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๐๐๐๐ (๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ฐ) by Jay McLean releases next week! Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
๐งฒ Forced Proximity
โค๏ธโ๐ฅ Slow Burn
๐ Small Town
๐ Childhood Enemies to Lovers
โ๏ธ Summer Romance
โค๏ธโ๐ฉน Trauma-Healing
Excerpt:
I take the coldest shower I can physically handle, but it does nothing to lessen the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I give up hope and get out, dry quickly, slip on my shorts, then mindlessly go back to the bedroom. Where Addie is. Facing a full-length mirror, her back to the door, she slowly, and Iโm almost certainโdeliberatelyโdrags her shorts up and over her ass as if sheโs putting on a show, just for me.
Jesus, take the wheel.
In fact, take the whole damn car.
I canโt breathe. I canโt form a single thought. I can, however, force my gaze to meet hers through the mirror.
She doesnโt speak.
Neither do I.
Did she do that on purpose, just to mess with me? No. I shouldโve knocked. I donโt know why I didnโt. Clearly, my mind is gone. Completely lost.
Addie breaks the stare first, bending over to collect the pile of wet clothes by her feet. โDo you have a dryer?โ
I come to, stepping forward and taking the clothes from her. I make quick work of dumping them in the dryer, and when I return, sheโs at the dresser, picking up my headphone case, inspecting it, then placing it back down. โSo,โ she says.
โSo,โ I return, sitting on the edge of the bed.
With her back still turned, she asks, โWhat exactly were we doing in this dream of yours?โ
Of course, she wants the details. If the roles were reversed, Iโd want them, too. Luckily for her, Iโve been trying out this new Adelaide Baker routine latelyโsaying exactly whatโs on my mind. I keep my eyes trained on her, watching for a response, when I tell her, โWe werenโt doing anything. You were doing all the work.โ
Her shoulders stiffen, just for a moment. โHmm,โ she says, finally facing me. โWas I clothed?โ
Ignoring the heat rushing to my cheeks, I shake my head.
She eyes the ceiling, pondering. โWas I hot?โ
โAddie,โ I scoff. โYouโre wearing my clothesโclothes way too big. I can barely make out your bodyโand youโre hot right now.โ In fact, sheโs never been hotter.
โYou think Iโm hot?โ
โI have eyes.โ
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๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฑ๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง by Ginger Scott releases next week. Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
โ๏ธSoulmates
โ๏ธProfessional football
โ๏ธFound family
โ๏ธLegacy
โ๏ธSmall town
โ๏ธDisability representation
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โThat was a lot, huh?โ Bryce says, his lip tugging up in empathy.
I shrug, then hold my shoulders up for an extra second before letting them drop. That felt good, too.
โItโs all a lot,โ I confess.
He nods with a tight, soft grin. I hold his gaze for a few seconds, mentally debating
whether I really want to know whatโs in his head. The tense grip this entire thing has on my chest is so strong that I decide I canโt have too many details, and maybe knowing more about the dirty underbelly of sports contract negotiations will arm me with the tools to help Wyatt come out of this unscathed.
โBe honest,โ I say, lifting my chin a touch. My eyes dim on his. I doubt I need to say
more.
โThis is really happening, Peyt.โ His chest rises with a deep inhale, and it may have been
years since he was my boyfriend, and he may have been an adolescent idiot back then, but I still know his tells. Thereโs something heโs not saying.
โI donโt think weโd be here if there wasnโt something to this. But Iโm not a fragile ego you have to dance around, Bryce. Neither is Wyatt. Tell me the truthโwhat are his chances? I know they drafted a quarterback. Heโs young, and he was in the Heisman conversation. Is this all for show?โ
I was old enough to understand some of the political games that were played during my
dadโs final years when he met with certain coaches. Sometimes a visit is more about putting pressure on the other guy. And young players often need to be put in their place. I need to know if thatโs what this is. It wonโt matter, because I believe Wyatt will come out on top even if thatโs not how they envision him here. But Iโd like to know how hard my husband is going to have to battle so I can fight along with him.
โWhiskey is an easier sell, Peyt. I wonโt lie. Heโs a league minimum, and heโs better than a lot of the offensive line guys coming in. His injury profile is slim to none, and heโs stayed in pretty good shape for a big man. Heโs not a huge risk for them. Butโโ I quirk a brow.
โBut,โ I echo.
Bryce glances over his shoulder, as if making sure weโre alone. We are, but since the elevator doors open just then, he waits for us to step in before finishing his words.
โWyattโs the one they wanted to see. Whiskey would not be here getting the look if I wasnโt bringing Wyatt along with him. Heโs got some legitimate fans calling the shots.โ I hold Bryceโs gaze for a beat, the tightness easing a little in my chest. I also digest the
things he didnโt say just now. While Wyatt has some fans, he also has some haters. Heโs going to have to prove himself, but thatโs never been a problem for him. And six years away from a serious game or not, thereโs still nobody better than him behind the ball.
My focus drifts, and my eyes zero in on the elevator numbers. The four lights up, and
before the elevator doors open to the executive suites, I turn to Bryce one last time.
โIf you make this happen, youโre his guy for life. You know that, right?โ
Bryce blinks, then offers a slight nod.
โI know, Peyt. I promise Iโll work my ass off for him.โ
The ding of the elevator doesnโt faze me, my gaze fixed on Bryceโs face for every millisecond before the doors open and break this bubble of trust. And there is trust between us. I feel it. I see it in his eyes. He wants this for Wyatt, and Iโm sure, selfishly, for himself. Thereโs nothing wrong with that. If he continues to have integrity, weโll share this corner of our lives with him. Heโs earned my benefit of the doubt. Now he needs to earn Wyattโs.
BLURB:
Years ago, I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didnโt know how.
When I met Wyatt Stone, I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him, I assumed my life would follow the same path as my motherโsโthe wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it.
But when Wyatt didnโt get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyattโs light, however hard he fought to keep it alive, dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family, though. It lingers, like the haze that hovers over my familyโs ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.
For my dad, the game stuck around through coaching, and Wyatt thought maybe that was enough for him too. But football had other plans. A second chance at glory. A renewed spark in his soul, calling him to give the dream one more shot. And as much as I want to keep him close, to start our family and walk a new pathโone that football doesnโt get to dictateโI know that when it comes to this game, Iโve never really called the shots. Iโve merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesnโt break my heart completely.
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๐จ๐ต ๐จ๐ด๐ฌ๐น๐ฐ๐ช๐จ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ซ๐ถ๐ต by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Louise Bay
releases next week. Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
๐Fake Engagement
๐Grumpy Billionaire
๐American FMC/British MMC
๐New in town
๐Vacation Romance
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I smooth my hand over his shoulder and look up at him, pulling in a breath as I take in his sharp jaw, his full lips, and how close he is to me. Heโd only have to move his head a little, and weโd be kissing. I fight the urge to burrow under the soft wool of his jacket, to feel more of him, to be even closer than we are.
I donโt know what it is, but something has shifted between us this morning. Thereโs an easiness, a knowing between us that wasnโt there before.
โYouโre a fabulous dancer,โ I say. Of all the talents I could imagine Ben having, ballroom dancing wasnโt one of them.
โYouโve got good rhythm,โ he replies, looking away and over my shoulder as our movements get smaller and smaller. โAnd now youโve reenacted one of your favorite scenes.โ
โDay made. Noโlife made.โ More and more, Benโs featuring in my favorite parts of this trip. And itโs not just because of how much time weโre spending together.
A grin unfurls on his face, revealing his rarely seen dimple.
โHow many people know you can dance?โ
He narrows his eyes like heโs looking into my soul. โItโs my secret superpower.โ
I laugh. โI bet thereโs a small club of women who know the truth. Itโs got to be the worldโs easiest way to get someone into bed with you.โ If I didnโt think Ben was the most attractive man Iโd ever laid eyes on before today, I certainly do now.
He doesnโt say anything; we just dance in silence. The smell and feel of him is solid, familiar. Almost like he belongs to me. I could stay like this, in this weird filmlike reality, forever.
Weโve drifted apart a little and he pulls me closer. I lean my head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my back. He seems in no hurry to go back to the house, and neither am I. I canโt think of anyplace better to be other than swaying in my fake fiancรฉโs arms. For a few minutes, maybe real life can ebb away, and I can pretend the fantasy is all there is.
Blurb:
Tuesday Reynoldsโs dreamy life in Manhattan has gone belly-up. Ditched by her college sweetheart and with her Wall Street banking job at risk, sheโs off to London to prove herself to a new CEO. Plans change when Tuesday meets Ben Kelley, a wealthy, scowly, and movie-star-handsome stranger. Heโs just missing one thing to make his professional dreams come true.
What does Ben need? Oh, just a fake fiancรฉe to impress a duke and duchess. Whatโs in it for Tuesday? Enough money to put a down payment on an apartment back in New York, a new wardrobe, and a weekend in the country at the stately home of the duke and duchess. The Bridgerton vibes are absolutely off the charts.
Everything between Ben and Tuesday is completely professional, until the rehearsals for their weekend romance start to feelโฆalmost authentic.
Itโs official. Tuesdayโs life has been hijacked by a rom-com scriptwriter. But the best love stories arenโt the ones on the big screen. Maybe theyโre the real ones that sneak up on you when you least expect it.
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