February 20, 2015

Review & Giveaway! Rian, The O'Malleys Book 3 by Michelle McLoughney

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance


Do you believe in soul mates? 

Rian O’Malley knew the minute he saw Liadh O’Neil that she was the missing piece of his puzzle. They would be together forever. The only problem, they were both five years old at the time. When Rian lost Liadh, he shut away a part of his heart and no woman ever managed to capture the piece of his soul that belonged to Liadh. 

Do you believe in true love?

Rian O’Malley is all grown up. Life is good as a sexy brooding multi millionaire businessman. Being CEO of the O’Malley Caribbean resorts affords Rian every luxury, but in love Rian is guarded, the guise of cheeky carefree playboy hides the depths of his fractured heart.

Liadh O’Neil is back in town.

Scarred by the fire that changed her physically and emotionally, Liadh O’Neil is changed. Although broken on the inside, outwardly Liadh is a confident and professional woman. Can Rian break through the façade and find the real Liadh? Old friendships are rekindled and old adversaries resurface, soon Rian must fight for Liadh’s life as well as her heart.

The magic is still there, the chemistry too hot to deny. Can Rian break down Liadh’s barriers when his own walls seem so impenetrable?


The curtains were pulled so tightly that not even a sliver of light entered the room. Only the soft glow from the fireplace illuminated a small area of the bed and Liadh stood naked and proud as she watched Rian slowly undress. As his cock sprang loose from his tight black cotton boxers she breathed in sharply. So magnificent a sight before her, she almost lost her composure. His skin had beads of sweat that shone like diamonds on his skin, and she could smell the muskiness of it as he took off each layer and dropped it beside him onto the wooden floorboards.

Rian walked towards her and kissed her full and hard on the mouth, he pulled her in close to his body. Liadh could feel every inch of him hard and wet. She was enveloped by the blackness of the room, the serenity of their secret place, intoxicated by the scent and shape of him, the feeling of his coolness against her warmth. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, all known to her and so precious. Liadh returned every movement, replicated every touch he lavished upon her. Abandoning any semblance of reason or fear she grinded against him as the tip of his cock banged over her pussy tantalising every piece of her.

He held her face tightly and deepened the kiss, his tongue probing into her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips as she moaned loudly into his mouth.

“My mouth wants your cock,” she mumbled into his mouth. Rían stilted suddenly and she felt his breath coming in short bursts.

“Are you sure, I mean I don’t want you to feel you have to do…”

Liadh pressed her fingers to his lips “Shut up Rían, I want you in my mouth. Give me what I want.”

His mouth was dry so he just nodded at her. Whatever she wanted she would have. It had always been that way.

Rian lay back on the bed and threaded his hands behind his head. Liadh gripped the base of his cock in her hand and traced her tongue up the length of it, twirling it around the head, teasing him, owning him. Rian’s hands flew down to his sides and he gripped either side of the bed, his lower torso rising slightly off the bed to meet her tongue. She felt him tense and jump slightly with the intensity of feeling. His body writhed from the touch of her mouth wrapped around his cock, so warm, so soft. Her hand wandered up to his thighs and she spread them kneading the inside greedily between her fingers, as her mouth continued to suck on him in a steady rhythm, fast and then slow. Twisting her mouth left and right she teased him, tantalised him until he was moaning and begging her to stop.

“Liadh…Liadh you need to stop lovey, I’m gonna come Liadh..Oh Jesus!”

Liadh looked up at him wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Then come Rí, come into my mouth. I want to taste you. I want all of it.” Rian bit his lower lip and bucked beneath her mouth as she brought him to the cusp of an orgasm. Smiling at him she bent her head one last time, gave one last suck as he exploded into her mouth holding her hair tightly between his fingers. He didn’t shout out, instead he shook and whispered her name quietly over and over again. Liadh loved it, the sense of control that washed though her. She had done that, she had given Rían pleasure, and she had made him weak and helpless in her arms. She laid her head on his thigh as he caught his breath and rubbed her hair gently. The taste of him, the smell of him captured in her mouth and on her tongue, she was even hotter for him.


This is the story of two friends. Two soul mates separated at an age when they were way too young to understand why their connection was so strong and why they couldn’t bear to be away from each other.

Life hasn’t been kind with Liadh. She’s the flower child of a sixteen year old girl who lost everything when she refused to give her up. Their existence is made unbearable by a society who has always shunned and abused people like them. 

The only ray of sunshine in Liadh’s life is Rian, her best friend and play mate who makes everything seem brighter, easier.

Rian was born with privileges. His family is rich but he has learned from a young age that everything must be earned and nothing is given freely. As a child, he never had to worry about what others might think of him or if his family loved him or not. 

Growing up, he had earned his place in the high society but he always felt her loss like a physical thing. The day she left, she took a part of him with her.

Years later, Rian and Liadh meet again but they are not children anymore and too much has happened. The scars on Liadh’s soul are too deep and the woman she has become cannot trust as easily as the child she has been once.

This is a sweet story that will captivate your from the very first pages. I didn’t quite knew what to expect since I didn’t read the other books in the series so everything was new for me.

My biggest dream is to visit Ireland one day so, when you say “story based in Ireland” for me is like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. I’m all over it in a second and I can only blame Nora Roberts for that but we’re getting out of topic.

The O’Malley’s was Michelle’s debut series as an author and she did a good job but there is place for improvement.

Here’s one thing that I always found off putting in a book- skipping through large periods of time without giving the readers any kind of detail about what might have happened in that lapse of time.

I really don’t like it. In the end, there were a few sentences here and there about what Liadh went through after moving to Dublin but too few to cover a twenty years absence, in my opinion.

Something else that I don’t particularly appreciate is rushing it. Yes, I believe it’s possible to fall at least in lust if not in love at first sight but still. 

I always like to see a relationship develop, I want to understand how they got where they are, what made them fall in love. Makes everything more interesting, don’t you think?

Things progressed way too fast for Liadh and Rian and it was kind of hard for me keep up with all the action. It also made it impossible to connect with the characters. They are pretty interesting and funny at times but I just couldn’t. It felt like there was something missing, that they could have been better.

But, like I said, Michelle is a beginner and she has great potential. I will continue to read this series because I am curious now. The O’Malley’s are an colorful bunch.

Do I recommend? Yes. You should definitely read it. It’s fast paced and it’s perfect when you want to relax and just sit down with a book.

Happy reading!!


This is the song that fits Rian and Liadh story perfectly




Michelle McLoughney was raised and still lives in the south west of Ireland, where she runs a Montessori school. An award winning poet, she began writing her first adult romance over a year ago. Being a lover of all things romantic, Michelle just loves a happy ever after. She likes to write strong but loving male leads, and their feisty and funny love interests. When she is not busy daydreaming, plotting or having conversations with her characters; she likes to indulge her addiction to Netflix, usually accompanied by chocolate and wine.





Book Promo: Excerpt & Giveaway! To The Max by Elle Aycart


Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance


Forensic accountant Annie Griffin has always suspected she's a bit jinxed, so when she finds herself 35, single, temporarily homeless, and pregnant by a gigolo, her fears are confirmed.

Adrenaline junkie and professional stuntman Max Bowen needs a house-sitter to watch after his pets while he's out of town. Annie needs a place to stay. Standard quid pro quo. No biggie. She can handle that, whatever hellhounds he owns--until Max, the most sought-after bachelor in the county, comes back ahead of schedule and she ends up being roommates with a 27-year old sex god who turns out to be so much more than what she expected.
Max might have had the attention span of a humming bird on crack when it comes to women, but that was before Annie. Her quirkiness and sweet contradictions soon captivate him, not that she's inclined to give him the time of the day. With his reputation preceding him, he knows the odds are stacked against him, but he will do his best to prove her that he's what she needs, stuck-up socialite grandmothers, doomsday preppers, groupies, pregnancy hormones, and repentant biological dads be damned.
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Excerpt from To the Max © Elle Aycart 2015

Best way to spend Valentine's? Seven and a half months pregnant, on a Florida beach, looking like a whale among sirens, with your feet so swollen they seemed floating boats, and watching your sex God of a boyfriend being ogled and salivated upon by ten-years-younger-than-you, skinny women.
Yep, best way ever. Hands down.
Max had had to travel to Florida for work, and had insisted on Annie accompanying him. "Insisted" was too mild a word. He'd totally taken over and made all the arrangements. She'd been presented with a plane ticket and a "we're leaving tomorrow, pack your swimsuit."
Her man was bossy.
She would have wanted to object, but Boston in February was no match for Florida. The nice weather, the beach. Max kitesurfing, doing one of his stunts while being filmed. Yummy.
Sadly, she wasn't the only one that thought so. Apparently the whole of Florida's female population agreed with her.
When the shooting was about done, Annie stood up from the sun lounger and tried approaching. Several gorgeous groupies, fluffing out their hair, with bikinis that left little to imagination, giggling and swaying their hips like there was no tomorrow, rushed ahead, leaving her in the dust.
Well, what did she expect? Max was gorgeous with that sexy short Mohawk of his all mussed and his trimmed beard. Tanned. All wet from the sea, his muscles bulging and glistening, his dark blond hair bleached by the sun. And that permanent roguish smirk on his face, like he was flirting with life. She'd bet any-frigging-thing all the women on the beach had their girlie parts tingling, just from looking at him.
After wrapping things up, Max turned around and moved toward Annie, smiling. The women in front of her were already breathless, waving at him. He passed the groupies without a second look and went straight to her, taking her in his arms and kissing the living wits out of her.
"One zero for the whale," she whispered when he let her up for breath.
"What?" he asked, totally oblivious to the way the groupies glared and pouted.
"You missed a turn. Your fans there thought you were walking to them."
He snorted. "Don't give a fuck what they thought. I want you. Only you. Haven't you realized it yet?"
Yes, she had. The first day of the shooting, Annie would had preferred to stay behind, intimidated as she was with all the gorgeousness around, but he hadn't allowed it; he'd kept her by his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Kissing her and being sweet in front of God and everyone.
Lots of jaws had dropped.
"You done?" she whispered to him.
Max nodded. "I'm all yours now."
All hers. She loved the sound of that.
"So now what?"
"Now we get ready to celebrate Valentine's," he stated.
"Are we celebrating it at the hotel?"
"Nope."
"Where then?"
"You'll see."
Damn, he'd been so close-lipped about the whole thing. Their kick-ass, top-of-the-line hotel had been fully paid for until the next morning. And by the looks of it, they were pulling out all the stops preparing for the event.
"I need to know what to dress for," she insisted. "Beach picnic? Amusement park? Fancy restaurant? Naked date in the Jacuzzi?" It could be anything, considering who her Valentine was.
He brushed his lips with hers. "Dress how you want, Ace. You'll be stunning anyway and everybody will think I'm the luckiest bastard alive for being allowed to walk by your side. I'm holding you to the naked part for later, though," he added with a wink. "Now let's get going. We're expected soon."
Annie was relieved when she noticed Max had on jeans and a T-shirt. If he would had broken out the tuxedo, she would have been in trouble, seeing as the only outfits she'd packed were maternity swimsuits and flowy summer dresses.
Once ready, he clasped her hand in his and walked her to the car. At her inquiring look, he just said, "Trust me. It'll be memorable."
She had no doubt about it. So far, everything with Max had been.
They drove for over an hour. When he parked the car, she looked at her surroundings and broke into laughter. "The Eternal Sun resort?"
He nodded. "I promised you memorable, love. This is the place to have it, surrounded by couples averaging fifty years of marriage."
She'd heard so much about this place she was giddy with excitement. And a bit terrified, because there was a crowd at the entrance, already waving at them.
She turned to him. "Are they waiting for us?"
He waved back. "Yep. They are all very excited to meet you. We have a busy schedule, I hear. Bingo. Then romantic dinner. Then dancing under the stars and poker for the two-left-feet ones."
They had barely made it out of the car when those senior ladies were hugging and smooching them. Congratulating them on the baby and treating her as if they'd known her for freaking ever.
Bingo was a blast, not to mention the outrageous way those seniors tried to cheat. Dinner too. The common area had been transformed into a very romantic outdoors restaurant, with candles and roses and tables for two, but those seniors didn't believe in privacy, and before they made it to the second course, most tables had been pushed together, and Annie and Max were eating with a loud bunch who, in spite of their nosiness, were adorable.
Annie'd heard the Bowen brothers were very well liked at the Eternal Sun, but she had no clue how much.
Everybody there knew him and treated him like he was part of the family. And Max was so at ease with them too.
By desert Annie's side hurt from laughing so hard. Apparently fifty years of marriage gave for a lot of Valentine's anecdotes, all of them hilarious.
"I've had all sorts of Valentine's dates, from the totally awesome to the totally horrendous," Annie whispered into Max's crook after dinner, as they danced. "Nothing compared to this. This is off the charts."
"Off-the-charts horrendous or off-the-charts awesome?" he asked, spinning her around to the slow music.
She laughed. "Awesome, of course."
"I'm glad you're pleased."
Pleased? They were in the Eternal Sun resort on the dance floor, surrounded by couples who had been together for more than half a century, yet they were still holding hands. Cooing at each other. Laughing at each others' jokes.  
"They loved you," Max continued. "I got the third degree for not bringing you here until now."
"You got the third degree? Because I did too."
A frown marred his beautiful face. "What do you mean?"
"I was asked what were my intentions toward you." Several times, actually, during bingo and dinner. "Everybody loves you here." They'd been singing Max's praises all night long. And warning her about hurting him.
Max laughed. "And what are your intentions?"
"Well, I told them I plan to use you as a sex toy and then dump you to the curb," she joked.
His amused snort was loud and clear. "You can use me as a sex toy all you want, no objections whatsoever. You know my cock will always be hard for you, but you won't dump me to the curb, I won't let you."
The intensity in his words and his erection pressing against her abraded her senses. Man, even in the middle of a senior community he could turn her on, just by whispering into her ear.
They danced until the wee hours and then, as promised, she ended up naked in the Jacuzzi.
Best way to spend Valentine's Day? Or any other day of her life for that matter? With Max. Hands down.


Visit Elle Aycart's Blog to read Chapters 1 & 2 from To the Max (Bowen #3).




After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.





Release Day Launch: Excerpt & Giveaway! The Way We Fall, The Story of Us #1 by Cassia Leo

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From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a twisted and passionate love story that pushes the boundaries of loyalty. 

Maybe we shouldn’t have fallen so fast and so willingly. Maybe we shouldn’t have moved in together before we went on our first date. Maybe we should have given our wounds time to heal before we tore each other to shreds. Maybe we should have never been together. Houston has kept a devastating secret from Rory since the day he took her into his home. But the tragic circumstances that brought them together left wounds too deep to heal. Five years after the breakup, Houston and Rory are thrust together by forces beyond their control. And all the resentments and passion return with more intensity than ever. Once again, Houston is left with a choice between the truth and the only girl he’s ever loved.

 The Way We Fall is the first book in The Story of Us series, which follows the tumultuous love story of Rory and Houston. The sequel, The Way We Break, will be released Spring 2015.



August 13th

Houston Cavanaugh. 

The first boy I ever loved. And boy, did I love him a long time. I loved him until he was a man. I loved him 

until he loved me back. At least, I thought he loved me. 

His eyes narrow and he appears confused for a 

moment. “Jamie?” 

My heart drops to my feet. 

He doesn’t even remember me. 

“No,” I say with far too much emotion. 

“Oh, my God. I’m sorry. I... I know you.” 

I clutch my chest, unable to breathe. Then his eyes widen with what can only be described as pure terror. 

“Rory? Aurora?” 

I let out a sharp puff of air. “Yeah.” 

His lips are still moving. I want to hear what he’s saying, but my thoughts are pounding in time with my heart. Images flash in my mind: our bodies tangled in his sheets; the breakfast bar littered with sticky shot glasses and empty beer bottles; my empty dorm. 

“Rory?” 

I blink a few times to focus on his face and he looks at the floor, as if the weight of our history is pulling his head down. 

“I’m sorry. Maybe I should come back later.” 

“What? No!” 

He looks up, startled by my outburst. 

“I mean, you came to talk about the contract, so... let’s talk. I’m...” I nod toward the chair for him to sit down, then I close the office door behind him. “I’m sorry for spacing out. I was just a little surprised to see you.” I take a seat in Jamie’s chair and yelp as it begins to tip backward. “Shit!” 

Houston laughs as I scoot forward and lean my elbows on the desk, hoping he doesn’t notice how the sound of his laughter makes the hairs on my arms stand up. 

“Sorry. Obviously, I don’t sit on this side of the desk very often, but Jamie didn’t want to reschedule this appointment. She should be here shortly.” 

“You don’t need to apologize.” The left corner of his mouth pulls up in his signature half smile and I grit my teeth against the surge of emotions welling up inside me. “I’m actually kind of glad we ran into each other.” 

“Really? You hardly remembered me a minute ago.” 

He chuckles again. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was just surprised.” 

I can’t argue with this when I just used the same excuse. But it’s no more true coming from his lips than it is from mine. We’re not surprised to see each other. We’re terrified.


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time watching old reruns of Friends and Sex and the City. When she’s not watching reruns, she’s usually enjoying the California sunshine or reading – sometimes both.







Book Promo: Excerpt & giveaway! Unexpected Fate, Hope Town #1 by Harper Sloan


Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.

Or I should say recognize him for who he was.

I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He’s been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him through every girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine. I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.

My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time for me to get my man. 

Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every second of the fight to make it happen.


Prologue

“Axel Reid, don’t you dare!” my mom exclaims. Then she yelps when my daddy charges through the front door.

“Don’t I dare what, Princess? No way that boy is going near my girl. Look at him! He looks like he can’t wait to creep on my daughter!”

“Well, there is no need to scare him to death!” she mocks.

My cheeks heat instantly when I see Dane start backing away from the porch. My hopes of being able to actually go to my senior prom are starting to go up in flames.

Poof. 

Just like that.

Not that I should be surprised about it. Mom did her best to calm Daddy down, but we should have known better. He took one look at me and stormed over, only to return ten minutes later looking like he does now.

So embarrassing.

“You need to stop this nonsense right now, you big lug, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” Mom fumes.

“Like hell I will, woman!” Daddy roars at my mom.

I watch her face get sharp. He stops long enough to sling one of—that’s right, ONE of—the rifles he’s carrying over his shoulder, where it lands next to the other one he already has over his other shoulder. 

Only my mom would be brave enough to deal with him when he’s in “Protect Dani from everything with a penis” mode. He looks absolutely ridiculous. He has two hunting rifles now hanging by their leather straps over each shoulder. He has two handguns strapped to each thick thigh, two on each side of his belt, and various knives along the way. His shirt, which he thinks is hilarious to wear when I attempt to go out on a date, says I kill things…and eat them. I know it’s a hunting shirt—for animals, not teenage boys—but Dane doesn’t.

Mom moves in front of him, standing in the front doorway and blocking his path, where Dane is still slowly retreating. She’s been dealing with this way before they even had me. He’s…protective. I guess that’s the nicest way to put it. Well, she calls him protective. However, I call it possessive, overbearing, controlling, demanding, and jerky.

“This is her senior prom, Ax. You wouldn’t let her go last year.” She pauses when he grunts. “And I’m sorry, but you won’t be stopping her this year. She has a right to experience this. And Dane is a nice boy. Right, Dane?” she yells over her shoulder.

“Uhh…” he stammers, causing my daddy to grunt some more.

“The boy doesn’t even know how to talk, Izzy. I bet he will be nothing but handsy and think with his little pecker. Nope. No way. Not near my baby girl.”

Oh. My. God. I wish I could just fall into a hole right now. I try to see over my parents to find out if Dane heard that, but with Daddy basically being a giant, that’s not happening.

“You did not just say that!” I yell at his back. 

Daddy turns around, his movements awkward with how many weapons he has strapped to his body. His green eyes, so like my own, slant and harden. He looks down at my dress for the thousandth time since I came downstairs and doesn’t even bother hiding his displeasure that it’s showing too much of my body. Even if it is about as tasteful as it gets. 

My strapless, red dress has a sweetheart neckline, and everything he calls my “girly bits” is covered. There isn’t really any cleavage. Well, okay, there is some, but surely with my lack of being busty, you couldn’t even call what is showing “cleavage.” His first problem was with how much of my legs was showing. Then I made the mistake of turning around without my wrap on. That’s when he saw that the dress was completely backless to my bra line. Well, what it would be if I had been wearing one. Which is clearly when he lost his mind.

“You look just like your mother did that night twenty years ago when we finally came back to each other. Right down to those strappy shoe things. And I guarantee you, Danielle Reid, any teenage boy who doesn’t bat for the other team will be thinking thoughts I’ll cut his dick off for. No. You aren’t going with that boy, and that’s final.”

I harden my eyes, and his narrow even further. 

I put my hands on my hips, and he squares his shoulders, his rifles clinking together. 

I raise one brow, and he mirrors the action.

“Daddy.”

“Dani.”

“I’ll cry.”

“No, you won’t. You have more balls than that.”

“Want to bet?” I attempt to muster up some tears, knowing that he won’t be able to handle them, but before I can force the first one out, my brother jumps into my line of sight and blocks our standoff. 

“Yo, Dane! You just run along now. Dani is unfortunately feeling a little under the weather. Ebola. Or the flu. I don’t know. It’s really ugly and you probably don’t want to be around this. The boils—they could pop at any moment.”

“You did not just do that,” I heatedly whisper, fuming at his nerve.

Nate turns and smirks at me. “Oh I just did.”

“I can’t believe you two!” I spin to look at the one person who can help me. “Mom, seriously?”

Her expression softens, and she just shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dani. I tried.”

“You two,” I start, pointing between my older brother and father. “You just can’t leave it alone? I’ll be eighteen in a few months. What are you jerks going to do then?”

“You’re not dating, Danielle. Not ever.”

“Oh yeah, Daddy? And how realistic is that crap?”

“Watch your mouth, little princess.”

“Mom?”

“I’m so sorry, Dani.” She walks over and wraps me in her small arms. 

I could probably really cry now a lot easier than when I was trying to fake it, but I’ve never been one of those girls who weep constantly. It would be easier to just go upstairs, take off the dress mom and I spent hours looking for, scrub off the light makeup she helped me apply, and pretend this night didn’t happen.

***
An hour later, I’m sitting in my bedroom, still wearing my perfect dress. My makeup is still done and my hair is still flowing in long waves. And I’m no less mad at the men in my life than I was earlier. I’ve considered climbing out my window. I’ve considered asking my best friends, Lyn and Lila, to come help me escape. But what would be the point? Rambo-Dad already scared away my date, the only boy left in school who had been willing to ask me even though his friends had warned him about my father.

I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should go away for college. I planned on living at home while I attended Georgia Tech, but there is no way I can deal with this stuff any longer. If my father had things his way, I would be shipped off to become a nun. Or he would buy an island and make it an all-girls cult.

“Uhggggg!” I yell to the empty room.

“Seriously, Dani-girl, things can’t be that bad.”

I jump up when I hear the deep, gravelly, insanely sexy voice coming from my bedroom door. That voice. My lord. The things it alone does to me should be classified as illegal. 

My hair slaps me in the face, a good handful landing in my open mouth, and I hastily pull it out before I turn to where he is standing.

My lord, he’s beautiful. He’s always been. My heart speeds up when I take in his smirking face and the mischief dancing in his brown eyes.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I shake my head.

“Speechless?”

I shake it again.

“Do you really have some flesh-eating, boil-slash-Ebola-like sickness?” he laughs.

I narrow my eyes at him, and his rich laughter booms through the room.

“I’m just kidding, Dani-girl. Come on. Get yourself ready and let’s go rock this prom.”

My jaw drops again. “What?” 

For the first time, I notice that he’s dressed in a perfectly tailored tux. My eyes travel down his tall form to his shining, black dress shoes. On the way back up, my eyes hit the corsage spinning around his finger before I look back up into those gorgeous eyes. 

“Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Does Daddy know you’re here?” I ask, not moving from my spot.

He sighs, steps into my room, and walks over. His cologne, Gucci Black, wraps around me. He’s worn the same scent for years. I perversely sniff it every time I hit the mall with Lyn and Lila. That scent—it’s my undoing.

He grabs one of my hands and gives my knuckles a kiss before placing the corsage around my wrist. He gives my hand a squeeze before letting go. Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he presses down until I’m seated on my bed. Kneeling before me, he takes my feet one by one and fastens the straps of my black heels before standing and grabbing my hands, again, to pull me to my feet.

The whole time, I act like a freak and just gape at him.

What in the hell is going on?

“Ready?” he asks.

“Uhhh…”

“Right. You’re ready,” he laughs, grabs my hand, and pulls me through the house, down the stairs, and into the entryway of the house, where my parents are waiting. 

Mom has her camera ready, forcing us to take some pictures, for all of which I’m sure I’m just standing there in a daze. I think I smiled in them, but I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Daddy smiles big and triumphantly the whole time, like he’s won some battle here. 

“Oh, good. You got here,” Nate mumbles through a sandwich he’s stuffing down his throat.

I shake out of my stunned stupor and look over at him. “You did this?” I ask with disbelief.

“Well, duh. Can’t have my little sister miss her prom because of some boils. Plus, I knew this guy,” he says, pointing at our father, “wouldn’t mind him.” He takes another bite before he looks over my shoulder. “And I know he isn’t going to try to pet the cat.”

“Nathaniel Gregory!” Mom gasps.

“What? Why do you think Dad acts like he does? Just because I’m willing to say the words doesn’t mean you have to freak out.”

I look over at my mom, who has turned bright red. 

Daddy laughs at her embarrassment and pulls her into his arms. “Are you sure we didn’t drop that one a few times as a baby?” 

She slaps his hard stomach and shakes her head. “You look beautiful, honey. Have fun, okay?” 

I smile at her and move my eyes to Daddy to judge his mood. 

He just smiles at me. “I trust him. He won’t let any of those pimple-faced, prepubescent boys touch a beautiful hair on your head. Have fun, sweetheart.” 

I walk over and give them both a hug, standing up on my toes as far as a can to whisper my gratitude in his ear. He’s annoying, overprotective, and possessive of his girls, but I love him and I know he comes from a good place. 

“Uh, excuse me? Do I not get any little-sister love here? I’m the one running this show, you know?”

“You’re such a dork, Nate,” I laugh and give him a hug before turning back to my date.

He’s standing by the door, talking in low tones to my daddy. I can’t hear him, but he’s still smiling, so I’m guessing there isn’t any talk about dismemberment going on. He looks over, his smile deepening and the lines around his eyes crinkling. Something moves behind his eyes that darkens them slightly, but he looks back over at Daddy, finishing up their conversation.

“Ready, Dani-girl?” he asks a few minutes later, making my heart speed up again.

Holy. Crap. 

“Yeah. I’m ready.” Or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.

**
That night, while dancing to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,” I knew I would never be the same. I could feel the jealous waves coming off every female in the room as he held me in his arms. Of course, I had a man and not a boy as my date. Five years older than I am and very obviously not a teenager.

Being held in his arms was a dream come true. His scent invaded my lungs with every inhale. His eyes twinkled as his smile held me hostage. I knew I would never love a man as much as I love him.

Yeah. That was the night I confirmed what I had always known. What I had always felt.

Cohen Cage owned my heart and I never wanted it back.


Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.