🧡 𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙋𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝘼𝙇 🧡
𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗠 (𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟰) by Jay McLean releases next week! Check out this sneak peek!
𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑/ 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓! https://mybook.to/liam-jm
𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙐𝙥: https://bit.ly/4jcqzhO
What to expect:
🧲 Forced Proximity
❤️🔥 Slow Burn
🏠 Small Town
💔 Childhood Enemies to Lovers
☀️ Summer Romance
❤️🩹 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 I’m almost certain—deliberately—drags her shorts up and over her ass as if she’s putting on a show, just for me.
Jesus, take the wheel.
In fact, take the whole damn car.
I can’t breathe. I can’t form a single thought. I can, however, force my gaze to meet hers through the mirror.
She doesn’t speak.
Neither do I.
Did she do that on purpose, just to mess with me? No. I should’ve knocked. I don’t know why I didn’t. Clearly, my mind is gone. Completely lost.
Addie breaks the stare first, bending over to collect the pile of wet clothes by her feet. “Do you have a dryer?”
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, she’s at the dresser, picking up my headphone case, inspecting it, then placing it back down. “So,” she says.
“So,” I return, sitting on the edge of the bed.
With her back still turned, she asks, “What exactly were we doing in this dream of yours?”
Of course, she wants the details. If the roles were reversed, I’d want them, too. Luckily for her, I’ve been trying out this new Adelaide Baker routine lately—saying exactly what’s on my mind. I keep my eyes trained on her, watching for a response, when I tell her, “We weren’t doing anything. You were doing all the work.”
Her shoulders stiffen, just for a moment. “Hmm,” she says, finally facing me. “Was I clothed?”
Ignoring the heat rushing to my cheeks, I shake my head.
She eyes the ceiling, pondering. “Was I hot?”
“Addie,” I scoff. “You’re wearing my clothes—clothes way too big. I can barely make out your body—and you’re hot right now.” In fact, she’s never been hotter.
“You think I’m hot?”
“I have eyes.”
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🏈 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋 🏈
𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by Ginger Scott releases next week. Check out this sneak peek!
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𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬!
What to expect:
✔️Soulmates
✔️Professional football
✔️Found family
✔️Legacy
✔️Small town
✔️Disability representation
𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓:
“That was a lot, huh?” 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.
“It’s all a lot,” 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 what’s in his head. The tense grip this entire thing has on my chest is so strong that I decide I can’t 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.
“Be honest,” I say, lifting my chin a touch. My eyes dim on his. I doubt I need to say
more.
“This is really happening, Peyt.” 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. There’s something he’s not saying.
“I don’t think we’d be here if there wasn’t something to this. But I’m not a fragile ego you have to dance around, Bryce. Neither is Wyatt. Tell me the truth—what are his chances? I know they drafted a quarterback. He’s young, and he was in the Heisman conversation. Is this all for show?”
I was old enough to understand some of the political games that were played during my
dad’s 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 that’s what this is. It won’t matter, because I believe Wyatt will come out on top even if that’s not how they envision him here. But I’d like to know how hard my husband is going to have to battle so I can fight along with him.
“Whiskey is an easier sell, Peyt. I won’t lie. He’s a league minimum, and he’s better than a lot of the offensive line guys coming in. His injury profile is slim to none, and he’s stayed in pretty good shape for a big man. He’s not a huge risk for them. But—” I quirk a brow.
“But,” I echo.
Bryce glances over his shoulder, as if making sure we’re alone. We are, but since the elevator doors open just then, he waits for us to step in before finishing his words.
“Wyatt’s the one they wanted to see. Whiskey would not be here getting the look if I wasn’t bringing Wyatt along with him. He’s got some legitimate fans calling the shots.” I hold Bryce’s gaze for a beat, the tightness easing a little in my chest. I also digest the
things he didn’t say just now. While Wyatt has some fans, he also has some haters. He’s going to have to prove himself, but that’s never been a problem for him. And six years away from a serious game or not, there’s 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.
“If you make this happen, you’re his guy for life. You know that, right?”
Bryce blinks, then offers a slight nod.
“I know, Peyt. I promise I’ll work my ass off for him.”
The ding of the elevator doesn’t faze me, my gaze fixed on Bryce’s 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 I’m sure, selfishly, for himself. There’s nothing wrong with that. If he continues to have integrity, we’ll share this corner of our lives with him. He’s earned my benefit of the doubt. Now he needs to earn Wyatt’s.
BLURB:
Years ago, I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didn’t 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 mother’s—the wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it.
But when Wyatt didn’t get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyatt’s 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 family’s 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 path—one that football doesn’t get to dictate—I know that when it comes to this game, I’ve never really called the shots. I’ve merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesn’t break my heart completely.
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💙 𝔼𝕏ℂ𝔼ℝℙ𝕋 ℝ𝔼𝕍𝔼𝔸𝕃 💙
𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑵 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:
💙Fake Engagement
💗Grumpy Billionaire
💙American FMC/British MMC
💗New in town
💙Vacation Romance
𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓:
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. He’d only have to move his head a little, and we’d 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 don’t know what it is, but something has shifted between us this morning. There’s an easiness, a knowing between us that wasn’t there before.
“You’re a fabulous dancer,” I say. Of all the talents I could imagine Ben having, ballroom dancing wasn’t one of them.
“You’ve got good rhythm,” he replies, looking away and over my shoulder as our movements get smaller and smaller. “And now you’ve reenacted one of your favorite scenes.”
“Day made. No—life made.” More and more, Ben’s featuring in my favorite parts of this trip. And it’s not just because of how much time we’re spending together.
A grin unfurls on his face, revealing his rarely seen dimple.
“How many people know you can dance?”
He narrows his eyes like he’s looking into my soul. “It’s my secret superpower.”
I laugh. “I bet there’s a small club of women who know the truth. It’s got to be the world’s easiest way to get someone into bed with you.” If I didn’t think Ben was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on before today, I certainly do now.
He doesn’t 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.
We’ve 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 can’t think of anyplace better to be other than swaying in my fake fiancé’s arms. For a few minutes, maybe real life can ebb away, and I can pretend the fantasy is all there is.
Blurb:
Tuesday Reynolds’s dreamy life in Manhattan has gone belly-up. Ditched by her college sweetheart and with her Wall Street banking job at risk, she’s 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. He’s just missing one thing to make his professional dreams come true.
What does Ben need? Oh, just a fake fiancée to impress a duke and duchess. What’s 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 feel…almost authentic.
It’s official. Tuesday’s life has been hijacked by a rom-com scriptwriter. But the best love stories aren’t the ones on the big screen. Maybe they’re the real ones that sneak up on you when you least expect it.
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