Everyone knows that the biggest risk you can take with your best friend is to cross a certain line.
When it comes to relationships, Hunter Lancing is not a risk taker. Between his parents’ terrible divorce and his own bad decisions, he’s been burned. Computers make more sense to him. Everything has a rule. Everything is defined. Like his computers, his best friend is defined, constant, and comes with rules he won’t break.
“Ohhh, I think I’ve died and gone to chocolate heaven,” she gushed as she picked up a spoon and sliced it through the cake. Her eyes drifted shut as she chewed and he let himself watch her. Let himself enjoy her, just for a moment. He swore her happy little moan might take him to his knees. What would he have to do to recreate that sound from her?
Nothing. You do nothing.
“This is hands down one of the best brownies I’ve ever had. You have got to have some, Lancelot.” She opened her eyes.
Hunter grabbed the spoon and stabbed at the brownie.
“Hey, this is a work of art, treat it with the respect it deserves,” admonished Natalie as she gently sliced another portion off with her spoon.
“It’s a brownie, Nat. It’s meant to be eaten, not admired.”
“No reason why you can’t do both.”
For the next few minutes, they ate and Hunter looked at everything around him but Natalie and the spoon going in and out of her mouth. The way her lips clung to the metal as she slipped it back out. The dart of her tongue to lick up anything she missed. Not to mention more small noises of pleasure she was making. Someone should put him out of his misery now. This was Texas. Someone had to be packing, right?
When she finished, she placed the spoon on the plate, a look of sadness turning her irises a darker blue.
“I stand by my comment—best brownie. What do you think?”
“It wasn’t bad.” Honestly, he couldn’t remember a single bite.
She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re a brownie heathen, Hunter Lancing.”
“Add it to the growing list of annoying things about me you have,” he grumbled, tossing his napkin on the plate.
“I would never have a list like that about you.” Natalie sat up and leaned over the table, the neckline of her dress dipped, and his eyes were drawn to her cleavage. He quickly averted his gaze and locked onto hers right as her thumb brushed the side of his mouth.
Like what happened when he was in the zone with his coding, all his focus zeroed in on her and only her. The way the fairy lights on the tree highlighted her brown hair. Her lips glossy and probably sweet from dessert. Her touch against his skin, soft and simple…mesmerizing. The temptation to lean forward and kiss her threatened to derail him like a virtual virus would a computer program.
“Crumb,” she whispered as if she too was caught up in the sensual spell weaving around them. Her voice soft like the fall of a snowflake on the ground, blue eyes turning hazy…dreamy.
Award-winning contemporary romance author Kadie Scott grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. She attempted to find a practical career by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing) and an MBA. However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. Kadie also writes sweet contemporary romance as Kristen McKanagh, and award-winning paranormal and YA/NA fantasy romance as Abigail Owen. No matter the genre, she loves to write happily-ever-afters that shine with home, heart, and humor. Kadie currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero husband and their two children, who are growing up way too fast.
USA Today Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love. On her first school report her teacher noted “Nicole likes to tell her own stories”. It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book.
Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.
The long-awaited sequel to Breaking Beth is finally coming July 2022, pre-order now!
“I’m too broken for love.”
After everything Beth has been through, all she wants is to feel normal. To be normal. But the weight of her past won’t let her go easily.
“Wanting her is wrong.”
All Jake wants is to be a hero. To save as many as he can from the monsters of this world. But when the monsters come for Beth Doherty… he isn’t thinking like a hero.
Ripping her out of her life was bad enough. Wanting her is worse. But resisting her might just be impossible.
Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers—she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after. Don’t miss a release! Sign up for the newsletter to get new book alerts (and a free welcome book) at http://jenniferbene.com/newsletter
Title: Lawdawg Author: Markeeta Karland Series: Black Reign MC #7 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Eden: The first time I saw Grady Bassett was when Samson brought Charlotte home. Turned out my brother’s woman is Grady’s daughter. Naturally, the man’s focus wasn’t on some camgirl at a MC he had no desire to be around. When he finally does notice me, he can’t see me for my position within the club — a woman who has sex on camera for strangers. But I noticed him… and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.
Lawdawg: Eden’s the most naturally sexy woman I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been worried sick about my daughter, but the second the danger to her was past, I became obsessed with Eden. I even downloaded every one of her videos. Which meant I binge watched. I gave Samson hell for wanting my daughter when he’s so much older, but now I’m in the same position. I need to let her go, to be the better man. But now I know Eden has an online stalker. He knows where she lives and who her friends are. Black Reign is compromised, so I reached out Cain at Bones MC. She might be young enough to be my daughter, but she’s still mine. No one will ever harm her. This stalker will have to go through me to even get close.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey there, Lawdawg. How’s it hangin’?” She hiccuped slightly at the end and giggled.
“Are you… are you drunk?”
“Well, yeah. It’s a party, you know. We’re all drunk.”
“Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.” I scrubbed a hand over my face but continued. “Listen to me, Eden. Go to Samson. You’re in danger. There’s a guy stalking you.”
“Sinner58? Yeah. I know. He’s running off all my good followers.” She sounded like she was pouting.
“You knew about this?” Anger was starting to build inside me. Anger. Aggression. I wanted to take her over my knee and paddle her like the child she was.
“Of course, I knew! He’s been bullying my regulars for weeks. It’s just that it must have stepped up in the last few days, because my followers are leaving now instead of merely waiting until the next show.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
“Nope.” No further explanation.
“Of course, you didn’t.” I let out an exasperated breath. “Look. Just stay put. This guy knows where you are and how to get to you. I’m headed that way.”
“Oh, you are, huh?”
“Eden…” I tried to inject as much warning as I could. Anyone else would have tripped all over themselves to do his bidding. Eden? Not so much.
“What do you plan on doing when you get here?”
“I’m lockin’ that place down with you in it!”
“Oh, really?”
“I don’t have time to argue with you, Eden,” I snapped, beginning to get really angry now. Well, angry but more frustrated. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all. Hadn’t in all the time she knew about it.
“You don’t?” I sensed a trap but had no idea what it might be. “Well, what if I did this…” There was a pause before my phone signaled I had a text. I pulled it up and there was a selfie of Eden. Her exquisite tits on fine display. “Or this.” The next image she sent had a man sucking at one of those tits. Something inside me just… snapped. I felt like something inside my head that was primitive and territorial roared to the front and demanded I claim that woman. She was mine. No one else’s. It didn’t seem to matter she was young enough to be my daughter or that my late wife was probably rolling over in her grave because of the girl’s age. I needed her and had every intention of taking her with me. I could tell myself it was to keep her safe, but the pure and simple fact was, I just fucking wanted her.
Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.
