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Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Back to You this Christmas by S.L. Sterling

Title: Back to You this Christmas
Author: S.L. Sterling
Publication date: November 22nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance



This Christmas, all I wanted was to wallow in self-pity until the woman I thought was the love of my life could explain why she left me at the altar. Instead, my buddy, Zach forced holiday merriment on me. I thought it was going to be a tinsel-laced nightmare… until his sister, Alexa, showed up. Turns out, she grew up into a gorgeous present I was insanely tempted to unwrap. Lucky for me, she shared my desire to meet under the metaphorical mistletoe… and let things heat up from there.

For the first time in months, Laura, my ex, wasn’t haunting my thoughts like the Ghost of Christmas Past. Which, of course, is exactly why she had to pick that moment to call and say she wanted to talk. I could only hope St. Nick had a playbook in his sleigh because things were about to get complicated.

From author S.L. Sterling comes a sizzling holiday romance hot enough to roast your chestnuts!

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I was still awake at two in the morning. I was now lying in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. I had heard Zach come in around twelve-thirty and heard Mom and Dad come up to bed shortly after that. The house was now quiet, except for the sound of Dad snoring off in the distance. I lay in the warmth of my bed, my mind still reeling with thoughts of Drew, alone, across the hall. Drew had everything: good looks, a great job, he was successful, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why some girl who’d had him would ever let him go. I’d give anything for a chance with a guy like him. Well, not just any guy, and here she was just throwing him away as if he were last night’s trash.

I rolled over onto my side and let out a sigh. I needed to get my mind off him, and knowing he was right across the hall wasn’t helping. The first thought that came to my mind as I rolled back over and stared up at the ceiling was cake. Mom had a coconut cream cake downstairs in the fridge, and the more I thought of it, the more I wanted a piece.

Finally, the craving won and I got up, threw on a pair of socks, and slipped out of my room. The house was silent, and I tiptoed down the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky steps. I could see a tiny light that we always left on in the kitchen. I came around the corner to see Drew, shirtless, his sleep pants hung low on his hips, standing with his back to me. He hadn’t seen me, or so I thought, and I was about to scurry back up the steps when he spoke.

“Hey, you want some cake?” he asked, holding out a plate with a slice on it. I came slowly around the corner, my eyes firmly planted on his chest and abs. Fuck. The man looked like one of the lingerie models I had photographed. He was so cut and well-defined. When my eyes met his, I saw him take a quick glance down my body, and that was when I realized I was in nothing but a short T-shirt and panties.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, taking the plate from his hand. My fingers brushed his, the contact sending a jolt through my body.

“No, and I couldn’t get the thought of cake out of my mind either. Your mom makes damn good cake, and this one just happens to be my favorite,” Drew said, watching as I tried to hide my half-naked body behind the counter, a half-smile coming to his lips.

“What’s so funny?” I asked as he turned and cut another slice of cake, placing it on another plate.

He turned around with fork in hand and dug into the soft, moist cake. He leaned up against the counter, his eyes roaming what he could see of my body as he ate. “I just think that it’s cute that you are trying to hide from me. Especially when you don’t need to hide from me, Lexi. I’ve known you pretty much your entire life. I’ve seen you in less clothing than that. We spent many summers all together by the pool.”

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. “I’m not hiding. I just wasn’t expecting anybody to be up at this time. Besides, I’m not exactly dressed for a friendly chat. You’ve known me all your life, with clothes on,” I said, nervously laughing, and stepped around the corner of the island, setting my plate down.

“So, look at me!” he exclaimed, holding his hands out to the side like he was putting himself on display. “Do I look like I’m dressed for a friendly chat?”

“Yeah, look at you, Mr. Eight-Pack.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you want some milk?” I asked, holding the corner of my shirt down and raising my arm up into the cupboard for a glass.


I could feel his eyes burning into me as I reached for another glass and got the milk out of the fridge. I quickly poured two glasses and turned around, only to see him still staring at me. I did my best to ignore it and slid his glass over to him, returning to my slice of cake. I tried hard to avoid eye contact with him, but it was almost impossible, and when I checked him out again, I could see the outline of his semi-rigid cock through his sleep pants. I bit my lower lip and ate the last bite of the cake on my plate. Drew was already done with his and had put his plate into the sink. I walked over and put my plate in the sink on top of his while he put the cake back into the fridge.

I was about to turn around to grab his glass when I felt the heat of his body against my back. I could barely breathe and was afraid to move, so I grabbed the dishcloth, preparing to wash up the dishes we had used. I turned toward the sink and was just about to turn the water on when I felt his fingers dance along the edge of my panty-line. Drew was touching me. Drew, the same boy who used to pick on me, was now standing behind me, a man, running his fingers against my bare skin. His touch was almost paralyzing as I struggled to breathe. He was so close to me that I could feel the light puff of his breath on the back of my neck. I could feel myself get instantly wet, and I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes as his fingers tickled along the side of my belly to grip the edge of my T-shirt and pull it down to cover over my ass.

As soon as I was covered, he leaned in, his scent intoxicating, and whispered in my ear, “Thanks for the cake. Good night, Lexi.”

I closed my eyes. His hands were still grazing my skin, and I stood there allowing the room to spin around me. His hands then went to my hips and rested there for a couple of seconds, his warm touch searing into my skin, and then, as quickly as he was there, he was gone. The heat from his touch was gone. I turned around. He hadn’t gone far; he was leaning against the other counter across from me, intensely watching me. I looked into his eyes and caught a glimpse of what I was sure was want.

At first, the look scared me a little because, well, this was Drew. He then stepped closer to me, the closeness of his body making my nipples harden. I watched his eyes leave mine and look down at my lips, the silence around us almost deafening. I was almost sure he was going to lean in and kiss me, but the sound of the house settling caused him to back away.

Without saying a word, he left the kitchen and made his way back upstairs to his bedroom, leaving me alone in the dim light of the kitchen.


Author Bio:

S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs.

An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born.

When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors on her e-reader. Her favorite authors include Kendall Ryan, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, Lauren Blakely, Alessandra Torre and Willow Winters.

In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.

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Cover Reveal ~ Building Bridges by Lia Fairchild

Title: Building Bridges
Author: Lia Fairchild
Series: Bridges Brothers, #1
Publication date: January 16th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


Former soldier Logan Bridges never imagined he would go from serving his country to helping raise a house full of children after a devastating family loss.

Dealing with his rowdy siblings and cousins proves to be almost as treacherous as the battlefields he left behind. And though he’s committed to making it work, he soon finds he’s in over his head.

Until someone from Logan’s past, steps in to help.

Mollie has always been independent, but finds herself growing attached to the family, and Logan, discovering there’s more to life than working and solitude.

Logan and Mollie quickly form a strong bond, and when attraction brings them closer, they agree getting involved wouldn’t be good for the children. But when they both struggle to keep the blurry line of friendship between them, Mollie won’t take that step unless Logan can open up and face his painful past.

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Bestselling author Lia Fairchild writes romance and women’s fiction. Fans of her books praise her endearing, real characters who overcome their flaws to become their own heroes.

Fairchild is addicted to the warmth of Southern California and holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism and a multiple-subject teaching credential. She is a wife and mother of two teenagers.

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Blitz · Contemporary · Giveaway · New Adult · Romance

Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Just Alex by Angela Flowers

Title: Just Alex
Author: Angela Flowers
Publication date: November 15th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


Xander Stone is one of the hottest popstars in the world. His songs are on every radio station. His face graces the cover of every top magazine, especially the tabloids.

Everyone adores him.

Except me.

I hate him.

Xander Stone took away the one person I care about more than anything. My best friend.

Oh, and the real kicker? Xander Stone is my best friend. At least he was at one time. Back when he was just Alex.

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The lights faded again and screaming of epic proportions ensued, shaking the entire arena as a silhouetted figure stepped on stage.. The lights snapped on and there he was. For a split second, I saw my Alex, then his lips curved into his trademark Xander smile, the music started, and he began to sing. My eyes followed him as memories of the boy he used to be saturated my mind, drowning me in a sea of grief all over again.

“He’s brilliant, isn’t he?” Lena asked.

Unable to drag my eyes from the stage, I nodded. He really was. I should be happy for him, and I wanted to be, but I couldn’t stop the sadness from overshadowing it all.

I missed my friend.

Don’t get me wrong, I was proud of his success. I’d always known he was meant to be more — famous even. Hell, I’d been his number one supporter, yet I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some resentment. I missed my friend and hated that Xander Stone had taken him away from me.

All around me people cheered, danced, and screamed Xander’s name, driving home the painful truth. Our lives were dramatically different now. He was a famous singer living on the road, visiting a different city or country each night, and I was a simple college student sharing an apartment with my roommate. He went to elaborate parties where people sipped expensive champagne from crystal flutes, while I attended the occasional campus party where people drank cheap beer and vodka from plastic cups.

Choking back a sob, I excused myself before blindly making my way out onto the main concourse, where I leaned back against the cement wall. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. When I opened them again, I spotted a merchandise kiosk and found myself taunted by Xander Stone’s face on tee shirts, hats, and hoodies.


I turned to Drew, who was now standing beside me.

“Hey,” I croaked.

“You okay?” he asked as his sea-green eyes searched my face.

“Not really.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Then how about a drink?” He took my hand and led me to the nearest vendor.

I took the soda he held out to me and took a long sip, letting the cool liquid soothe my aching throat.

“So,” he said casually, “what do you think of our boy? He’s come a long way, hasn’t he?”

Forcing a smile, I said, “He was born for this but we always knew that.”

“It’s still surreal isn’t it?” He glanced at me as we stopped in front of the black curtain separating us from the rest of the arena. “Lena will get a kick out of partying with the guys after the show, you know. Talk about a dream birthday celebration.”

Nodding, I shuffled my feet as the need to move became too much.

He was right; Lena would have a blast. Plus, I knew he was excited about spending time with Alex even though the two of them still talked on a regular basis.

When I’d first found out that I was the only one Alex seemed to have forgotten about I’d been hurt, but I’d gotten over it when it became clear that a ‘regular basis’ meant something completely different to guys. Apparently, a short text every couple of months was enough for them to keep their friendship intact.

“Hey, it’s going to be fine,” Drew said. “You can do this. Even though he’s famous now, he’ll always be just Alex to us.”

That was where he was wrong. Alex was never going to be ‘just Alex’ again.


Author Bio:

Angela Flowers is an Indie Author who lives in Virginia with her husband, two sons, and three dogs. Her love for writing began when she was a child. If she wasn’t curled up with a book somewhere, she was crafting her own stories with pen and paper. She followed her passion through college, where she earned a BA in Creative Writing.

When she isn’t writing or homeschooling her two boys, she enjoys reading, listening to music, watching TV and spending time with her family.

Angela’s first book, Silver Linings, was published in February 2015. The second installment, Catch Perfect was also released in 2015, followed by Masquerade in 2016 and Fool’s Paradise in 2019.

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Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Begin with Me by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Title: Begin with Me
Author: Claudia Y. Burgoa
Series: Chaotic Love #1
Publication date: July 24th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


From the outside, Abby’s life looks like a fairytale.

Loving family, wealthy lifestyle, education at a prestigious university. The truth? She’s barely managing to survive. Few know the nightmare she lived before she was adopted. And no one knows the secret agony that still haunts her nightmares.

With a degree from Berkeley, she could have gone anywhere, but she’s back in Colorado. Not for a fresh start—fresh starts are only an illusion—but for Wes Ahern. Her protector, who throws around words like “therapy” and “talk to me.” Her brother in every way but blood. The one man she wishes could be so much more.

Maybe, just this once, she can stop running from her demons.

But does she dare let Wes see inside the darkest closets of her pain…or will love be the biggest mistake of her life?

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I can pinpoint the moment when Abigail Lyons lost her optimism. It was the day her grandmother died. That’s when I began to talk about myself in third person, imagining the worst that could happen and learning to dissociate when my brain couldn’t handle the input.

It was the same day I stopped laughing with ease and speaking my mind confidently. At sixteen though, that’s when I went quiet for good. The day I lost all hope, became swallowed by loneliness—leaving nothing more than a scared bundle of nerves who wanted to jump out of her own skin. At twenty-three not much has changed. But I try to hide my flaws and fears. Somedays I’m brave enough to fight against my mind to conquer the latter. Other days, I’m not so lucky.

Like my fear of flying with a bunch of strangers. As the plane takes off, I close my eyes, hold onto my bracelet, and count the crystals. I’m not a fan of airplanes. They’re too small, there are too many people on board and anything could happen during the flight. Though, according to my best friend, Wes, the probabilities of dying in a plane crash are one in eleven million. He once explained to me that it’s more likely to be hit by a meteorite, drown in my own bathtub, or get mauled by a bear in Yellowstone than die in a plane crash.

He might be right about those statistics. But logic doesn’t apply to my phobia. Every time a plane takes off, my heart beats faster than a cheetah hunting for her next meal and sweat drips down my back. Honestly, I’m not afraid that the plane will lose altitude or collide with another aircraft. I fear that I’ll crash emotionally during the flight. The question for me isn’t whether or not the pilot loses control. My mind is asking, what if I have a full-blown panic attack in an environment where I don’t have control or any means for emotional release?

When the pilot announces that we’re allowed to turn on our laptops and move around the cabin, I put on my wireless headphones and turn on my music. If I’m lucky, the two glasses of wine I downed before boarding, plus the one I drank before takeoff, might help me sleep during the almost three-hour flight. If I’m asleep, I won’t have to think about the people around me. Or the possibility of him finding me once I’m back in Denver.

My throat tightens at the mere thought of seeing him again. I shut my eyes, squeezing them hard. My body trembles. It’s been so long that he shouldn’t have any effect on me. I count, controlling my breathing. But it’s impossible to calm myself when the images of what happened that night come back. The voices are back too. My heart beats wildly.

Please, God, help me.

Not now.


Author Bio:

Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Colorado, working for a small IT. She has three children and manages a chaotic household of two confused dogs, and a wonderful husband who shares her love of all things geek. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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Dark · Fairy Tales · Fantasy · New Release · Retelling · Review · Romance

Release Day with Review ~ The Truth About Alice by Alta Hensley

Title: The Truth About Alice
Series: Evil Lies Series Standalone
Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2019


The evil lies little girls are told…

I had fallen down a dark and forbidden hole.
A hole where I had two choices in life—to be a breeder, or to be a killer. To create life, or to destroy it.
I had chosen poorly.
Wonderland’s thermostat was all but frozen, leaving two opposing factions, the Pennas and the Cyans, to spread throughout the forbidding tundra of a land forever cast in a dark and deadly ice age, seeking only power and control now that Wonderland had become a frozen ball of ice.
In this frigid and cold hole, I was alone.
Until HE found me.
White Rabbit.
Rabbit was the leader of the Wonderland army, and I was now his captive. Forced to learn the art of submission, as well as the art of war, I became his soldier. From the moment I was captured, I became a mighty warrior amongst a cast of mad men.
But I was HIS.
And Rabbit would do whatever it took to battle my demons as we battled the enemy.
Hidden in the broken, and shattered Wonderland hid a new truth… a happily ever after. It was now my duty to find it.
*This book is a greatly altered and republished version of Dark Feather.

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*Happy Dance*

I read Cinder too, and a review for that will be posted in the next couple days, but let me move onto Alice which I enjoyed way more than Cinder!

Let me just say that this book hit my happy places! It covered everything I wanted to read in a book and didn’t disappoint! Alice is such a strong character and I LOVE LOVE LOVE her and Rabbit together. Just fantastic! I can’t wait to read more of these stories!

* I voluntarily reviewed an Advanced Reader Copy of this book. I was not compensated for my review, and I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed here is my own.*

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USA TODAY Bestselling Author of Hot, Dark and Dirty Romance.

She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.


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Release Day with Excerpt and Giveaway ~ Up For Debate by Devin Sawyer


Title: Up For Debate
Series: Love and Desire #1
Author: Devin Sawyer
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: November 15, 2019


Going to meet your boyfriend’s family should be exciting.
It’s a relationship milestone most girls fawn over, but not
It means coming face to face with my ex that I left high and
dry in the middle of the night almost six years ago.
I wouldn’t call what Lawson and I had a love story, or even
a relationship.
It was tumultuous and frustrating more than it wasn’t.
His lack of respect for me and my background left me bitter
and angry in the end.
Now I’m stuck facing my past, that never got any closure,
and damn it if there aren’t brief moments that I forget why
I went running.
If I let him get too close I know he’ll try to burn me again
I can’t let that happen when I have Reece to lose.
The battle between the two men is a decision I face alone.
One holds my heart, the other holds it hostage.
Sometimes love hands you a choice you never wanted to make.
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“I could date you.” He blurts it like he wants to get it out of his mouth before he can take it back. It’s my turn to laugh at him now. A disbelieving scoff comes from me and I just stare at him in horror.

“No,” I reply “Just, No.”

“Why not? It would work. The girls never bothered Veronica. It’s only because they feel like there’s a position to be filled.”

“They may not have bothered her, but I’m sure that didn’t stop them from still being up your ass. Plus you don’t want that. You don’t want a relationship.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Farah.” For the first time he sounds irritated with me, or maybe just this conversation.

“I don’t need you to do me any favors,” I tell him bluntly.

“God-damn, I’m not doing you a ‘favor’. I’m trying to do myself one, I’m not ready to let go of you just yet. I want more time with you and if that means we are dating, exclusively, then so be it.” He’s breathing heavy, like saying that took a lot out of him. I just stare back, trying to read into what he’s doing. Is this reverse psychology?

He stalks towards me, slowly, hesitantly and he reaches out for my hand by my side.

“All I can think about is being near you. Just let me have that.” His eyes are sincere, and I get the feeling he isn’t allowed to feel this vulnerable very often. I nod to him.

“Okay.” Why did I say that? I didn’t mean okay. I meant ‘no, not in this lifetime.’ I meant ‘go find some other poor soul to suck the life out of.’ He’s practically a dementor.

A smile lifts to one side of his face. “Okay.” His other hand lifts to my chin and he pulls my own mouth to his. His tongue finds my own and it’s warm and inviting. His touch feels like magic that I didn’t know I needed.

Author Bio

Devin Sawyer is a contemporary romance writer who enjoys a
bit of dirty humor. If you have a dirty joke, she’s the first one that
wants to hear it. She grew up in a small Texas Town called Comfort and still
enjoys quiet country towns. She started out writing at a young age with moody,
depressing, poetry—mostly about unrequited teenage loves. But enough about the
dark times.. Now Devin prefers to write witty romantic comedies with hard
hitting issues Devin has a master’s in Social work and is independently
licensed as a therapist. She finds reading and writing a pleasant escape from
real world stressors. Her favorite reads are forbidden love stories.
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Adult · Blitz · Giveaway · Historical · New Release · Romance

Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway ~ A Whole New Duke by Samantha Holt

Title: A Whole New Duke
Author: Samantha Holt
Publication date: November 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance


The Dark Duke they call him.

And he certainly matches up to his name. From his looks to his constantly furrowed brow, Miss Beatrice Edgerton is under no illusions as to the status of their arranged marriage.

It will be very much one of convenience. With him conveniently providing the title her family so desperately wants and her family bringing in plenty of money for his dilapidated home. She is simply grateful he is younger than her first husband.

Lord Morton, Duke of Hartwich, is only a little perturbed by the vibrant Beatrice. After all, he sets her straight from the very first day of their marriage—this is one of mutual benefit. In one way only. She can expect no affection or romance from him.

Because, frankly, he is incapable of such things. Being a one-legged duke with a slightly dark past brings enough challenges without him having to worry about a wife too. His days of concern for anyone are long gone.

Unfortunately, It is not only the duke’s dark demeanor she has to deal with. Someone is trying to cause trouble for them but they cannot fathom who or why.

Grace is determined to make the best of the situation, even whilst spending Christmas with the duke alone in the eerie Hartwich Hall. Why, perhaps she might even be able to change the duke’s mind about their relationship.

Especially after they share a fiery kiss…or three…

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Straightening her shoulders, Bea marched toward Adam. She kept her chin lifted and her gaze set upon her target. Nothing was going to dissuade her today. After all, she had spent too many days watching him ride in the crisp morning air with a pang of jealousy. It was high time she learned to ride too.

And her husband was going to teach her whether he liked it or not.

He glanced her way and she saw his shoulders stiffen. He said something to the groom, who retreated into the shadows of the stable block, leaving them alone in the bitter morning. If it did not snow by Christmas, Bea would be surprised indeed.

Most mornings, a hard frost lay upon the ground, lit by bright, misty sunshine. All it needed was a little warmth in the air and snow would be upon them. She was rather looking forward to seeing what Hartwich Hall looked like in the snow. Would it appear more attractive? Less harsh and ancient?

“What can I do for you, Bea?”

She met his gaze firmly and squared her posture as though readying herself for a fight. Which it would likely be. Though they had managed not to argue since the night they shared a bed, it was only a matter of time, and she doubted he would be excited about sparing the time to teach her.

However, she was a duchess, and it seemed correct that she should know how to ride. Not to mention, she envied his freedom. Whilst she enjoyed a good walk—especially now she knew where she was going—the speed and excitement of riding seemed enthralling. She had been deliberately getting to know the horses to overcome any lingering fears just so she could ask Adam this…

“I would like to learn to ride.”

The corners of his lips curved. “You do not even like horses, Bea.”

She scowled at this. “I did not like horses. I do now that Persephone and I have bonded. And I wish to learn how to ride. I think you should teach me.”

He shook his head. “No.” He turned on his heel and marched over to the water pump, setting a bucket underneath it.

“No?” she repeated, hastening after him. “What sort of an answer is that?”

He spared her a quick glance as he began to pump. “A negative one, I believe.”

She exhaled. “I think it proper that I should learn.”

“Many women do not ride. I think it quite proper that you do not.” Adam worked the pump vigorously, drawing her attention to the muscles in his arms as they flexed against the pale white of his shirt.

A tiny shiver ran through her while she recalled that very arm being wrapped around her the other night when she had been so cold. Sometimes, she could swear her husband was two different men. The one who was determined to ignore and frustrate her at every turn and the gentleman who could be soft and even kind at times. For all his frustration with her, at least she was damn well predictable.

Forcing her gaze away, she propped her hands on her hips. She could not allow him to distract her. “If you do not teach me, I shall find someone else who will.”

He shook his head again. “No one will teach you, be assured of that.”

“Because you will tell them not to? Because you will threaten their jobs?”

He smiled. “Precisely.”

“You are…just…just awful sometimes.”

He hefted up the bucket. “Don’t I know it.”

Bea followed him as he took the bucket into the stable block and poured it out into a trough. “It would be simple enough to teach me, surely? Just think, if I can ride, I will not have to plague you so much.”

“A welcome prospect indeed but you are not riding, Bea, and that is final.”

He moved past her and out of the building as though she did not exist. She followed him out to the water pump again. “You cannot dictate what I do, Adam.”

“I am your husband. I can do precisely that,” he said.

“I shall learn, one way or another. I shall just climb up on a horse and hope for the best.”

His jaw tensed and dropped the bucket to the floor and faced her fully. “You damn well will not.”

“I absolutely will.”


Author Bio:

USA Today Bestselling author Samantha Holt lives in a small village in England with her twin girls and a dachshund called Duke. If you’re not sure where to start why not try…

Amelia and the Viscount (Bluestocking Brides #1) for a fun, slightly hot shorter length read. Meet the Chadwick sisters and follow their adventures in each of their standalone stories.

You’re the Rogue That I Want (Rogues of Redmere #1) is a longer read with heat, witty dialogue, a feisty heroine and adventure. All books in the series are standalone.

Sinful Confessions is the first in the Cynfell Brothers Series. These are all novella length and standalone–ideal for a quick dip into the world of the sexy Cynfell brothers.

Wake Me With a Kiss is a sweet, fairytale romance. Twists on Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella are also available if you love a clean, fun read.

To Steal a Highlander’s Heart is a full length dive into the world of sexy highlanders. For those who love braw Scots, some steamy scenes, and medieval romance, this series is a perfect escape.

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