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I have two responsibilities as the new heir to the throne:
1. Get married. 2. Have babies.
Sure, becoming queen one day is part of those new responsibilities, but as long as King Theo is in charge, I don't have to add a coronation to my list.
But with every day we grow closer to our wedding, we seem to grow apart.
Our commonalities are tested. Our faith in each other is questioned. And our safety is threatened. The only thing working? The command he has over me in the bedroom.
I keep telling myself, it’ll all work out. We just need to make it to the wedding day. Except, when the day finally comes, everything falls apart.
We might have made it through the last few months together, but now I'm not sure we're going to make it out of this alive.
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Cowgirl Up and Ride, a heat-filled, grumpy-sunshine, age-gap, small town romance full of steam from New York Times bestselling author Lorelei James is available now!
A no-strings-attached arrangement should've been easy. But he can't seem to stay away from her.
AJ Foster has loved Cord McKay her entire life. From the moment he'd rescued her after falling off her horse, she’d imagined the tall dark and handsome man as her very own prince charming. But even now that she’s an adult, past pigtails and ponies, her sexy, grumpy neighbor ignores her.
Divorced rancher Cord McKay is committed to two things: his young son and the family ranch. He has no time for women—especially not his little sister’s best friend who has grown into the definition of female temptation. Besides, the thirteen-year age difference between them means he’s too old for her . . . right?
But one reckless night, AJ suggests a secret summer fling and Cord can't resist, as long as she abides by one rule: he’s in charge. Nothing could have prepared innocent AJ for the dirty-talking, growly cowboy whose hidden sweetness is as addictive as his expert touch.
As the summer ends, stubborn Cord believes he can withstand AJ’s efforts to break through his defenses, but AJ is determined to win the single dad’s heart no matter what it takes.
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“Man, that’s harsh. You tellin’ me you wouldn’t make time if someone came along?”
Cord’s beer stopped halfway to his mouth. His attention wandered to a woman swinging her hips on the dance floor.
Oh yeah. He’d make time for her in a fucking heartbeat.
Holy hell. Her legs went on forever. His gaze started at the heels of her high-heeled silver boots, gradually traveling up along the sexy line of those shapely legs, ending at her luscious ass barely hidden beneath an extremely short denim skirt. When her dance partner twirled her, Cord caught a glimpse of bright red bikini panties.
Lust whomped him in the gut.
He’d been so busy checking out her ass he hadn’t seen her face. Her backside faced him—not that he was complaining—and a cheap straw cowboy hat covered her head. Her strong, tanned arms slid around the wide shoulders of the lucky cowboy as she sashayed closer to grind her pelvis against his. The cowboy whooped, clamping his hands on her ass in a dirty dancing move that’d make Patrick Swayze jealous.
It caused a burst of envy in Cord too. Nonchalantly he asked, “Kade, who’s the chick on the dance floor?”
“Which one?”
“The one with the never endin’ legs puttin’ on the show in the miniskirt.”
Kade squinted. “You mean AJ?”
AJ? Not a familiar name. “Yeah.”
“She’s quite the dancer, huh?”
“Sure is.”
AJ performed a shimmy-shake with her hips, while snaking her arms above her head. The movement caused her tight lace shirt to slide up, exposing the smooth curve of her lower back.
Cord withheld a groan. Nothing was sexier than that dimpled section of a woman’s back above her ass. Nothing.
With the exception of those unbelievably hot legs.
Every wicked undulation of her hips resulted in the fringe on her skirt swishing across the back of her firm thighs. He’d never been jealous of a skirt before now, but he sure as hell was right then.
“She seein’ the guy she’s dancin’ with?”
“Mikey? Nah. Not for lack of tryin’ on his part. AJ doesn’t lack for partners.”
“I’ll bet.”
“She’s sweet as the day is long. How your sister hasn’t corrupted her is beyond me. She ain’t as wild as Keely, but ain’t for want of volunteers to take her for a walk on the wild side.”
Walk? Hell, Cord would take her for a ride on the wild side. Binding her mile-long legs around his waist as he drove into her hard and fast. Feeling those slender thighs draped over his shoulders as she rode his face.
Jesus. Been an ice age since he’d had a woman, especially a buckle bunny cowboy-toy like her—built for speed with curves that’d lead a man straight into temptation.
Cord nursed his beer, his eyes never straying from her twisting form. Still, something about her seemed…familiar.
AJ threw back her head and laughed. Her straw hat tumbled to the floor.
Come on, baby doll, bend over and pick it up.
She twirled his direction and Cord finally saw her face.
If his lips weren’t pressed against the beer bottle, his jaw would’ve smacked his knees.
The blonde sexpot with the killer legs and fantastic ass was none other than little Amy Jo Foster. His astonished gaze zeroed in on the cleavage spilling out of her V-necked blouse.
Nothing little about her now.
Talk about degenerate behavior. He’d been ogling his much-younger sister’s best friend. His son’s former babysitter.
Christ on a crutch.
Good thing she’d never waltzed into his house dressed like that—a sex kitten on the prowl. He’d’ve been arrested for his lewd thoughts alone. Dammit, why couldn’t he stop wondering whether her nipples were pale pink like her lips or cherry red like her undies?
Amy Jo’s large silvery-gray eyes met his for a moment. The come-hither smolder she aimed at him nearly knocked him off his damn barstool.
Where’d she learn that “fuck me now, Big Daddy” stare? She was too damn young.
She’s old enough.
And he was old enough to know better.
Wasn’t he?
Apparently not.
Amy Jo shrieked as Mikey lifted her up, gifting Cord with another glimpse of those sexy panties.
Cord bristled at seeing Amy Jo manhandled. Oh, he’d teach that pup with the roving paws a thing or two about manners.
Right. You’d love a chance to teach her a thing or two about how a real man would handle her.
Before Cord’s butt left the chair to rescue her, Amy Jo broke Mikey’s hold and stooped over to retrieve her hat. This time when their eyes met, she licked her lips and smiled seductively. Wantonly. Like she was picturing him buck-assed nekkid in just his damn hat.
Another wave of lust heated his balls. Then he knew the kiss she’d given him at Carter and Macie’s wedding reception last year hadn’t been a result of too much champagne.
His brain flashed back to the wedding dance at the Bar 9. The early autumn night held a bite of chill as the evening’s festivities were winding down. Dozens of couples boot-scooted on an improvised dance floor beneath a white tent. He’d drifted off, preferring to drink a Fat Tire beer alone. Amusing himself by watching Ky and a couple of boys chasing giggling girls around in the preschool version of two-stepping.
A swish of fabric caught his attention. He turned when Amy Jo sidled up, wearing an ankle length dress the color of sunshine, which fit the fresh, clean, sunshiny scent flowing from her.
He managed a smile. “Amy Jo.”
“I thought that was you, hiding over here all by your lonesome.”
“Story of my life.”
Silence stretched as thorny as the rose bushes lining the walkway.
Cord shifted his stance. Lately, being around Amy Jo made him feel like a tongue-tied fool. He couldn’t tell her how pretty she looked without sounding like a total letch. He couldn’t mention how goddamn good she smelled without coming across like a deranged bloodhound, or worse—some kind of hopeful horndog.
When in doubt…“Nice night,” he offered lamely.
“That it is.” She shivered discreetly. “If a bit chilly.”
Should he act gentlemanly and offer her his suit coat? Nah. She’d probably think he was an old coot.
Which he was.
Dammit. Say something. Anything.
“You havin’ fun?”
“Absolutely. Weddings are always fun, aren’t they?”
Cord bit back a smart retort and swigged his beer.
“Why aren’t you out there cutting a rug like the rest of your McKay brothers and cousins?”
With his beer bottle, Cord gestured to Ky and the kids. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on them so they don’t dunk each other in the stock tank.”
“Are you always the responsible one?”
“Yep. I reckon it goes with the territory of bein’ the oldest.”
“Isn’t just the providence of the oldest child to be forced into responsibility.” She sighed. “Don’t you ever want to…”
He gave her a strange look. “What?”
A smile bloomed on her face before it faded. “Never mind. Ky did a great job as ring bearer today.”
“That he did, besides refusin’ to let go of Callie Morgan’s hand.”
“Can’t say as I blame him. A cute girl who can rope and ride as well as he can?” Amy Jo’s trill of laughter was as sweet and fleeting as the evening breeze. “Poor boy is smitten.”
“Seems to be an epidemic in the McKay family of late.” He glanced over to see his brother Colby and his wife Channing slow dancing, as well as the newlywed couple Carter and Macie entwined together, lost to everything but each other. A feeling close to jealousy tightened his stomach.
Not jealousy. Just indigestion.
Get a grip, McKay. This happily-ever-after wedding bullshit is addling your brain.
During his silent bout of self-pity, Amy Jo glided in front of him. Right in front of him. Lord. She was nearly as tall as he was in those ridiculously sexy yellow high heels.
“Why aren’t you smitten, Cord McKay?”
Cord had nothing to say to that. He studied her, half-wary, half-curious about her intentions.
“You could be smitten with me.” Keeping their gazes locked, she slowly angled forward and kissed him. Just a feather-light press of her soft mouth to his. As his lips were getting with the program, she withdrew slightly, letting their heated breath mingle for a second before she sank her teeth into his bottom lip. She gave a playful tug, followed by a thorough flick of her wet tongue to soothe the sting. “Because I’m definitely smitten with you.” She sauntered toward the tent in a cloud of chiffon and pure temptation.
Cord remembered licking his lip, realizing she tasted as warm and sweet as autumn sunshine. He’d been too stunned to chase after her, chalking up the teasing kiss and challenging words to booze and the party atmosphere.
He hadn’t thought about it again until now. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t seen Amy Jo since she’d moved to Denver last year to attend massage therapy school with his sister. His mother kept him updated on Keely’s exploits, which usually included tidbits on Amy Jo and her family.
For more information on Lorelei James’s books and where to contact her, visit her website: https://loreleijames.com/
The Finding, an all-new dark friends-to-lovers romance from bestselling author A.M. Porto is available now!
Losing her will test his limits.
LOGAN LANCASTER is a strong, confident man who is consumed by one goal: to protect Victoria, the woman he loves, from her abusive stepfather.
But when Victoria’s stepfather threatens to take her away for good, Logan realizes his overprotectiveness is not enough.
With one missed phone call, Logan’s life descends into a twisted, dark world of malice, violence, and abuse and leads to a twelve-year hunt for the girl he swore he would protect.
What Logan discovers will test his resolve and inflame his obsession to bring Victoria back from a nefarious world that refuses to let its latest victim go.
"I never understood why my mommy would think that we had demons living among us, but then I met mine, and everything made sense."
"I never wanted to go back home. I didn’t belong there anymore."
"My mom was right. Life was going to be nasty, and demons were going to lurk around me. She taught me mundane stuff like how not to starve, how to use the washing machine so I wore clean clothes, and not to accept anything from strangers, but she’d never taught me how to survive Zach. She thought Zach was a decent stepfather , and at some point he was, until he wasn’t."
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Iced, an all-new single dad, forced-proximity, sports romance from USA Today bestselling author Bella Matthews is available now!
I never wanted to be a nanny.
That wasn’t part of my carefully crafted, five-year plan. The one I formulated after getting a second chance at life. Neither was losing my heart to the beautiful baby boy I’m taking care of. Even if I saw that coming the moment I laid eyes on him.
Falling in love with his father . . . now that, I didn’t see coming.
But I dare anyone to spend time getting to know the real Jace Kingston . . .
The man behind the hockey jersey, grumpy attitude, and panty-meltingly gorgeous face.
The one who sweetly sings his son to sleep . . . who holds him with such care.
The same man who knows exactly how to light every inch of my body on fire.
A.L. Jackson has revealed the gorgeous cover for Love Me Today!
Releasing: May 29, 2023
A jaded single dad. A woman returning to her small-town roots. Neither was prepared for their paths to collide…
I should have known I was in trouble when I backed my old, beat-up truck into the shiny Range Rover.
The driver looked like a gorgeous fallen angel – one who’d been booted right out of paradise for being a giant prick.
Good thing I’ll never have to see him again.
Except when I show up for my new job to teach a little girl how to ride her horse, I find the same icy blue eyes glaring back at me.
Paisley Dae is completely reckless. She’s also the best trainer in this small town. And Evelyn gets the best.
Protecting the little girl is my one focus.
Only the sassy trainer in her cut-offs and cowgirl boots quickly gets under my skin. Distractions are dangerous, but she soon becomes everything I crave.
One reckless night of giving in, and Caleb and I spiral into a web of passion.
But when I begin to unravel the secrets hiding in this place, I find there is more riding on this job than I thought.
Caleb and Evelyn are worth any sacrifice – only Caleb has to decide what he will sacrifice for me…
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
If she's not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
