✨EXCERPT: OFF BASE by @authorstephanierose releasing November 5th!
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What kind of a sports reporter would I be if I freaked out on planes?
I’d get over it right now. I would take off alone without anyone placating me and force myself to never worry about this again. The vibration of the plane wheels against the concrete kicked up my pulse, but this would be quick. One terrifying minute and then I’d be fine.
I opened my eyes when Nate pulled at my arm.
“Really, Nate. I’m fine. Don’t make this a big deal—”
He took my hand in his, grazing his palm against mine as he laced our fingers together, tucking our joined hands in between us.
“Just squeeze if you’re scared, okay? I’ve got you, hotshot.”
Nate’s dark gaze locked with mine, a tiny smile on his lips as if we were sharing a private joke. I smiled back as I took in a full breath, despite the air he always managed to steal from my lungs.
My stomach relaxed and my shoulders eased as I focused on the glide of his callused thumb back and forth across the top of my hand. I squeezed back, letting the charge from where my skin touched his both calm and excite me.
Nate gripped my hand tighter as the plane sped up, the glittering New York skyline in the distance whirring past the window as we ascended, my belly dropping as we went higher, but not from fear.
Or not the same fear that I had been battling a few minutes ago.
Nate grinned and gave me a tiny nod, keeping hold of my hand until the plane coasted above the clouds.
“All good?”
“All good,” I choked out, squeezing his hand one last time before I slipped mine free, already disappointed by the loss of contact.
Now, whenever I had to fly, this was what I’d remember at takeoff, and I both looked forward to and dreaded the memory.
My life would be so much easier if I could just stop falling in love with Nate Becker.
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✨EXCERPT: FALLING FOR THE HOLIDAYS by @authorerinhawkins releasing November 5th!
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“You,” I say, keeping my voice pitched low. “You’re the tech guy?” Beck leans next to the glass case with the display of Cedar Hollow’s history. “Guilty. Small town, big coincidence.” His smile tilts. “Hi, Lottie.” My name in his mouth does things it shouldn’t. I cross my arms tighter to cover my hard nipples. “Let’s recap. Last night was a one-time thing.” He tsks. “Who said that? You?” He looks entertained. “Because if you didn’t have a good time—” “I didn’t say—” “I have notes.” He pats his pocket like he’s about to produce them. “Your breathy pants. Your slickness. The way you were clenching my cock—” “Beck!” I slap a hand over his mouth so fast I nearly sprain something. “Do not say that here.” His eyes dance with amusement while his lips curve against my palm, warm and teasing. Then, he peels my fingers away, gently. “Why not?” he murmurs, voice dropping low, and wicked. “It’s true. God, Lottie, I’m still thinking about you gripping me. I swear I can feel you if I stand still long enough. And Oliver was right about your cookies, but they aren’t the only thing I want to eat every day.” Heat rockets through me. I take a deliberate step back like distance can fix the surge of desire rushing through me. “I’m a mom,” I say, crisp. “I don’t have time for…this.” “For orgasms?” His eyebrows lift. “For you,” I snap, then sigh because his grin says he knows I don’t mean it the way it sounds. “For messy. For complicated. I work two jobs. Oliver has school and hockey and now this festival project. I do everything.” His face softens; the teasing doesn’t vanish, but it shifts. “Maybe if you asked for help.” “Asked for help,” I echo. “That’s adorable.” “It’s practical.” “Beck.”
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