s cool. You can make it up to me later.”

Colby groaned, clearly knowing where this conversation was headed . . . the pretend-flirting Owen and I loved, and he hated.

“Leave your window open, and I will,” I said with a wink.

Colby rolled his eyes, while the other guy glanced between us, looking confused or amazed or maybe both.

With a chuckle, Owen said, “My window, my room, my bed . . . they’re all open to you.”

Colby smacked his kid brother upside the head.

Owen winced and rubbed the side of his head. “What the hell? T started it.”

I bit my lip to stop a laugh then offered my most suggestive smile. “But Owen plans to finish it.”

“Seriously, this isn’t funny,” Colby huffed. He shifted his weight, like he always did when he got uncomfortable. And though it might seem like his discomfort resided in the fact I was pretend-flirting with his seventeen-year-old brother, the real source was the fact that he still saw me as his best friend’s girlfriend. But that was long over. And something he seriously needed to move past.




Renita Pizzitola is the author of New Adult contemporary romance and Young Adult fantasy. When not writing, she can
be found feeding her caramel macchiato addiction and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two children.

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What to Read Wednesday with K.J. Charles author of A Fashionable Indulgence ~ GIVEAWAY

Thank you for joining me on What to Read Wednesday. Today author K.J. Charles is visiting and talking about Regency Romance, the scope and changes, and her latest release A Fashionable Indulgence. I’m so glad she came on the blog today to share her latest :)

Afterward, please don’t forget to enter the giveaway. The link is at the end of the post :)

Take it away K.J…

I love a good Regency romance. I started out with Georgette Heyer as a teenager, and like so many others, I fell in love with the world she created, of balls and reputations, where women were preoccupied with making good matches and securing fortunes, and most gentlemen lived existences of sport and pleasure. Of course Heyer knew that this wasn’t the whole Regency story. One of my favourite books is Arabella, in which the heroine comes from a poor and strongly religious family and has a powerful social conscience; it also includes a rare-for-Heyer scene of the miseries that drinking and gambling brought to feckless young men, and the shattering poverty that surrounded the ton.


More recently authors have broadened the scope of the Regency romance. There are still more dukes than you can shake a stick at, of course. (As a matter of tedious fact, there were around 25 dukes alive in the entire Regency period and most of them were decrepit, which is one of the reasons romance is better than reality.) But now we’re getting other worlds too. We are seeing romances with middle-class and working-class characters, romances centring on queer MCs, books that acknowledge the terrible political upheavals of the time and remember the ton were only a tiny, privileged fraction of the population, and stories that remind us Georgian England was not exclusively white—an estimated 5-10,000 people of colour lived in London during the Regency period.


Some non-traditional Regencies for your delectation:

  • Rose Lerner, Lively St Lemiston series. The first book, Sweet Disorder, features a middle-class widow who controls a vote in a rotten borough during an election year; the second, True Pretenses, has a Jewish conman hero. There’s a book with servants coming up. I’m so on that.
  • Ava March, Gambling on Love series. Male/male romance including not just dukes and viscounts but the Duke’s driver, a card sharp, and plenty of sordid back streets.
  • Megan Mulry, Regency Reimagined series concentrates on what we’d now call gay, lesbian and trans main characters.
  • Susanna Fraser, A Dream Defiant. Hero is a black soldier fighting in Wellington’s army.
  • Vanessa Riley, Unmasked Heart. Christian romance with a mulatto heroine facing prejudice.


My Society of Gentlemen series features three male/male couples, from a Marquess’s son to a gutter revolutionary. As the glittering world of the privileged few collides with radical politics and the harsh realities of the social divide, the men on both sides must find a way to negotiate their illicit affairs under the threat of the gallows.



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gentleman and his elegant mentor fight for love in a world of wealth, power,
and manipulation.
he learns that he could be the heir to an unexpected fortune, Harry Vane
rejects his past as a Radical fighting for government reform and sets about
wooing his lovely cousin. But his heart is captured instead by the most
beautiful, chic man he’s ever met: the dandy tasked with instructing him in the
manners and style of the ton. Harry’s new station demands
conformity—and yet the one thing he desires is a taste of the wrong pair of
witnessing firsthand the horrors of Waterloo, Julius Norreys sought refuge
behind the luxurious facade of the upper crust. Now he concerns himself
exclusively with the cut of his coat and the quality of his boots. And yet his
protégé is so unblemished by cynicism that he inspires the first flare of
genuine desire Julius has felt in years. He cannot protect Harry from the worst
excesses of society. But together they can withstand the high price of passion.


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K. J. Charles is a writer and
freelance editor. She lives in London with her husband, two kids, an
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Posted by on August 19, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with Jamie Shaw author of Chaos ~ GIVEAWAY

Thanks for coming back for What to Read Wednesday! Today I’m excited to have author Jamie Shaw visiting. She’s talking about heroines fit for a rock star and giving us a sneak peek into her release CHAOS.

Afterward, check out her wonderful giveaway. The link to enter is at the end of the post. GOOD LUCK!!!

Take it away Jamie…


A heroine fit for a rock star has to meet two criteria:
1) She has to like him for him. She can’t be in it for the money or the fame. She has to see the hero as a person, not just a rock star, and she has to fall for that part of him—the real him, the part he shows only her.


2) She can not take his shit. She can’t be just another groupie who allows herself to get walked on or forgotten. She has to stand up for herself, and that will make her unforgettable.


Ultimately, rock stars are looking for that one girl who gets under their skin, the one they had no freaking clue they were looking for. They’re going to fall for a girl who is herself, who doesn’t change into someone different just because she thinks that’s what the hero is looking for. Being yourself is sexy, and being yourself might just land you a rock star. ;)


Mayhem #3   

By: Jamie Shaw

Releasing July 21, 2015

Avon Impulse



From the moment she saw Shawn Scarlett perform at a school talent show, Kit Larson has loved two things: the guitar, and the gorgeous, green-eyed boy who inspired her to play. But one careless night in high school shatters her hope of ever being more than a notch on his bedpost.

Six years, two bands, and one mostly-mended heart later, Kit’s about to make her rock star dreams a reality as the new guitarist for Shawn’s band, The Last Ones to Know. He may not remember their reckless night together, but Kit has never forgotten… and she’s determined to make him eat his heart out.

The release of their new album means a month cooped up on a tour bus, sleeping inches away from the ridiculously sexy musician she’s never quite gotten over. And as Kit gets to know the real Shawn—not Shawn Scarlett, the rock god, the player—their attraction becomes too hot to resist. But the past is paved with secrets, and when they finally surface, Kit could lose everything: the band, the music, her dreams… and Shawn.


As the guys continue asking me questions—have I been in a band before, were we any good, why’d we break up—and I continue giving them answers—in college, we could have been better, because they wanted nine-to-five jobs—I wonder what would happen if Shawn would remember me. Would I be happy? Would he laugh it off? Would he apologize for breaking my teenage heart?

Any apology now would be too little, too late. It’d be meaningless—and so infuriating that I’d have to use my combat boots to do just what Kale told me to.

“And you’re sure this is what you want to do with your life?” Mike asks me, and I nod.

“More than anything.”

Satisfied, Mike turns to Shawn. “Anything to add? Or should we have her play?”

Shawn, who hasn’t said another word since asking me what year I was, rubs the back of his neck and nods. “Sure. Let her play.”

Taking my dismissal for what it is, I walk away and grab my guitar, sliding it onto the stage before hoisting myself up behind it. I force Shawn from my mind and get set up in record time, strapping my Fender around my neck and stepping up to the mic. As I adjust it to fit my height, the guys are all sitting at the tables, laughing and carrying on. All of them but Shawn, who is too bored with my audition to laugh along with the rest of them.

“What do you want me to play?” I ask, ignoring the way he’s staring at the table in front of him like it’s far more interesting than anything I could possibly do onstage.

“Your favorite song!” Adam shouts, and the butterflies in my stomach fade away as I concentrate on the music in my head. I think about my options for a moment before chuckling under my breath and stepping back. As soon as I position my fingers and pluck the E string, all six American Idol judges start to groan and I can’t help laughing.

“Just kidding!” I say into the microphone, knowing they must have heard “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes a hundred times by now by amateur guitarists. When I step away from the mic again, I smile down at my guitar, thinking about it for another brief moment before I begin playing “Vices” by Brand New. My fingers slide over the strings, the harshness of my chords assaulting the very foundation of the building we’re in and reminding me how much I’ve missed being onstage. With my old band, I played small venues to small crowds, but a stage is a stage, and a show is a show. Performing is in my blood now—like being A positive or B negative. I couldn’t forget what it feels like if I tried.

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Born and raised in South Central Pennsylvania, Jamie Shaw earned her M.S. in Professional Writing before realizing that the creative side of writing was her calling. An incurable night-owl, she spends late hours crafting novels with relatable heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. She’s a loyal drinker of white mochas, a fierce defender of emo music, and a passionate enthusiast of all things romance. She loves interacting with readers and always aims to add new names to their book boyfriend lists.


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Posted by on August 12, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with Charlotte Stein author of Never Loved ~ Giveaway

Thanks for coming back for another round of What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Charlotte Stein to the blog. She’s sharing her typical writing day as well as her latest release Never Loved!

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her wonderful giveaway! The link is at the end of the post :)

Take it away Charlotte…


My Typical Writing Day


  1. I usually begin by eating something. If I am five minutes from deadline this something is a handful of cheese and ten tons of chocolate. If I have lots of time, it might be a bagel or even some scrambled eggs!
  2. After the eating comes the long, long death struggle between the Internet, and actually doing some work. Generally, the Internet wins. Some days it has to win, because I need to keep up to date on industry news and talk to readers and things like that. But mostly it’s just me giggling over something Channing Tatum said, or posting pictures of his bottom on Twitter. If you would like more information on his bottom, you can find it here: @charlotte_stein
  3. Then comes the long death struggle between me and Hay Day. I should really never have downloaded Hay Day. Please, if you’re out there, and you need to get things done at any point ever in your life, avoid that nightmarish hell plague of a game like you would avoid…a…nightmarish hell plague.
  4. Once all of that is over with it’s normally time for lunch. If I’m on deadline, I eat chewing gum and jelly beans. If I’m not, I don’t eat anything I just play more Hay Day. Seriously how do I stop needing to feed my pigs? They are so hungry all the time. I can hardly bear to let them suffer!
  5. Finally, I get down to work. And then because I’ve procrastinated hours away, I do it until my arms ache and my butt hurts and one eye is twitching scarily.
  6. On a good day, I manage to write around five thousand words. On a terrible day, I write one paragraph and then agonise over it for three days, accept that I have to cut it, go back and rewrite it seven hundred times, and maybe understand where the story should go about a month later.
  7. By which point I am half-dead wreck who hasn’t seen the sun in decades.
  8. And then I do it all over again the next day! Sounds awful I know, but honestly I would not trade it for anything that lets you go to sleep at a normal time for a normal amount of hours. Unless cradling Channing Tatum’s bottom is a legitimate job, in which case how do I apply?


Never Loved
Dark Obsession # 1

By: Charlotte Stein

Releasing July 21st, 2015




Perfect for fans of Abbi Glines, the first novel in the Dark Obsession series tells the story of a beautiful wallflower who falls for a chiseled street fighter—and learns just how dangerous love can be.

Beatrix Becker spent most of her life under the thumb of her controlling, abusive father. And now that she’s free and attending her dream college, she has no idea how to act like the normal crowd: partying, going on dates, even having a conversation. Then she meets Serge Sorensen. Big and surly with a whole host of riotous tattoos, Serge is supposed to scare the hell out of her. But beneath his harsh exterior, Beatrix discovers a kindred spirit who knows what it’s like to be a misfit. Most exhilarating—and terrifying—is what he does for a living: illegal street fighting.

There’s nothing like the rush Serge gets from the intense athleticism and brutal glory of combat—though his chemistry with Beatrix comes close. Slowly at first, he introduces her to his world, where he lives by instinct, passion, and desire. He even helps her out with her equally traumatized brother. But when Serge gets in too deep with the wrong people, he ends up paying in blood. And suddenly, just as Beatrix has been drawn into Serge’s perfectly sculpted arms, she’s thrown once and for all into the fight of his life.



I know they are the ones I have to speak to. I recognize the guy with the tattoo of a hammer on his biceps, and some of the others look familiar from that bar on Maple Street. I’m pretty sure that’s the guy who pointed Tommy out to me, yet still I hesitate. Of course I hesitate.

They look like such an insane rabble. As I watch through the windscreen of my car, three of them start fighting. One of them pushes another one; the third guy grabs the first by his dirty tank top. Harsh words are exchanged, so fierce and forceful I can almost make out the spittle flying.

Then suddenly there’s a knife. I see its edge gleam in the bright sunlight, about a second before something red appears across the chest of the guy who started it. Blood, I think dizzily. That’s blood. He’s bleeding all over his own T-shirt, and though it isn’t anywhere close to a mortal wound, it doesn’t encourage me to get out of the car.

Nor does the way the fight ends. The one with the knife goes to slash at the other guy again, and I’m just about to cover my eyes with my hand when this enormous man comes out of nowhere. He lashes out with a hand like a shovel, and somehow the knife is on the ground. The brawling men are scattering, as though they were never there at all.

And I understand why.

The big one is pretty terrifying. And obviously everyone else thinks so, too, because they part like butter under a knife before him. He goes back to his bike without anyone so much as brushing his arms, and once there he sits down in a way that gets my attention in a fucking chokehold. I mean, he had it before, but watching the machine balk beneath his weight is something else. It actually seems to sag. I can almost hear its sound of protest.

God knows how he rides the thing. God knows about anything going on here. I try to make a list in my head of all the shenanigans that might be ensuing, but all I can come up with is drug ring. And I’ve got to be honest—I don’t think drug ring is a real thing. It sounds like something my father would have ranted about whenever I asked if I could go anywhere, or do anything, or be out past five in the afternoon.

The drug ring will get you, I think, which would probably be funny if I couldn’t feel his ghost pressing down on my shoulders at the same time. Or if I understood any of this on any level whatsoever. I mean, even if they’re not dealing meth to kids, or about to snatch me and put me in a van, a ton of this stuff is disturbing.

For a start:

Why are they all congregating outside an abandoned convenience store? It’s not even a nice one, with those signs people like to collect and stick up on their walls, or some remnant of civilization still hanging around. It’s an ugly rotten tooth of a place, striped all over with rust streaks and half sagging in the middle.

Yet here they are, milling around in this big odd jumble. Some of them have bikes; some of them have battered cars. Some are dressed in leather and denim; others wander around in mismatched tracksuits. In a couple of cases I spy business-wear, as though the wearers came straight here from an early-morning meeting. This is secretly the abandoned-convenience-store branch of GE, and in a second they’re all going to start funneling funds through accounts in the Caymans.

Or maybe I just hope that’s the case, because now I have to get out of the car.

I have to if I want to find my brother, yet somehow I’m still not doing it. Instead I take out my phone and call the only person who might be able to help me, even if I suspect she won’t be able to help me at all. When I left our dorm room, she was trying to decide if scarves are in or out now, which seems pretty far from this.

I’m not even sure if I should say. But I do anyway.

“Do you know anything about gangs that hang around outside convenience stores?” I ask, bracing myself for all kinds of answers. One time I tried to tell her about my brother and his problems, and she suggested I change my name so I won’t be bothered anymore.

Of course, I couldn’t explain to her why that was ridiculous. Whenever I try, I start doing something silly, like crying uncontrollably. I get this urge to start spilling all my secrets, and most of them barely make any sense. Sometimes I look back on them, and it almost seems as if they happened to another person—one who never had to hide a magazine with a man’s naked chest on it under her mattress, or push every clock in the house back by two minutes so Tommy would be home on time, or fear enclosed spaces in case the next time we never get let out at all.

Those things were just a dream.

This is the reality, where I am a cool and very normal—if slightly older than most freshman—college girl.

Or at least, I will be one soon. All I have to do is get through this latest disaster, and onward to the other side. On the other side is the possibility of being a proper person, a person who is successful at doing the things that everyone else does. I could be more interested in parties and hairstyles and dating, to the point where Sam might actually approve and maybe even remember me.

At the moment, that isn’t happening.

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Charlotte Stein has written over thirty short stories, novellas and novels, including entries in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance and Best New Erotica 10. Her latest work, Run To You, was recently a DABWAHA finalist. When not writing deeply emotional and intensely sexy books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. For more on Charlotte, visit:


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Posted by on July 22, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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What to Read Wednesday with Maggie McGinnis author of Once Upon a Cowboy ~ GIVEAWAY

It’s time for another What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome Maggie McGinnis to the blog. Maggie is talking about what she’d try on for size if she could freeze the world for two weeks. Afterward, check out her latest release Once Upon A Cowboy. Don’t you love the title? And don’t you love the cover? Then you’re going to definitely love the blurb and excerpt :)

Don’t forget to enter her giveaway, too. The link is at the end of the post.

Take it away Maggie…


I Wanna be a Cowgirl


You know that question you get sometimes—the one that goes something like “If you weren’t an XXX, what would you be?” I have a hard time answering, because let’s face it. I’m pretty happy with exactly the life I have.

However … maybe if I could just freeze the world for a couple of weeks while I went off and explored additional options, I could totally get behind the possibilities.

Was I meant to actually be challenging Danica Patrick in next season’s NASCAR circuit? I’d love to get behind the wheel and try it! Is there an Olympic downhill ski racer hidden somewhere deep down inside? Could be, right? How about a singer on a Nashville stage? I could totally see that … because the talent would be built into the fantasy, right?

In the end, though, I really think I’d find my place somewhere in Montana, under huge blue skies, on a beautiful horse. I’d have great boots, a fabulous hat, and a stable full of gorgeous horses. I’d pack fried chicken picnics in my saddlebags and ride to secret waterfalls.  I’d have lots of sunshine, a view of the mountains, and a posse of gal-pals to share margaritas with on Friday nights.

And of course, I’d totally meet the cowboy of my dreams. He’d be gorgeous and sweet and strong and amazing, and we’d live happily ever after in a log cabin on a mountainside because, well, that’s how fantasies work.

But when it was all over, I’d pack up my Stetson and my boots and head back to my sweet house, kiss my fabulous husband, and hug my little ones hard.

After all, any fantasy I could come up with doesn’t come close to matching the one I already have.

So tell me … if you could freeze reality for two weeks and go play at something else, what would YOU do?



Once Upon a Cowboy
Whisper Creek # 1

By: Maggie McGinnis

Releasing June 30, 2015



In this sexy Whisper Creek romance for readers of Kristan Higgins, Susan Mallery, and Molly O’Keefe, a red-hot cowboy uses some Montana magic to give a reclusive beauty her happily ever after. 

Yoga instructor Jessalyn Alcott radiates peace, calm, and serenity—on the outside. Inside, she still feels like the broken, desperate girl from the trailer park. She’s got dark secrets she can’t share, which is why she never lets her relationships go beyond the third date. But when she travels to the Whisper Creek dude ranch for a friend’s wedding, Jess is enchanted by a cowboy whose deep blue eyes, dimpled smile, and rock-hard body make it tough to remember why she keeps running scared.

Cole Driscoll has struggled to find his place on a family ranch where he’s always played second fiddle. His future might be uncertain, but he’s sure of one thing: He wants Jess by his side. Easier said than done. When it comes to getting close, she’s full of excuses, and he longs to fix the hurt he sees in her eyes. Now that she’s at Whisper Creek, there’s nothing he wants more than to break down the walls around her heart and heal her pain with the power of love.

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She’d always imagined a gun would make a louder sound, especially on a sticky summer night with only the crickets as competition. But it was more of a pop—like a kids’ toy rather than a lethal weapon—as Billy aimed it at the cashier and pulled the trigger.

Wait in the car, he’d said. I’m gonna get Old Man Mack to sell me some beer.

So she’d sat in the passenger seat, eyes glued on the store’s plate glass front window, figuring the worst he was going to do was pull his charming I-forgot-my-ID act.

Her hand went to her mouth as Mack grabbed his own chest, spun, and then fell behind the counter. She felt blindly for the car door handle as she watched Billy scoop bills from the cash drawer, but she couldn’t get out fast enough. She heard a strangled sound that must have come from her as he came flying out of the store carrying a case of Bud and the money.

He wrenched open the driver’s door and tossed the case toward her, then gunned the engine before he had his door fully closed. Gravel spit out behind them as he swung onto the pavement and shot the car toward downtown, and she couldn’t seem to take a whole breath as she watched the rearview mirror.

“That was Mack.” Her voice came out in a whisper. “You just shot . . . Mack.”

“You know him?” Billy looked over at her, then grabbed her knee. Hard. “Mack shoulda let me have the beer, princess.”

He squeezed harder, making her wince. “You didn’t see nothing, you got that?”

“God, Billy. We need to call the police. He needs an ambulance.” She didn’t dare crane her neck to look out the back window, but couldn’t get the sight of Mack crumpling behind the counter out of her head.

Billy let out a short, maniacal laugh that made her cringe. “People need to learn who’s in charge around here, princess. Sometimes you gotta teach hard lessons, you know?”

Oh, she knew, all right. Mack wasn’t the only one Billy was trying to teach lately. She felt for the door handle again, but the speedometer was holding steady at forty. Leave it to Billy to shoot a guy cold, then obey the speed limit all the way back to his apartment. She dug her fingernails into her palm, desperate to be out of this car—desperate to be as far away from Billy as possible.

She’d had her breakup speech memorized for three weeks now, but still hadn’t had the courage to deliver it. And now? She shivered, scared to her very core. If Billy’d shoot Mack over a case of beer, what would he do to her if she tried to cut him loose?

“We can’t just leave him there, Billy. What if he—dies?” Her voice cracked as she pictured Mack handing her a piece of bubble gum every Saturday when Grampy used to bring her in for a root beer and a scratch ticket.

“Who we gonna call, princess? The po-lice?” He drew out the word like it amused him. Billy looked over at her again, and she shrank toward the door. “We need to have a little talk about this?”

“No.” Their last little talk had left her with a bag of frozen peas on her ribs and a headache that didn’t go away for a week. She took a catchy breath. “No little talk.”

“Good.” He nodded, pointing toward the case on her lap. “Crack me one of those brews, wouldja? I think I earned it.”


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Maggie McGinnis, USA Today Bestselling Author of Accidental Cowgirl and Driving Without a License, which was a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award is a former high school English teacher, an accomplished musician, and a certified black belt, who lives in New England with her family.


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Posted by on July 15, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday


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