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Being young is all about the experiences: the first time you skip school, the first time you fall in love…the first time someone holds a gun to your head.

After being held hostage during a robbery at the local convenience store, seventeen year old Edie finds her attitude about life shattered. Unwilling to put up with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she enrolls at the local public high school, crossing paths with John. The boy who risked his life to save hers.

While Edie’s beginning to run wild, however, John’s just starting to settle down. After years of partying and dealing drugs with his older brother, he’s going straight—getting to class on time, and thinking about the future.

An unlikely bond grows between the two as John keeps Edie out of trouble and helps her broaden her horizons. But when he helps her out with another first—losing her virginity—their friendship gets complicated.

Meanwhile, Edie and John are pulled back into the dangerous world they narrowly escaped. They were lucky to survive the first time, but this time they have more to lose—each other.


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In one word of Trust by Kylie Scott is beautiful. There is no way to explain this book without spoilers for it is a book worth getting. What I loved the most is Edie and her attitude about well what happened. Reading about her makes you feel like you were there going through it and boy Kylie Scott just wowed me. John is not a guy you usually see in books like this for Kylie went deep into John. This is actually the first for me in reading Kylie Scott`s stories and definitely not going to stop at this one. She is talented in a way that just reading the first chapter brings it to life to the point where you heart will stop and in suspense with what happens next. Loved it.

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“You were going to give it up to Duncan Dickerson?” he sneered. “Are you serious?”

I halted, staring at him. This was not good. “How do you know about that?”

“Anders overheard you and Hang talking.”


“Well?” he demanded, acting all authoritarian. Idiot.

“To be fair, I didn’t know his last name was Dickerson,” I said. “That’s unfortunate. Though, I wasn’t actually planning on marrying him, so . . .”

“Not funny.”

I shrugged.

“You barely know the guy.”

“Um, yeah. None of your concern. We’re not talking about this.” How mortifying! My face burned bright. People should just gather around and cook s’mores. “I appreciate that we’re friends. You mean a lot to me. But this is going to have to fall under definitely none of your damn business, so go away please.”

“We’re talking about it.” He advanced a step.

“No we are not.” And I retreated.

“You were going to let a complete stranger touch you.” Advance.

Retreat. “People do it all the time. You do it all the time.”

“But you don’t,” he said, taking the final step, backing me up against the side of his car and getting all in my face. “Edie, this is your first time we’re talking about. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, and it’s going to be messy and painful and probably horribly embarrassing and I just want it over and done with.” I tried to meet his eyes but failed, settling for a spot on his right shoulder. “You’re not a girl; you wouldn’t understand. Also, last time I checked, you’re not the gatekeeper of my hymen, John Cole. So back the fuck off.”

He said nothing.

Deep, calming breaths. “Look, someday I’ll meet someone I really like and we’ll have a deep and meaningful relationship and go at it like bunnies. But I don’t want to be the dumb virgin in that scenario.”

He slowly shook his head.

“Also, I do not want to die a virgin.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Hey, you and I both know death can occur at any time.”

“This is crazy.”

“I’m seeing a therapist!” I told his shoulder. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a little bit messed up these days. It’s hard for me to trust people. That’s not going to change anytime soon.”

He screwed up his face at me. “Wha—”

“I’m just trying to be practical.”

“Well, you’re being ridiculous. None of this makes sense.”

“It does to me.”

Again, he said nothing.

In fact, he said nothing for so long that I finally looked him in the eye. The anger had left him, replaced by an emotion I didn’t recognize. Worst of all, he still smelled like summer. A little sweat and the open night air, everything I loved. Liked. I meant liked.

“What?” I said, finally.

He let loose a breath. “I’ll do it.”










kyliescottimageKylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from



Cover Reveal for Forever Hearts by CJ Martin



Title: Forever Hearts
Author: CJ Martín 
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le

Release Date: August 3, 2017
Best friends
aren’t meant to fall in love with each other…
From the time I was
five, Jesse Collins was my world. He was my partner in crime. My best friend.
My confidant. 

We were
inseparable. Soul mates. Forever hearts. But all that changed when he took on a
new role. Lover. 

He told me to
trust. To have faith. To believe in our love. 

And I did. 

But we all eat lies
when the heart is hungry. And mine was damn hungry for Jesse Collins. I
couldn’t stop myself from falling for him, even if I wanted to. 

This is our story.
The good. The bad. The heartbreaking. 

But in the end,
will the thread that binds us together be strong enough to weather the storm? 

I used to think so,
but now I’m not quite as sure… 
Forever Hearts is a
friends to lovers new adult romance. If you like sexy and sweet, hot and
handsome, mixed with a whole lot of spice, then you’ll love this steamy romance
by best-selling author CJ Martín.

My body is already starting to feel the effects after only
two glasses of wine. My eyes find Jesse’s as Liza uncorks the first bottle. His
eyes communicate everything I need to know: I got you. You’re safe. Have fun
with your friend.
Knowing Jesse’s here, knowing he wouldn’t let anything
happen to me, I let myself indulge a little more than I should. And by the time
we’ve opened the second bottle, I’m feeling downright giddy.
As Liza and I chat, Jesse remains quiet, somewhat paying
attention and occasionally commenting on or laughing at something silly we say.
But then the conversation turns to sex. I’m not even sure how—well, that’s not
true—I know exactly how this conversation started: Liza.
The girl loves to talk about anything and everything related
to doing the deed, a trait that has earned her the reputation of slut, but
those close to her know the truth. She’s fairly conservative in bed, and has
had fewer partners than most.
“Come on,” she says, as she munches on another handful of
chips. “All I’m saying is that if they made wax replicas of Chris Hemsworth’s
penis, you’d buy one.”
I arch my brow skeptically and cast a glance in Jesse’s
direction. My eyes plead with him to jump in and end the conversation, but his
head is bent in concentration over his phone.
He’s probably texting Shelly. He’s probably arranging
their next hookup. He’s probably going to fuck her after he leaves tonight.
I roll my eyes in disgust, but then I’m annoyed at myself. Why
do I give a shit about who Jesse hooks up with?
“What?” Liza’s voice draws my attention back. “I bet it’d be
a bestseller. Certainly better than the Jack Rabbit you have.”
“Liza!” My voice raises ten octaves. “Okay, I think you’re
cut off.”
I’d confessed one night when we still roomed together that I
preferred to use my vibrator, because it was quicker and more efficient than
any of the men I’d been with. It was silly girl talk, and I never imagined that
she’d share something so private.
“Sorry.” She shrugs and smirks at Jesse, who’s now watching
me with sudden interest. “It’s not like he doesn’t jerk off.” She shrugs again.
“We all do it. It’s biology.”
“Besides”―she tosses the bowl of chips on the low coffee
table―“weren’t you the one who said…”
“Enough.” I slice my hand through the air.
“No,” Jesse interjects, voice husky and holding more heat
than I’ve ever heard before. “I want to hear this.” He pins Liza with his gaze.
“What did Ry say?”
Liza’s gaze jumps between Jesse and me, her smile downright
wicked. “That she has more fun with herself than she ever has with any man.”
My face flames redder than a lobster, shines more cherry red
than a summer-ripe tomato. It’s like I have a motherfucking third-degree
Note to self: Kill Liza. Slowly.
The sound of Jesse sucking in a breath is palpable, and I
hear the soft whisper of his words. “Holy shit.”
My hands shield my face, and my fingers dig into my scalp.
How do I get myself into these situations? Yes, Liza is my best girl
friend and Jesse is, well, my best, everything, but there are just some
things that shouldn’t be discussed. Masturbating habits or otherwise included.
Not even a minute later, Liza has moved on to another inane
topic, but my mortification doesn’t subside. The heaviness of Jesse’s stare
weighs on me all night, and every now and again, in a moment of bravery, I
sneak a glance his way. His blue eyes are round and dark, pupils dilated, lips
parted in the most enticing way, and for a crazy moment I imagine those full
lips on mine, on my breasts, on my belly, on my…. What. The. Fuck.
I’ve definitely had too much wine.
Blinking my eyes, I force my gaze back to the program. I
chuckle at the appropriate scenes, nod my head in agreement whenever Liza says
something that demands a response, but truthfully, I’m freaking the fuck out.
My mind is reeling, wondering if I read the heat in Jesse’s eyes correctly, and
if so, why the hell did I like it so much?
Author Bio


CJ Martín lives in
Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband and her adorable (sometimes
infuriating) dog, Albert. She is an avid reader and has been known to spend her
days ignoring her responsibilities while engrossed in a good book. She enjoys
traveling and yoga.
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Release Blitz for Start Me Up by Maggie Riley


Title: Start Me Up
Author: Maggie Riley
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
He’s arrogant, sexy and aloof. And now I have to write his book.Jack Willis is every bit the start-up prodigy—seriously smart, inventive, and
totally sexy. With his incredible mind, extraordinary body, and a bank account
with more zeroes than you can count, he would give the sharks from Shark Tank a
run for their money. Everyone from Wall Street investors to drooling house
wives wants a piece of him. Everyone except Libby Hanson, that is.

Libby Hanson is a crafty, curvy bombshell, more accustomed to macrame and
crochet than fine dining and stealth engineering. She reads, she writes, she
drinks wine with her cat…and she’s never even heard of Jack Willis until she
lands an interview that will change her life forever.

Jack needs a book written—and fast. His sexy new car is about to be released on
the market, and a New York Times bestselling book would be the perfect
marketing push to get his business to the next level. He could have any writer
he wants: but he wants Libby. She’s feisty, gorgeous, and has a way with words
like nobody else.

To write his book, Libby has to see everything he does. She gets thrust into a
brand new world of A-list red carpet events, meetings with executives, and long
nights in the workshop that grow increasingly intimate. But to write a
bestseller, Libby needs more. Their connection is off the charts, but she’ll
need to discover the real Jack—the man behind the inventions, the man who’s
steadily stealing her heart. Jack has secrets—lots of them—and Libby will do
anything to get the scoop. With Jack’s true nature coming to the surface, Libby
finds herself torn—will she expose the man everyone is dying to get the dirt
on? Or will she protect the man she is slowly but surely falling for?


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“You have no idea what I do, do you?” I asked her point
blank. No point beating around the bush for much longer. And I was curious how
she’d react. Most people would stutter and immediately deny their lack of
I wasn’t surprised when Libby’s reaction was different.
Everything about her was different.
She laughed, the sound a little nervous and a little
sheepish. “I don’t, I’m sorry,” she confessed. “I don’t like to come so
unprepared, but I’m afraid no one was very forthcoming with details about the
job. Just that someone needed a ghostwriter.”
“Only you didn’t know who that someone was,” I leaned back,
watching her.
I couldn’t help it. There was something about her that
captivated me. And I was the kind of man that paid attention when my gut told
me to. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I had if I hadn’t developed a pretty
damn good set of instincts. And my instincts were saying that Libby Hanson
deserved a closer look. 
Two red spots had appeared on her cheeks. “I’m afraid to say
I didn’t know who you were when I walked in. And I still don’t.”
Even my name hadn’t sparked any recognition. Either Libby
had been living under a rock for the past few years or she just didn’t travel
in the kind of circles that discussed the latest tech inventions. Or the latest
millionaire gossip mill. It was incredibly refreshing. Everyone else I had
interviewed for the ghostwriter job had nearly fallen over themselves, quoting
other articles or pieces that had been written about me, trying to impress me.
And that was if they were men. If they were women, they tended to start batting
their eyelashes and making unsubtle attempts to display various body parts.
Even though it had been happening for years – ever since my name and photo were
on the cover of Forbes – I still couldn’t get used to women throwing themselves
at me with such aggression. I’d always been lucky with the ladies, but the fame
and the money made it out of control. I didn’t like fawning, I just found it
annoying. And I really didn’t want to work with someone who was going to try to
flatter and butter me up, even if it was for the sake of the book. A book which
I had been loathed to do in the first place. I hated talking about myself. I
wanted to talk about the work, about what I wanted to accomplish, not which
supermodel I was rumored to be dating or all the money I was making. My
personal life was just that – personal. And I intended to keep that side of me
out of the press and out of this book.
Which is why I found Libby’s lack of information appealing,
and I saw the opportunity to avoid the usual pitfalls I often found when being
interviewed. She didn’t know me, didn’t know my reputation. She would be able
to approach this book without any preconceived notions. Without any agenda. It
could actually be about the work, and not about me.
For the first time the book didn’t seem like the worst idea
“You’re hired,” I told her.


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Maggie Riley is a contemporary romance author whose
interests include red wine, sushi, strolls through Central Park, and steamy
men- both real and imaginary. She lives on the Upper East Side with her German
Shepherd, Penny.
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Keeping his eyes on mine, he calls to the barman. “Two tequilas, please.”
“Tequila,” I muse, looking over my shoulder when the salt and lemon land behind me. “Is that my challenge?”
“Crying off?” he goads, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some notes.
“Never,” I scoff, turning into the bar. I don’t know what his game is, but I want to play. With him. “You’re asking me to prove I’m sober by doing a shot?” I narrow my eyes on him, teasing. “Or is your plan to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
He smiles to himself as he pays the barman. “You don’t look like the kind of woman who could be taken advantage of.”
“What kind of woman do I look like, then?” I challenge quietly.
He turns into me, watching me for a few moments. “I don’t know, but I think I’d like to find out.”
I hold his gaze for a few seconds, no retort coming to me. I think I want him to find out, too, just as much as I want to find out what kind of man he is. My eyes drop from his sparkling greys, down his tall, lean frame to his feet.
“Let’s play,” he says, moving in closer and pulling one of the glasses forward. I don’t mean to, but I yank my arm away abruptly when he brushes against me, startled by the tiny stabs of pleasure that pitter-patter all over my skin. The fleeting touch tells me he would feel as good as he looks, and—give me strength—he smells divine, all manly and earthy and fucking edible.
The sudden lapse in movement and talking from both of us becomes slightly awkward. I can feel him looking down at me.
“What do I have to do?” I ask again quietly, almost on a breathy gasp.
He clears his throat. “You’re not drunk?”
“Not even the slightest bit.” I raise my nose in the air.
“Good. Then you’ll smash this challenge first time.” He places a finger on the brim of one of the shot glasses. “Brace your palms on the edge of the bar,” he orders, firm but softly. I look at him, finding a serious face. “Go on.”
Frowning, I place my hands on the edge of the bar. “Okay?”
He takes my hips. He takes my fucking hips! I freeze from top to toe and swallow hard, waiting. My insides are quickly furling, my mind in chaos. “Move back a bit,” he says, pulling at them a little until I step back.
Oh, Jesus. I’m on fire. I have a strange man bending me over a bar in public, and me, Annie I’m-immune-to-men Ryan, isn’t fighting him off. It’s like he has me under a spell. What gives? I dare not look behind me. I’m not stupid enough to think Lizzy isn’t currently watching a man manipulate my body to where he wants it.
“You feel tense,” he observes, releasing me and moving back to my side.
I don’t deny it; neither do I confirm it. His big hands felt so good resting on my hips, so much so I have to resist not claiming them and putting them back where they were. “What now?” I ask, evidently struggling for air, damn me.
“Now.” He picks up his beer and grins. “I get to gloat that I had you bent over a bar within five minutes of meeting you.” He takes a swig, still grinning, and I hear the roar of a man down the bar laughing his head off.
Oh, the fucker! Part of me has admiration. Another part of me wants to slap him stupid; I don’t care how beautiful he is. And another part of me wants to rip his clothes from his body and ravish the sly bastard.
I cannot believe I fell for it! How many women has he played like a fiddle? I drop my head, shaking it to myself.
I knew that smile was dangerous. A man who can bend a woman to his will so easily and so soon couldn’t be anything less than lethal. And the fact that he got me with his wicked game means hats off to him. I can’t possibly take that away from him, and since I’m lacking in the dignity department right now, I decide not to slap him. Nor will I chuck a drink over his head, or fire a load of verbal abuse at him.
I’ll do what he least expects.
I push myself up and turn to face him, unable to stop myself from smiling at his half-grin. Holding his gaze, I slowly lick the back of my hand, blindly take the salt off the bar, sprinkle a bit, and take one of the shots of tequila. But as I’m taking my hand to my mouth to lick the salt up, he seizes my wrist and takes the shot from my other hand. My heartbeat accelerates, our eyes glued to each other as he moves into me and slowly brings my hand to his mouth. I watch, gripped, as he lazily licks up the salt from the back of my hand, eyes on mine, and then knocks the tequila back. Kill me now, for I will certainly die a happy woman. His tongue on my skin. His eyes boring into mine. His hold of my wrist. I must look like a statue—unable to talk, move, or think clearly.
“There’s one more tequila,” he says, cocking his head toward the bar but keeping me in his sights. “And it’s yours.”
Oh good lord. My heart is speeding up by the second as I watch him lick the back of his hand and sprinkle some salt. Then he offers it to me. I stare at his hand, and then slowly look up at him. I could get lost in those grey glittery eyes.
“I taste good,” he whispers.

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Title: Maybe This Summer
Author: Jennifer Snow
Series: Colorado Ice #2.5
On Sale: July 11, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Formats: E-Book
Price: $2.99 (mass market)
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Always a wingman . . .

Owen McConnell is used to being ignored. After all, it’s only when he appears as the Colorado Avalanche’s team mascot that he gets all the attention. When the costume is off, women tend to gravitate toward his famous hockey player friends. But after he meets lovely, damaged Paige Adams, he knows he can be the star player for her. She’s raising funds for the hospital burn unit, and Owen’s determined to help her out—and sweep her off her feet.

The burn unit has been near and dear to Paige’s heart ever since the doctors helped her after a vicious attack. Yet the scars—both emotional and physical—haven’t faded as much as she’d hoped. She’s closed herself off from relationships, and the thought of opening up is terrifying. But Owen’s sexy charm might be just the push Paige needs to start loving again.


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“Okay, I’ve got one,” Paige said, pointing to Bob Marley’s “Stir It Up.”
If anyone could help him seduce a woman, it was Bob Marley. Sliding the coins into the machine, he kept one eye on the door as she made her selection.
As the soft beat started, she smiled. “I love this song.”
He was in love with her smile. As she headed back toward the booth, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into him.
A slight look of intrigued panic flickered across her features. “What are you doing?” she asked as he drew her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her soft perfume and the feel of her body beneath his hands made it impossible to let her go, even if he wanted to.
“Dancing with you. I knew if I asked, you’d say no,” he said, swaying slowly to the beat. Every other thought left him as he enjoyed the moment, knowing he may not get this opportunity again. Nothing else mattered except the woman in his arms.
She glanced around the bar, which had gotten busier while he’d been caught up completely in her. “No one else is dancing…”
“That’s okay. I don’t want to dance with anyone else.”
She sighed and reluctantly slid her arms around his neck. “This isn’t exactly a dance floor.”
“Any floor can be a dance floor,” he said, drawing her even closer as his hands slid a fraction lower. His thumbs gently massaged as his grip tightened at her hips.
She shot him a warning look as she readjusted his hands higher on her back.
But she didn’t remove them completely. “Sorry. I felt a vibe and went for it.”
She laughed. “Maybe not the right choice in songs,” she said, though finally swaying in sync with him.
His gaze fell to her hips in her tight-fitting jeans and he had to force a breath. “I think it’s the perfect choice in song. Now, it’s our song.”
“Our song?”
“Yeah. Whenever we go to a wedding and they play it, we can say ‘hey, it’s our song,’ or when we’re driving through the mountains in the winter on the way to the cabin with the kids asleep in the back and it comes on the radio, we can crank it higher and sing along to…”
“Our song?” she finished shaking her head. “You really get ahead of yourself, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” he said, his gaze locked on hers. The drinks, the beat of the music, the dim lighting in that corner of the bar, her soft, sweet smile made it impossible not to want to kiss her…but he held back. Too soon, too fast was not the way with this one, and that was the only speed he really knew. Not this time. This time it was her speed, her timing. He had no other choice—he was completely hooked on her.
But that didn’t stop him from taking her hand and kissing it, savoring the silky soft skin against his lips.
A conflicted look appeared on her face for just a brief second before she was leaning toward him. When her lips brushed his, his eyes widened. His grip tightened at her waist as her arms circled his neck once more.
Her height made her perfect to kiss. He didn’t need to bend at the knees or crank his neck. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like a mixture of gin and watermelon. Her hands crept into his hair, and she pressed her body to his. He could sense her give into the moment, all tension and apprehension disappearing. His hands cupped her face as he responded with an urgency he couldn’t control. Since the first day he’d met her, he’d wanted to kiss her, and now she was continuing to shock the hell out of him with the passion and heat that she’d initiated. Gone was the cool, guarded woman who’d walked into the bar two hours before. Now she was soft and dangerously seductive as her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue parted his lips, demanding entry.
His fingers dug into her waist and only the beat of the music kept him grounded in their surroundings, preventing him from taking the kiss to an even more intoxicating level. He wanted so much more than a kiss…
Breathless, she pushed away slightly, her eyes snapping open as her hand flew to her lips.
He couldn’t not to take the opportunity to tease her. “That was a little forward, don’t you think?” He fought to calm his thundering pulse and hoped she couldn’t see the effect the kiss had had on him. His pants felt a whole hell of a lot tighter in the front, and resisting the urge to drag her out of there and back to his place was taking all his strength.
“Well, since you’d already planned family vacations, I took a chance that you wouldn’t mind,” she murmured against his lips as she moved in closer again. “And maybe the alcohol and the music went to my head a little.”
He touched her cheek as they continued to sway. Never in a million years had he expected this evening to turn out the way it was. She’d stayed beyond a quick drink. She’d actually taken the time to get to know him, and she’d let him in. The kiss had told him she was every bit as interested in him as he was in her. And he was feeling pretty damn good.
But a second later he knew he was screwed as her gaze wandered past him to the door. “Hey isn’t that your friend, Ben Westmore?”

Excerpted from MAYBE THIS SUMMER by Jennifer Snow. Copyright © 2017 by Jennifer Snow. Reprinted with permission of Forever Yours. All rights reserved.

Now Available SEAL’S COURAGE by JM Stewart!



A SEAL’S COURAGE by JM Stewart (July 11, 2017; Forever Yours eBook; $3.99; Military Match Book 1)

A sizzling new series about three friends looking for love-and the sexy SEALs who are ready to fulfill their craziest fantasies.

He’s a man on a mission.

Navy SEAL Trent Lawson isn’t a man to back down from a challenge. Ever since he opened his eyes in that army hospital to learn the men from his unit were gone, Trent has been determined to live life in their honor. Even if that means facing his most terrifying mission yet…dating.

She’s done playing games.

Lauren Hayes has standards. In fact, she’s got an entire list of them. There’s only ever been one man to come close to making the cut-Trent Lawson. Except her best friend’s too-sexy-for-his-own-good brother is strictly off-limits.

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“Then be my first.” Lauren drew a deep breath and pressed herself into his arms, sliding her hands up his back. “It’s not like I’m asking you to do me right here and now. It can happen at whatever pace you need it to.”

He cupped her chin in his palm, brow furrowed, gaze intense. “You’re okay with that?”

She lifted onto her toes, trying to close the space between them. “I’m okay with that. If it makes you feel better to put a label on this, consider us friends with benefits. When it stops being mutually satisfying, it ends.”

She’d just have to be sure to keep her head in the right place, so that her heart didn’t get broken in the end. This was a fling with a sexy guy, no more, no less.

He let out an agonized groan and brushed his mouth over hers, so lightly she shivered. “God, I can’t resist you anymore. I have a few requests.”

Her heart hammered in giddy anticipation. She hadn’t expected him to accept. That he had sent myriad thoughts flying through her mind, all of which settled low in her belly. “Okay.”

He pulled back. For a moment his gaze dropped as his fingers idly stroked her shoulder, like he couldn’t help but touch her. “You can’t tell Mandy.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Trent, she’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, but she’s my sister. The last thing I need is her privy to the intimate details of my prowess in the bedroom.” He brushed his nose against hers, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I recall overhearing a conversation about size once.”

Heat rushed into her face, but Lauren couldn’t contain her grin. She recalled that exact conversation. They hadn’t discussed him, exactly, but she remembered distinctly wondering.

“All right. On this I’ll concede, because you have a point.” She rubbed a circle over his chest. “What else?”

“I want to put a time limit on this. A month. When it’s over, we go back to being just friends.” His hands looped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Heat flared in his eyes. “I also think we should ease into this. So my last request is no sex.”

Lauren dropped her forehead to his shoulder with an exasperated sigh. “I’m never going to lose my virginity that way.”

He chuckled and hooked two fingers beneath her chin, tilting her gaze back to his. His eyes blazed at her. “At least not right away. I’m proposing we do everything else first. Because I was thinking…you want the full experience, right?”

She shrugged. He had her there. “I guess.”

“And that includes things like kissing. Touching.” He leaned down, his voice lowering to a husky rumble against her mouth. “Tasting.”

A hot little shudder moved through her as her mind filled with the possibilities: his rough hands closing around her breasts, fingers sliding into her panties, stroking her sex.

His warm mouth buried between her thighs.

“I like that idea. Doing it all. How ’bout, since you stayed last night, instead of lunch today, we start with dinner tomorrow night?” She pinned him with a direct stare and arched a brow, attempting to look fierce, but one corner of her mouth twitched, betraying her. “You still owe me a date.”