Lieutenant Colonel Brenden Jasper lives a life of secrets, danger, and clandestine missions. As commander of the most elite Black Ops unit in the world, nothing is more important to him than protecting the country he loves. But there’s a reason only the toughest, battle-tested, alpha men can call themselves members of the Black 2131 brotherhood. None but those in the highest realms of government even know of its existence, and it’s Brenden’s job to avoid emotional entanglements so he can keep it that way.
Dr. Paige Nichols has spent her life ruled by logic and reason, teaching and analyzing art history, so nothing could have prepared her for the completely overwhelming attraction-at-first-sight when she sets eyes on Brenden. Their chance encounter at a party opens her up to a tantalizing dark side she never knew she had—and leaves her wanting so much more. But a man with a dark side often comes with way too many secrets…ones that could put her life in danger.
Though their chemistry burns hotter than ever, when danger comes knocking on Paige’s door, Brenden will have to walk a fine line between duty, honor, and love.
“Are you done hiding from me?” The smooth tenor jumpstarted her heart.
Paige whipped around to see Brenden leaning in the door frame. A smile curved his lips as she struggled through heavy breaths. “Hi… Hiding from you?” She gulped down a mixture of fear and excitement as butterflies began dancing in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she wanted them to stop because at least the fluttery feeling confirmed she wasn’t dreaming.
He slid his hands into his pockets while his eyes intently scanned her face as if he were committing every inch to memory. “You didn’t give me a chance to tell you Happy New Year.”
A flush crept along her neck before stinging her cheeks. She peeked up, afraid of how the energy in her body was responding to Brenden. “Ditto,” she muttered. “Happy New Year! I guess chivalry does exist.”
He shrugged and began moving towards her. Face to face, he looked upon her, again studying her like a work of art. “Not sure if the thoughts I’m having of you would be deemed chivalrous, Paige.”
She felt her mouth form a little “o” while her heartbeat triple timed. The sincerity etched across Brenden’s face and the want laced within his husky voice began casting a spell, unraveling inhibitions she’d clung to for fear of failure or rejection.
“Why are you here by yourself?” He shifted his gaze beyond her to the ocean before taking a few steps to claim the space at the balcony rail.
“I could ask you the same,” she replied before returning to her place along the rail that was now a few feet from the sexiest man alive.
“True, but I suppose neither of us wants to share what we’d rather forget.”
Paige nodded. How did he know? She’d been trying to forget for the last twenty years. And now, seeing the sliver of tension twitch at Brenden’s jaw, it made her curious to learn what he wanted to forget.
“Forget?” she asked out loud, and not on purpose.
He faced her. Sweet Jesus, the man’s eyes could read a girl’s soul and betray her most private thoughts. “Don’t you want to?”
Something in him whispered to her deepest, darkest desires. Her body slowly began overriding her mind. “How?” she asked, desperate for her next breath. She then swallowed an inhale and reached up, pushing strands of his tousled hair from his face.
Brenden stepped in, closing the distance between them. He looked down into her eyes, lowered his head, and brushed his lips across hers. His fingers threaded the strands of her hair before he tilted her neck and pressed his lips to her bouncing pulse.
Her breaths became more unpredictable, fueling the sharpening ache between her legs that halted rational contemplation. Mind versus body. Never before had she been uncertain of which would win.
Another stuttering breath escaped her lips, and her eyes closed as Brenden’s teeth sank into her skin. “Mmmm…feels good.” “Tastes good.” His body pressed harder against hers. “And now you know my most indecent thoughts.”
C. Chilove is a southern girl residing in the beautiful Sunshine State. When she’s not writing, she’s cheering on her little ballerina, being protected by her daring ninja, cooking yummy dishes for her hubby, or exploring flea markets and antique stores for hidden treasures.
They call me “The Devil.” Deranged and violent. Gorgeous but frightening.
I’m a businessman so when one of my debtors offers me his fiancé in exchange for a debt settled I figure why not.
Repayment comes in the form of a beautiful but haunted young woman.
The light in her tempts the darkness inside of me. Teases it, tortures it.
I want to hurt her. I want to break her. I want to keep her.
Luckily for Celia she fails to see that there is no goodness in me and when she attempts to draw me in with her innocence, and sweet naive heart I thrive to show her the cruel monster I am.
J.L. Beck is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR, she has written over fifty different romance novels. She started her journey of writing back in 2014 and hasn’t slowed down a second since then.
She’s captivated by real romance, and loves reading about strong “ALPHA” males, as well as sassy heroines that know or may not know what they want. She is best known for delivering a happily ever after but has ended things on a cliffhanger a time or two.
When she’s not typing away at her next book you can find her being a mom to her two adorable kiddos and wife to her high school sweetheart.
She’s obsessed with Starbucks, social media, and is definitely more of a dog person than cat.
Born and raised in Germany, Cassandra moved to the United States when she was eighteen. She always had a love for reading, that love slowly transpired into writing. She put fingers to the keyboard and started writing about the dark side of romance.
Cassandra is one half of the international bestselling author duo Beck & Hallman, who are most knows for the writing the Northwood University series.
A single moment of human brutality marks the difference between heaven and hell. It’s a rapid free fall from paradise and the drop is catastrophic.
Back then, we were just a couple of dirt poor teenagers who had nothing except for our friendship. I wanted it to be more and one night I made my move. Everything was perfect then, but perfection is fleeting. For one brief shining moment, everything was beautiful, but an inconceivable nightmare sent us straight to hell…to depths from which we could never return.
I left our hometown—a place she once called paradise—to flee the aftermath of that brutal event that broke us so completely. I left her behind to pick up the broken pieces of her soul that had shattered irreparably. And now, I’m going back to face the wreckage that I thought I’d put behind me—my father’s gruesome legacy, the trauma of our past, and the girl who survived it all without me by her side.
She hates me now for leaving her behind and I don’t blame her. I don’t blame her, but I want her. I want her, even though I know I should stay away from her.
I could be dangerous. I am my father’s son, after all. Content Warning: This book contains brief scenes of violence and is premised around a theme of trauma and healing.
“What did you wish for?” he asks, picking the candle from the cupcake and licking the frosting off the end.
I’m momentarily distracted by the way he sucks the end of it into his mouth. My heart skips a beat and butterflies flap their wings like crazy as my mind drifts. I shouldn’t be thinking about my best friend’s tongue licking frosting off things…and places.
I shake my head and take the cupcake from his hand, working to peel the wrapper off as I turn forward to look at the mountain sunset. “You know I can’t tell you that. Then it won’t come true.”
He moves to sit beside me, hip to hip, with our legs dangling over the edge. He sets the candle down on the dirt beside him and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up before shoving his hands into the pockets. I don’t know why he wears hoodies in the summer—it’s scorching hot until nightfall—but it’s kind of a signature look for him.
“But if you tell me what you wished for,” he says, “then I could make it come true.”
“Really?” I lick blue frosting off my finger before I set the cupcake wrapper beside me. “What if I wished for a million dollars?”
“Then I’d get it for you.”
“How?”
He chuckles. “I don’t know. But I’d figure it out if that’s what you wanted.”
I swallow hard though I haven’t even taken a bite of the cake yet. “You really have to stop being so nice to me.” I take a dramatically large bite of mostly frosting and say the next part with a full mouth and good humor. “You’re gonna spoil me.”
Andrés nudges his shoulder against mine. “You can’t spoil someone who’s already spoiled, brat.”
The way he calls me brat makes my spine tingle and I don’t know why. I’m glad the sun is falling behind the mountain line and darkness creeps in to hide my flushed cheeks.
“Did you make this?” I ask, glancing over at him to find him watching me, his eyes on my mouth as my tongue swipes frosting from my bottom lip.
His eyes lift to meet mine and he smiles. “I did. Are you impressed?”
“I am. You wanna bite?” I hold out the remaining half of the cupcake in offering.
His thick, dark eyebrows knit together as he looks at it. “Yeah. Sure.” He leans in and takes a bite from the side at a strange angle and his lips brush against the top of my finger.
It makes me flinch, but not in a bad way. It’s because of the way my stomach tightens at his touch. Touch isn’t foreign between us, it’s always been there—hugs and side jabs and the occasional playful wrestle. It’s just that things have felt different lately.
Brynn Ford is an independent author of romance in all of its beautiful and sensually taboo forms. She is a lover of the dark, twisted, and playful and strives to bring the unmentionable aspects of passionate romance into her stories.
Brynn resides in the Midwest with her husband and sons, whom she expects will someday be embarrassed by their mom’s books. When she isn’t obsessively writing, you may find her binge watching favorite shows while eating far too much junk food or fanatically reading, always seeking to lose herself in the emotional roller coaster of a damn good story.
She is quite the idealist, despite her fascination with the wicked and warped aspects of humanity. Some of her stories may run out of words before a happily ever after, but she’s a firm believer that her characters continue to live on outside the pages in the minds of her readers. Stories don’t end just because there aren’t anymore pages to turn.
Title: The Glass Slipper Author: K. Webster Genre: Contemporary Romance
Betraying the most powerful man in New York wasn’t something I ever envisioned when I first started playing games with Winston Constantine. But he’s engaged in far more dangerous games than ours, and his enemies are out for blood.
Winston has my heart, the Morellis have incriminating photos, and I’m left with nothing except three stepbrothers who want to hurt me and a future in doubt. I knew Winston wouldn’t be my prince charming, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him. After all, the slippers fit, and I let myself believe I’d be dancing with Winston forever. Until too much truth comes to light.
Until I realize instead of ruling the board, I was just a pawn.
In the end, I have only one question. When his game with me is over, will I be able to pretend as if the glass slipper wasn’t a perfect fit?
“Why? I’m not your boyfriend. What are you apologizing for?”
Anger flashes in her eyes. “I’m sorry for breaking what we had. But, damn, grow up and stop pouting.”
“Pouting.” I bark out a scornful laugh. “You’ve been scheming with a Morelli behind my back, Ash. It’s not pouting, it’s called being pissed off.”
“And hurt.” She bites down on her juicy bottom lip making me want to bite it too. “I hurt you.”
No.
Liar.
“Constantines don’t get hurt. We do the hurting.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“You believe in fairy tales, Cinderelliott, so your opinion is irrelevant.”
“I hurt you and I’m sorry for that. But I didn’t betray you. Yes, I kept things from you because Leo was terrifying and threatening me at every turn, but I didn’t sell you guys out.”
“I said I don’t care.”
“You do,” she argues. “You care about me and it makes you angry.”
“Are we done here?” I bark out. “I’m done discussing this. I don’t care. You’re my fucking employee. How many times do I have to say it?”
Her gaze hardens. “As many times as you need to in order to convince yourself. Meanwhile, I’m not buying the bullshit you’re selling.”
“I’m leaving.”
“And not get to pay me back?” She leans forward, toying with my tie. “That’s not your style. You’re Winston fucking Constantine. You always get what’s owed to you.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s my guy,” she murmurs, tugging on my tie to pull me closer.
“Not your guy.”
“Liar.”
Her lips brush against mine, soft and sweet. For a moment, I almost give in, kissing her pouty lips like I would have two days ago. In the last second, I bite her fat bottom lip. Her hazel eyes flare as she glowers at me.
“Asshole.”
“I think the headlines called me a monster. Or was it a predator? Sex fiend?”
“I’m pretty sure at least one writeup called you an asshole.”
“Your diary doesn’t count.”
I grab a handful of her hair that’s no longer in a sleek ponytail but now in a messy bun. She whimpers when I twist it in my fist. Slowly, I pull her head back, exposing her creamy neck to me.
“What can I do to make this better?” she murmurs, her body shuddering as I run my nose along a silky path on her neck to her jaw. “I want to fix us.”
“We’re not an us, therefore we were never broken, thus there is nothing to fix.” I bite her jawbone making her gasp.
“If I find a way to get Leo back, will that make it better?”
His name on her lips has a fierce growl rumbling through me. “Don’t you fucking dare speak to him. Ever again.
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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I stood in their way and now they vowed to destroy me.
All I wanted was to experience life without my every move monitored, and Moretti Academy was my chance at freedom.
They had other ideas.
The werewolf I grew up with, the cold fae sleeping with school staff, and a dragon with psychotic tendencies set their sights on me—and not in a good way.
The university was supposed to save my life by bringing out my dragon, but the cruel beasts tormenting me may kill me before I get the chance to live.
CRUEL BEASTS is a 96,000 word paranormal romance with enemy-to-lovers/love-hate themes. This is a REVERSE HAREM novel, meaning the main character will end up with more than one love interest by the end of the series. This is book ONE of FOUR in the series. Triggers: Contains foul language, sexual scenes, heavy bullying, cliffhanger, and jealous/possessive themes.
Blinking, I registered he was still frozen under my touch and gaping down at me with those blue, gold flecked eyes. I lifted a finger, getting on my tip toes to poke his forehead as I’d done a million times before.
“Who’s this, Beckett?” A smooth low feminine voice said, and I finally peeked to see who the other three forms were. I met my neighbor’s furious gaze before jumping to Tanner Volkov’s cold arrogant features and finally settling on a waif of a girl that rivaled the guys’ height.
“I’m Maya—”
“She’s nothing. Some kid I grew up with,” Beckett interrupted me and grabbed my arms in a hard grip. I stifled my wince as he forcefully loosened my hold from him and shoved my arms away.
“Kid?” I muttered, confused. “You’re two years older than me.” I peered into his impassive expression as his gaze roved over me with derision. I frowned, where were the usual smiles?
“More of an annoyance than anything,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken and shrugged. I refused to believe this rude creature in front of me was Beckett.
“I see you’re firmly belted on the douche train. Is this some ‘being an ass’ phase you’re going through?” I asked, honestly curious.
Enzo took a step forward, pulling my attention to him when he gripped the collar of my uniform. “I thought I was clear yesterday.” The material stretched as he forced me closer to his face. The shirt became half untucked and air brushed my exposed midriff. I had to inch onto my toes so the collar didn’t choke me.
My eyebrows went up. “Clear about what, exactly?” Okay, now I was poking at him on purpose, but were these guys for real? A vein pulsed on his forehead as his jaw worked furiously and golden eyes slitting murderously. “You have really nice eyes.” Maybe offering him a compliment would help the redness fade from his face. Was he even breathing?
Allie wishes she’d discovered books sooner than she did but has made up for the lost time by reading everything romance related that’s crossed her path. She has a proclivity toward sexy, possessive heroes and headstrong, stubborn heroines. So, it’s no wonder characters just like that bustle to escape her imagination.
If it weren’t for bad luck, Stephanie Combes would have no luck at all.
On top of stealing her identity and ruining her credit, Stephie’s ex-boyfriend has shamed her in the most unexpected way. As a card dealer, she’s determined to make a fresh start in Biloxi where the tips are better and she can climb out from under her shame and debt. Running into her long-lost stepbrother and his sexy-as-sin best friend wasn’t in the cards, but that was her bum-luck rearing its ugly head. The last thing she wants is another man in her life.
When it rains it pours, but lucky for Stephie, Har is there to save the day during the deluge. Staying with Har temporarily should be no problem, but they can’t deny their lust. The more Stephie distances herself, the more Har fights to keep her around. And he fights dirty.
Michael “Har” Walcott’s motorcycle club is in turmoil. As president of the Riot MC Biloxi chapter, he’s determined to get his club out of the drug trade, but his brothers are resistant. The last thing he needs is a woman dividing his focus from his brothers and his club… which is precisely when he meets a spunky and seemingly familiar brunette. She’s familiar because Stephanie was once a stepsister to Har’s best friend Brute. Allowing her to distract him isn’t an option. But after her roof collapses, Har steps in to save the day. The more he learns about Stephie, the more he wants her to stay.
He fights his attraction, but he can’t control his impulses.
He hasn’t felt anything like this for a woman in years. It’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets it slip through his fingers again.
Har’s hand rested on the light switch when a thought hit him. “You have contact info for Stephie?”
“Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“Got a phone number, but not sure if it’s still the one she uses. Why the fuck do you want it?”
Har met Brute’s irritated gaze. “Saw her bike before I went in the house, and obviously before I knew who she was. It’s a sweet ride with a sweeter paint job. I want to know who did it.”
“I’d rather know what it’ll take to get her off the damn thing. Not safe—”
“Don’t even, man. How many times did that argument work against you from your parents?”
Brute’s jaw clenched.
“She ain’t gonna be any different. Hell, she’s a woman, it’ll be even worse, you go tellin’ her she ain’t safe and shit.”
Brute shook his head. “You’re right. And you mentioned she’s living here now. I need to find out where. It’s been a long time since she’s been out here, as far as I know. Things are different.”
“Yeah. Be good you let her know about that, too.”
He and Brute had been friends since they were nine years old and he hadn’t forgotten how much Brute hated having two stepsisters when his dad remarried. Though, he never rubbed it in when Brute complained after they were gone. The love he had for Stephie and Susan snuck up on Brute. In Har’s experience, love did that more often than not. It snuck in at weird times.
The look on Brute’s face said he didn’t like Stephie being in town.
“And she lost her entire stack to you last night. What was that all about?”
Har arched a brow, but didn’t answer. And he wasn’t going to let Brute know that Stephie had signed over an entire paycheck to get in the game. That was what concerned Har. It wasn’t that she had no business at a poker table, it was that gambling with a paycheck indicated serious desperation.
What would drive a woman like Stephanie Combes to desperation?
Karen Renee is the award-winning author of the Riot MC series, the Beta series, and upcoming O-Town series. She has been writing since she was a teen, but has only recently brought her dream to life. Karen spent years working in the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a Jacksonville native, as well as a proud wife and mother. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
Dominique Price hates me. He wants me. He can never have me.
At least that’s what I tell him. Good looking, arrogant, football God, everything comes so easy for him. I won’t be just another game to win. It doesn’t matter that I want him. It doesn’t matter that with just one look, he takes my breath away.
He’s my brother’s best friend and officially off limits. But when he touches me, I forget what we’re supposed to be. Acquaintances. Enemies. Nothing. And I dream of what we could be. Friends. Lovers. Everything.
If only everyone’s expectations weren’t standing in the way.
Daniela Romero is a Snarky AF, Latinx Author, who happens to also be a Mom of 3. Born and raised in sunny California, she now makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and is happy to enjoy all four seasons even if the snow can sometimes be a bit much. She hates cheese–of all kinds–and yes that means she orders cheeseless pizza. Daniela is an ENTJ all the way which means she loves to talk (a lot) and is probably as extroverted as they come so feel free to shoot her a message, send a raven, throw up smoke signals. Whatever it may be. She love’s chatting with readers so feel free to stalk her.
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Three Reasons You Should Read This Cozy Mystery:
Vanilla & Vendettas by Lisa Siefert is a super cute cozy mystery featuring an always at the scene of the dead body baker and her billionaire tech developer crime-solving buddy.
The townspeople are quite crazy in their own fun ways, and I imagine living there could be a lot of fun.
A couple of super cute kitties are on the pages, but not part of the crime-solving.
Ava Decker is preparing to bake the most important cupcake of her life. This distinct dessert will hold a diamond ring for her BFF’s surprise engagement. When the cupcake turns up empty, however, all eyes turn on the perplexed pastry chef.
A witness who comes forward could clear her name, and Ava eagerly tracks him down only to find that this poor guy took his secrets to the grave. Now the police are telling her to mind her own business, and a psychic is offering unsolicited advice about Ava’s love life.
The stakes heat up hotter than the ovens in Ava’s bakery when she’s charged with grand theft auto of a British sports car on top of everything else. Can Ava’s clever cat and true blue bestie help clear her name? Or will this baker be the only bridesmaid in an orange jumpsuit?
Vanilla & Vendettas is the third tasty cozy mystery in the Frosted Misfortunes series from Lisa Siefert. If you like cute animal sidekicks and bonus recipes, then get your copy now so you can enjoy this sweet whodunit!
Vanilla & Vendettas by Lisa Siefert was a cute cozy mystery. It checks all the boxes – quirky character, cute sidekick, unique small town, and there’s even a couple of cute cats. When a super expensive (like OMG who pays that much) engagement ring goes missing from Ava’s store’s safe, or possibly the cupcake she was supposed to bake it into, no one has any idea who might have done it. To be honest, I had no idea who had done it until it was revealed on page.
Marcus was a fun character as well. I could completely relate to his love of technology, but I don’t think how he uses it all that legal at times. He comes through for Ava when she’s in a pinch several times, and he really seems a bit like the knight in shining armor in this story.
The cats were adorable, but they didn’t really add to the story. I wish more had been done with them. They seemed more like accessories and background than a real part of the story. I loved their personalities and antics, but they didn’t really move the mystery forward a whole lot.
**I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book**
Meteors devastated the Earth. World Governments developed plans to help surviving citizens. The United States disbanded and salvageable land was divided into four quadrants—North, South, East, and West—governed by The Remnant Council.
Struggling to survive, seventeen-year-old Ava ends up in juvenile detention, until she is selected for a new life—with a catch. She must be injected with an experimental serum. The results will be life changing. The serum will make her better. To receive the serum, Ava agrees to join a program controlled by ISAN, the International Sensory Assassin Network.
While on a mission, she is abducted by a rebel group led by Rhett and told that not only does she have a history with him, but her entire past is a lie perpetuated by ISAN to ensure her compliance. Unsure of who to trust, Ava must decide if her strangely familiar and handsome captor is her enemy or her savior—and time is running out.
International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting writes soulful, spellbinding stories that excite the imagination and captivate readers all over the world. Her books run a wide range of genres: science fiction, fantasy, and swoon worthy stories. Her storytelling talents have won her a devoted legion of fans and garnered critical praise.
Mary was born in Seoul Korea and resides in Southern California with her husband, two children, and two dogs—Mochi and Mocha. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Becoming an author was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother. After realizing she wanted to become a full-time author, she retired from teaching after twenty years.
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Three Reasons You Should Read This Sweet Small-Town Romance:
Saving the Mountain Man was a quick and sweet romance that had just a bit of excitement and fun as well.
The dogs – oh my gosh – the dogs. That’s all I can say.
I loved the little check-ins from the last couple that were included for those that have read the series – but it doesn’t take away from this story for those that haven’t.
Will she choose between the career move of a lifetime or take a leap of faith into a happily-ever-after?
Eliza Dogsitting for my sister and brother-in-law, while they were off on their honeymoon, seemed like the perfect opportunity to reflect on God’s plan for my life. It was blissful until the sled dogs escaped their kennels.
Thankfully, a dog-whispering angel in the form of Rollin, one of my brother-in-law’s closest friends, comes to my rescue. We soon get to know each other, and I start to fall—hard and fast.
Rollin’s friendship is like manna from heaven, and his culinary skills aren’t bad, either. But when a once-in-a-lifetime photography contract comes my way, I have to choose between staying in Alaska or leaving my mountain man behind.
Rollin If a friend needs something, I’ll drop everything to help them out. When I get an unexpected, frantic call from Eliza in the middle of the night, I rush straight to her.
Corraling the pups isn’t a problem, but my feelings for her might be. Her sweet, sensitive personality is a breath of fresh air on this Alaska mountain.
But when my café has an emergency and Eliza has a chance to leave, it looks like our romance might be over before we have a chance to begin.
Can’t she see that God’s plan for us is bigger than what the world has to offer?
Saving the Mountain Man is a really sweet short-story romance. It opens with a bang and some sled-dog magic that start Eliza and Rollin on their way to a happily ever after. There were a few things at the beginnin I found a little perplexing – such as why ask someone who is afraid of dogs to watch over a pack of energetic sled dogs – but I just rolled with it.
Once again, the Alaskan scenery is really brought to life, and I love how much of it was fit into a short story so that as a reader I could really see and feel the places around them. I would have liked to see some of that storytelling magic brought over to the characters and their story a little bit more.
At times the story was rushed (even for a short), and the couple seemed to be shoved together with little lead-up or courting (I’ve always liked the courting and getting to know you stage). There’s just enough of a mention of the previous book’s couple to catch up with them really quick which I always enjoy as well.
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