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A Thousand Reasons, a new contemporary romance by Mariah Dietz is coming June 21st!

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Title: A Thousand Reasons

Author: Mariah Dietz

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

My life is like a coin.
There are two sides.

On one side, I am Leela Walsh: daughter, sister, employee at three minimum-wage jobs.
I cook. Do laundry. Contribute to the debt my family is sinking in.

On the second side, I am Leela Walsh: Straight-A student, top graduate of my class, med student.
No one knows of my brother’s sordid past. My sister’s poor decisions. Or that I’m the first in my family to graduate high school.

The balance between these two sides is nearly impossible to maintain. And it only becomes more difficult when I meet Wes McCleary.

He’s never had a job. Never wanted for anything.
And now, he wants me.

There are a thousand reasons we shouldn’t be together, and just one that keeps bringing us together.

Will that one reason be enough? 

 

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About Mariah:

 

author picMariah Dietz lives in North Carolina with her husband and three sons who are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.

Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent most of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.

She has a love for all things that include her family, good coffee, books, traveling, and dark chocolate. She’s also obsessed with Christmas ornaments and all things Disney.

 

 

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Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

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They’re serving up some red-hot revenge. A sizzling series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van Dyken.

Blaire has never quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to divorce him less than a year later?

Now Blaire is getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.

Exposing Jessie isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.

Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.

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Book Excerpt

It ended there.

Right. Forget about his mouth.

Or the way I sighed when he touched my shoulder.

The way my body quivered when his skin pressed against mine in the car.

“Stop!” I gritted my teeth and searched the kitchen. Cheaters often hid things in places that their spouse wouldn’t expect, like pantries and junk drawers, places that seemed obvious but weren’t. I’d once found a second cell phone in a cereal box.

Cheaters were like drug addicts.

They knew the perfect place to hide the drugs.

I shuddered.

Dirty. Toilets.

Not the best day I’d ever had, but marginally better than the sewer.

I spent the next thirty minutes with plastic gloves searching every crevice of that kitchen, patting down the inside of drawers, digging through trash. Nothing.

The guy was either a saint . .

Or we had a serious Dexter situation going on, and he knew exactly how to dispose of incriminating evidence.

Sexy male laughter jolted me from my search. I freaked, ran into the pantry, and shut the door just as Jessie’s face came into view.

Sweat trickled down my back.

Shit, shit, shit!

Oh, this was bad, so bad.

What man didn’twant to eat after coming home from the gym?

“Nice, man, she keeps the book on the bar?” Colin’s mocking voice at least made me feel like I wasn’t the only one who thought it was strange. “Fams always so classy.”

“Yeah,” Jessie agreed. “I think maybe it’s her way of reminding me how happy we were that one year.” He hesitated. “You know, the one where we actually did normal things like stay home and make dinner, and watch movies instead of going out all the time. That went to hell fast.”

Colin sighed.

“She writes a book about our best year, and then turns into this greedy person I don’t recognize and dream about murdering in her sleep.”

  • “Hey,” Colin warned. “I get it, I do, but she’s still my—”

“Sorry, man.”

“It’s fine, like I said, I get it.”

I plastered my ear to the door to listen harder. What did Colin mean? Why was he defending her? Why was Jessie saying sorry? I made a mental note to purchase the book and torture myself by reading it cover to cover.

“You contemplate murdering her while she sleeps,” Colin said in a weird tone, “and yet she’s still living here in this house with you? Tell me how that makes sense? You say she’s not the same person, but she never really was the person you thought she was. When are you going to get that?”

“She was different then, man. She was.” Jessie came to her defense so quickly I almost fell backward. He sounded like—he still had feelings for her. I turned my attention back to the door as footsteps neared the pantry. Oh hell. Not good.

I needed to get out. Fast.

I grabbed my cell and texted Colin.

And seconds later heard a ping.

“Another one of your sex buddies?” Jessie teased.

Colin paused and then, “Oh yeah, but this one’s been really hard to tame. You know the type, a bit schizo but so hot you don’t care that she asks to twist your nipples while she licks your nose.”

“Seriously?” Jessie choked.

“She likes noses. And snake tattoos, loves them.”

“Lucky for you.”

“I think it reminds her of the size of my dick, you know?”

I made a gagging noise, shifted on my feet, then texted again.

Me: Seriously! Trapped! And your dick can’t be the size of that python on your arm because that would mean you actually impale women on a daily basis.

Colin: Just call me Dracula.

I frowned.

Colin: Get it? The impaler.

Me: Look at that, basement dweller can joke! He’s got jokes! Meanwhile I’m going to starve to death in this pantry.

Colin: You mean around all that food?

“Wow, this girl must have skills if you’re that focused on your texts . . .” Jessie trailed off.

“She’s . . . unique,” Colin finally said.

My eyes narrowed. Was that a compliment? Did it matter? Why did I care? And why the hell did Jessie have ten different kinds of cereal—and all the boxes were full.

And alphabetized? Starting with Apple Jacks? Really?

Not that I’d resorted to more snooping.

Okay, so I’d resorted to more snooping.

But the fact that they were full was emotionally distressing. A full cereal box at my house lasts about one hot minute before I get a craving for Cheerios that even wine can’t cure.

“Hey”—Colin cleared his throat—“I need a favor.”

“Anything,” Jessie said quickly.

“I need a nice shirt for a date tonight, something . . . classy.”

Jessie laughed. “What? You can’t wear your own clothes?”

“You know I like your style better.” I rolled my eyes, has he seen that man’s closet? His white shirts are all ironed to within an inch of their lives. “Plus I want to impress this girl and I don’t have time to go grab a new shirt, we’re going on a late lunch date and I’m sweaty as hell, so please? Let me borrow a shirt, I’ll go home and shower, pair it with some nice jeans, and be inside her in no time.”

I glared at the door. Like I could actually see Colin’s smug expression. Why was my heart thumping? Why was I breathing like I was having trouble sucking in air?

He could date whomever he wanted.

I shifted on my feet as my face heated.

He was an attractive, successful man.

I crossed my arms.

Then uncrossed them nervously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jessie finally said. “I’ll be right back, try not to burn down the kitchen or set the book on fire.”

“Shit, you read my mind,” Colin joked.

The sound of footsteps faded as Jessie walked toward the bedroom.

And then pantry door was jerked open.

I blinked up at him. “Thank you.”

“People . . . they pay you,” he said, leaning his large frame against the door while his muscles bulged beneath his sweat-soaked shirt, “for this?”

My eyes narrowed. “Yes! And I’m good at it.”

His smirk was wicked as he glanced behind me and then locked eyes. “Obviously.”

I shoved his chest. “I miscalculated the time, that’s all.” I tried squeezing past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the pantry and closed the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed as he pressed me against the wall. “He’s going to find me!”

“A favor for a favor, spy girl.” Colin’s grin turned menacing. “I got Jessie out of the house, gave you my car, and saved your sorry ass. I get a favor.”

“I’m not sucking your nose and licking your tattoo, you psycho,” I said, repeating what he’d said earlier.

“Don’t knock it, you may love it.” He winked, and then stood his ground. “One favor.”

I sighed and gritted my teeth. “Fine.”

“A date,” he said triumphantly. “I want a date.”

“A date,” I repeated in a slightly panicked voice. “Like to dinner?”

“No, I was thinking the drive-in, we could make out, eat popcorn, I’d feel you up a bit—yeah, dinner.”

I smirked. “If I go to dinner with you . . . you’ll get me out of this godforsaken pantry with the full boxes of cereal?”

“Noticed that, did you?’

“He’s clearly not human.”

“I steal his Cocoa Puffs every chance I get.”

I nodded seriously. “I think my respect for you grew just now.”

“Ah, she likes cereal.”

“She’d also like to not get caught!”

“Go.” He shoved me toward the pantry door. “Run out the back and try not to trip and ruin your escape.”

“I don’t trip.” Of course, at that moment, I tripped over my own feet and almost face-planted into his lips.

He sighed, his expression worried and a bit stunned as Jessie’s voice carried to the kitchen. “Black okay?”

“Go.” Colin shoved me again. “Oh, and you’re picking me up. It seems I’m down a car.” He winked. “I’ll text you.”

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MY THOUGHTS

Once again Rachel gives us a book full of fun loving characters that you fall for the minute you meet them! Full of laughter and hijinks .  Gotta love a PI who isn’t the best at her job and two hotties who keep her busy.

Dirty Exes is one of my all time favorite books by RVD. It’s on my Must Read List for 2018 and will definitely make it to my Top Reads for the year

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RachelVanDykenRachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

 

 

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Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

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They’re serving up some red-hot revenge. A sizzling series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel van Dyken.

Blaire has never quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to divorce him less than a year later?

Now Blaire is getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.

Exposing Jessie isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.

Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.

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Meet the Author:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken
Publication Date: June 5th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance

The Wright One by K.A. Linde

A new sexy contemporary romance duet from USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…

Secrets swarm all around.

My world is crumbling under the strain.

I don’t know if we can survive this.

My heart is in the Wright place.

But is his?

The Wright One is the last book in the Wright Love Duet that began in The Wright Love. Find out if Sutton and David survive their world of secrets in the conclusion to the Wright Love duet!

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MY THOUGHTS

This duet was everything that I was looking for in Sutton’s story. Sutton is the baby of the family and the one who seemed to have a perfect life… that is until her husband dies, leaving Suton is a tailspin of grief. David has been by her side since the moment she found out about her husband’s death. He’s been a friend, a confidant and secretly falling in love with Sutton.

Now on the one year anniversary, Sutton is ready to move on with her life. She has a son to think of and Maverick would have wanted her to find love again. Right? So why is that every time she starts to feel like she’s on the right track, something goes wrong. There is a push and pull between her and David. She feels more than friendship with him, but when his big secret is revealed… she’s crushed and she feels betrayed. Now David has to prove that he meant the best in keeping his secret and that his love for Sutton is more than a passing phase.

I loved David and Sutton. They were electric together. Both with their own baggage but they fit so well together.

This duet was the perfect ending to a series I adored. If you haven’t started the Wright Series, you must!

 

A sexy new contemporary romance duet from USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde…

I have the perfect life.
Until the day my husband tragically dies.
Being a single mom and widow was never part of the plan.
When David Calloway enters my life, I have no room for love in my heart.
But he’s determined to do right by me.
Could he be the Wright love?

The Wright Love is the first book in the Wright Love Duet, and Sutton and David’s story will conclude in The Wright One—coming May 29th! Get ready for your newest binge read.

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K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.

She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.

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Exclusive Excerpt to Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

DirtyExes Van DykenBlaire has never quite gotten over Jessie Beckett, the ex–NFL star whose kisses were hot enough to ignite the entire Eastern Seaboard. When he chose work over her, Blaire was left brokenhearted. Why else would she have married a skeezy two-timer, just to divorce him less than a year later?

Now Blaire is getting even by becoming one half of Dirty Exes, a PI firm fully committed to humiliating cheating jerks. If only the new jerk she’s been hired to uncover wasn’t Jessie Beckett himself.

Exposing Jessie isn’t going to be easy, especially when she still daydreams about his sexy smile. Further complicating matters is Colin, Jessie’s best friend. He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.

Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.

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“Blaire?” Abby moved to stand in front of me. “You okay?”

“Fine. Perfect,” I chirped. “Fantastic.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You look tired.”

I was thirty-five divorced, and my eggs were dying. I always looked tired, especially after losing sleep dreaming of my ex. I was tired the way she was perfect.

Why did we hire her again?

The phone rang, and she rushed over to her desk.

Ah yes, that was the reason. My phone etiquette. When we’d first started the company, my answering the phone led to shouting matches with the guys who wanted to sue us for exposing them.

Since I’d never yelled at Jason or had any closure regarding the end of our relationship, I may have projected my very strong feelings too many times over the phone. And that was bad for business—it was one thing to have a rant group for cheated victims that was private but quite another to yell at the guilty until they threatened to shut us down.

Apparently, yelling at people was frowned upon in society. Who knew?

I exhaled while Abby talked about our services in the background, her voice just as damn bubbly as the rest of her, and checked the group again.

“How many hits?” Isla stole a piece of licorice.

“Gah!” I jerked away from the computer. “You know I hate it when you read over my shoulder. When did you get here anyway?”

Isla just winked, gave our rescue calico Penny a pat on the head, and stole another piece of candy.

I hid my yawn behind my hand while Isla went over to the Keurig and made two cups of coffee, both for her. Sometimes I wondered if the woman consumed anything other than caffeine, ibuprofen, and sugar.

“What’s our lineup for new client submissions?” Isla placed her mugs on her desk and leaned against it while Abby made her way to her laptop and started clicking away with those perfect nails of hers. For some reason the tap, tap, tap made me want to pull my hair out. I didn’t run well on no sleep.

And I hadn’t slept well in a year.

Maybe that was my problem, lack of sleep.

Lack of sleep that had nothing to do with the fact that I slept alone.

I slumped, I didn’t even have a cat.

I eyed Penny.

She growled then jumped off my desk.

Maybe a goldfish?

This couldn’t be healthy—this insane amount of anger and aggression. I closed my eyes and repeated my mantra in my head.

I can control only myself. Not the others around me.

Take it out on the cheaters.

Make them pay.

Focus.

“Hmm,” Abby let out a sigh. “Looks like we have a nanny-loving cheater, and a cheater who likes to dress up in … okay, I’m just going to skip over that one.” Abby’s cheeks fired red, and I fought the urge to laugh at her embarrassment. She liked to live in a protective bubble labeled Loving Family: two kids, five goldfish, a parakeet, and a husband who knows how to iron.

Lucky whore.

“Oh!” Her face lit up. “We have a socialite who wants to find out if her husband is staying true, though they’ve been separated for a few months. She’s hopeful for a reconciliation if he’s not cheating, hmm.” She kept clicking. “Apparently she found incriminating text messages and a hair.”

I sighed. It was always the text messages. Isla gave a thumbs-down in agreement.

“Damn it, men, change your passcode!” I threw my hands in the air. “It’s like they want technology to screw them.”

“True,” Isla agreed, biting her lower lip. “Remember the guy last month? Changed the other woman’s name in his phone to Pablo and didn’t know that his girlfriend’s dad’s name was also Pablo. She thought he had her dad’s number to ask permission to marry her.”

I burst out laughing. “Do your research, man, find the will to google.”

“You pick.” Isla pulled her black leather bomber jacket closer to her body and crossed her arms. “I picked the last one.”

“The socialite. This should be in and out, easy, a little hack job, a little spy-games action, and a big paycheck.”

“She wants the full package.” Abby grinned at both of us in triumph. “Which means all-out warfare.”

“Complete Dirty Exes rubdown.” My pocketbook did a little cheer. The full package always meant more money—I could count on money. Men? Not so much.

Isla made a face. “Ew, don’t say rub.”

“Rub.” I drew out the b and winked. “And since you were the bait while I fished, I get to be the bait this time.”

“Boo.” She gave me a thumbs-down and tilted her head. “Alright, bait, take your ass out of the LuLu joggers and put on something that’s set to catch this guy’s attention.”

I made a face. I wasn’t known for dressing up, and most days Isla was thankful I even put on ChapStick. Why go to all the work when nobody would even appreciate it?

“Abby, we got a name on this guy?” Isla asked.

“Does it matter?” I fired back. “Once a cheater…”

“Always a cheater,” Isla finished.

“Unless,” I pointed out in a disbelieving tone that probably had more bite in it than necessary, “he’s innocent.”

Spoiler alert: we’d yet to have an innocent spouse.

“May the texts prove otherwise or we don’t get paid the full amount.” Isla gestured at the door. “I’ll go through our client’s file, review his social media, and get all the dirty details for your first mission. We’ll have Abby make an appointment with the wife, say next Tuesday at noon? That enough time to get your stalk on?”

“Absolutely.” Adrenaline pumped through me. Sleep? Who needed sleep. This job was everything I needed to focus on so I didn’t lose my mind and mentally consider all the reasons why I was in that small office stalking cheaters and trying to find as much dirt on them as possible.

It was my vengeance.

My goal.

It was also lonely.

“Wear something sexy!” Isla called after me.

I hesitated and winked at her over my shoulder. “I’m always sexy!”

Isla didn’t respond.

Abby suddenly found her computer screen more interesting than the conversation, and even Penny went and hid under my desk.

Really, universe? Really?

I full-on glared at Isla.

“What?” She smirked behind her coffee cup. “Okay, I’m just saying that if you want to be bait, you can’t wear the mom bun.”

Abby snorted.

I touched the top of my head and grimaced. “It keeps the hair out of my eyes.”

And I needed my hair out of my eyes so I could see.

Not because I was lazy.

Or because I’d given up on life.

On men.

On sex.

Ugh.

“Right.” She nodded slowly, and the bangles on her arm clanged as she shifted on her feet. “And so do scrunchies and all the other things that make me want to die rather than let you put on your head.”

I blew out a frustrated breath. “Fine, no mom bun.”

“Lipstick,” she just had to add. “And none of that bullshit gloss, that’s fake lipstick and you know it. It rubs off in seconds, and if he’s a cheater he’s not going to want you to leave any evidence behind.”

The woman had a point.

“Real lipstick,” I repeated. “No mom bun, no joggers, anything else?”

She eyed me up and down.

I didn’t like that face.

I straightened my shoulders and stared her down right back.

“Nope. This isn’t Clueless, you are NOT going to do a makeover. I like my look!”

Abby jerked her attention to our conversation. “Makeover?”

I wanted nothing more than to kill the hope that lit up her eyes, run it over with a train, and set it on fire for good measure. No. No makeover. I looked fine! More than fine.

“Oh, it’s a good look,” Isla said cheerfully. “If you worked at a CrossFit gym I’d definitely ask you to be my trainer, but you don’t … you’re allergic to dresses, and guys like this, they like short skirts, leather, Gucci. They can tell if something’s off-the-rack or designer by the mere feel between their fingers as they slowly unzip the dress, as the silk falls down your back pooling at your feet, and wet heat pulsates between your thighs and—”

“No more coffee, Isla, and definitely no more late-night erotica novels. I mean it. It’s not good for your health. And I’m not sleeping with a client. That’s a hard limit contractually, and you know nothing pisses me off more than a guy who can’t keep it in his pants. Marriage is like finally moving into the house of your dreams: you get twenty rooms to sleep in, yet the guy ends up wanting to check out other rentals, you know? Rentals, for crying out loud, not even mansions!”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Nevermind. I’m tired.” I yawned and eyed her coffee before she poured it into a to-go cup, handed it over, and slapped me on the ass. “Ow.”

“You have the money, and even though nobody would know it—you also have the style. Use the Force, and the company card, to do some damage, and I’ll text you his whereabouts, ’k?”

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About Rachel Van Dyken

RachelVanDykenRachel Van Dyken is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and #1 New York Times bestselling author known for regency romances, contemporary romances, and her love of coffee and Swedish fish. Rachel’s also recently inked a deal for her Wingmen Inc. series—The Matchmaker’s Playbook and The Matchmaker’s Replacement—to be made into movies.

A fan of The Bachelor and the Seattle Seahawks (not necessarily in that order), Rachel lives in Idaho with her husband, a super cute toddler son who keeps her on her toes, and two boxers. Make sure you check out her site, www.RachelVanDykenauthor.com, and follow her on Twitter (@RachVD).

 

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The Naked Truth by Vi Keeland

TNT_FullCoverA Standalone Second Chance Romance Novel

By: #1 NY Times Best Selling Author, Vi Keeland

RELEASE DATE: Monday, July 23, 2018

 

It was just a typical Monday.

Until the big boss asked me to make the pitch for a prospective new client.

After two years on shaky ground at work because of my screw up, an opportunity to impress the senior partners was just what I needed.

Or so I thought…

Until I walked into the conference room and collided with the man I was supposed to pitch.

My coffee spilled, my files tumbled to the ground, and I almost lost my balance.

And that was the good part of my day.

Because the gorgeous man crouched down and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive, was none other than my ex, Gray Westbrook.

A man who I’d only just begun to move on from.

A man who my heart despised—yet my body obviously still had other ideas about.

A man who was as charismatic and confident as he was sexy.

Somehow, I managed to make it through my presentation ignoring his intense stare.

Although it was impossible to ignore all the dirty things he whispered into my ear right after I was done.

But there was no way I was giving him another chance, especially now that he was a client…was there?

 

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over ninety Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Other books from Vi Keeland
Standalone Novels

Sex, Not Love
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Beautiful Mistake
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Egomaniac
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Bossman
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The Baller
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Life on Stage series (2 Standalone Books)

Throb
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Beat
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MMA Fighter series (3 Standalone Books)

Worth the Fight
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Worth the Chance
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Worth Forgiving
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Worth It All (Complete Fighter Series)
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Serials

The Cole Series (2 Book Serial)

Belong to You
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Made for You
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Co-written Novels

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
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Cocky Bastard
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Stuck-Up Suit
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Playboy Pilot
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Mister Moneybags
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Dear Bridget, I Want You
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The Rush Series (2 Book Series)

Rebel Heir
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Rebel Heart
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Stay with Me by Kristen Proby

Stay With Me by Kristen Proby
Series: With Me In Seattle #9
Release Date: May 29, 2018

Stay With Me FOR WEB

From New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes Stay With Me, an all new addition to the series that has sold more than a million copies to date, her beloved With Me In Seattle Series!

Amelia Montgomery has left her past behind her. With a beauty and fashion career that’s skyrocketing and a loving family around her, everything else is just junk in the rearview mirror.

Until it’s not.

When she has to drop out of the public eye, her cousin Jules offers her a new, temporary life on the Puget Sound. Her past may be catching up with her, but hope for the future is in Seattle.

Wyatt Crawford can’t figure out the enigmatic beauty who’s living next door. As an architect, he’s usually good at looking beneath the surface—but she barely even leaves her house.

Until she needs his help.

When she knocks on his door, how can he resist? It isn’t long before Wyatt and Amelia become more than just neighbors. But when he finally learns the truth, will the skeletons in her closet be too much for him to handle, or will he stay?

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Release Day Teaser

Book Excerpt

I bang on his door and look around. No lights on in the houses on the street. His car is in the driveway, so I know he’s home. I mean, it’s the middle of the night, so where else would he be?

I bang again. If he’s sleeping, which I can’t imagine how he could through that noise, he can just wake up and deal with me. I may sound irrational right now, but damn it, a girl needs to sleep.

Finally, he yanks the door open and glares at me with shining hazel eyes.

“What is that noise?” I demand.

“You. You are the noise.” His chest is heaving. His naked, slightly hairy, very sexy chest. Not to mention, his light brown hair is a mess, and his chin is stubbled, and his tattoos are just…yum.

“There’s a chirping,” I insist, trying to ignore the fact that he’s only wearing short boxer briefs. The kind that clings to a man’s ass and shows off his thighs.

And, you know, other things. Like the generously sized dick outlined in the cotton.

Holy hell.

“I don’t hear anything.”

I scowl and pause, listening. Sure enough, it’s gone.

“Come on.” I grab his hand and pull him behind me. I can hear the door shut. “You have to hear this.”

“It’s two in the fucking morning,” he says but doesn’t pull away from the grip I have on his wrist. “Can’t this wait?”

“No, because I can’t sleep.” I pull him into my house and shut the door, then hold my hand up. “Stop. Listen.”

Chirp.

“See!” I push my finger into his firm chest, and then back up a step so I’m not standing so close to his sexiness. Because I seriously want to attack him.

“So change the battery in the smoke detector.” He shrugs and turns to leave, but I run in front of him and block the door.

“I’ve looked for it everywhere, Wyatt. It’s not in this house.”

He frowns. “Well, it’s not at my house.”

“Please, help me.” I bite my lower lip and watch as he pushes his hand through his already messy hair and feel my nether regions immediately sit up and take notice.

“Can you put clothes on?”

“I’m wearing clothes.” I roll my eyes and lead him through the living area, the kitchen, and out to the backyard. “Where is the chirping coming from?”

“You don’t have a robe you could put on?”

I turn to frown at him. “You’re only wearing underwear.”

“Yeah, because it was the only thing I had time to pull on when you were banging my door in.”

 

1P0A9162Meet Kristen:

mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, bu

Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.

During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more t was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.

Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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