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One Wild Ride

The second sexy, stand-alone romance from bestselling authors A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea…

Coming October 22nd

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SERIES: A Hollywood Chronicles Stand-Alone Novel


Hello, my loves!! I am so excited to present to you the GORGEOUS, SEXY-AS-SIN ONE WILD RIDE cover!!!! Um, seriously, I love this cover and I LOVE THIS STORY! There was something so outrageously fun about writing these two characters: Kas, the over-the-top, flirty model/aspiring actor, and Elle, the girl who wants nothing to do with show-biz! Their chemistry was BOOM, and I loved every second of writing this with Rebecca Shea! You guys are going to FALL SO HARD for this one! Check out the deets!!!


The next sexy Hollywood Chronicles stand-alone novel from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
Elle Ward, daughter of Hollywood’s hottest director, has sworn off actors for life.
She knows their games and she refuses to play them.
That is until the day she collides with one of LA’s most promising actors.
Kas Cowen isn’t looking for love until it literally runs him down.
One look at Elle and he’s hooked.
He crashes into her life and flips it upside down.
Now he has to convince Elle he’s more than just a pretty face.
Little did they know they were up for one wild ride . . .

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 A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea are bestselling authors residing in  Arizona. After being writing partners for five years, it only made sense that they’d put their  minds together to bring their readers something fun, flirty, and sexy.

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REVIEW & EXCERPT ~ FAUX PAS by Natasha Madison

We are delighted to share Natasha Madison’s all-new contemporary romance, FAUX PAS


Five days in Paris sounded like a great idea for three friends. Especially when amazing wine was in play.

It didn’t matter that our rented “apartment” only had one bed, and barely enough space to breathe, we were in Paris and our motto was c’est la vie.

Nothing would faze us, not even the rude waiter at the first restaurant we went to, or the insanely hot manger who was insulted when a bottle of wine was returned.

Nothing could bring me down or knock me off my path to the best vacation of my life.


I had six days in Paris and then I’d go back to my wine vineyard. It was smooth sailing, until three “americans” came into the restaurant and returned my newest full bodied, savory creation.

I ignored her until she stormed out of the restaurant looking for a taxi at one in the morning. I couldn’t leave her wandering around the streets of Paris, could I?

I’d give her a ride, make sure she was safe, and my duty would be done. Except, was it?

Something about her pulled me.

This could be a vacation fling. After all, there is no real reason for her to know my interesting secret.

I’m France’s most eligible bachelor.

This faux pair is almost a faux pas…



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Drinking too much and spending time with good friends never ended with such mixed emotions. Meghan, Kate, and Diana drink too much wine and subsequently end up on a flight to Paris. Five days in the capital of France, full of sightseeing, eating, and drinking; what could possibly go wrong? Queue the most hilarious introduction of a love interest I have read in such a long time.

Alex got under my skin so very early on. He’s constantly popping up whenever Meghan is out with the girls and is both dreamy, stalkerish and has charm, wit and personality. Everything a hot-blooded woman needs to purr. His inability to stay behind the line is endearing and truly swoon-worthy. He has secrets; secrets he is trying to keep hidden. Add to this the fact he knows he should be keeping his head down and just can’t, well he comes across as mysterious. I couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He knows no bounds.

“The only thing I’m sure of is that if I don’t do this, I’ll regret it the rest of my life.” 

Meghan is an angel. She loves completely and defends without question. Her friends will always keep her safe. Their interactions were the pinnacle points of hilarity and joy. They just wanted to enjoy their vacation and quite possibly consume their weight in food and alcohol. It’s refreshing to read of women who do exercise but also actually eat something other than a salad. There is a large amount of French in this book, which is translated to English straight after, this can be distracting but the story is worth bearing with.

And this is when I get into my most favorite part of any book. Yup, the sex! The scenes scorched my kindle and increased my heart rate. Hot and intense does not even cover what I read in these scenes.

“I never could picture what my wife would look like, but today, with everyone there celebrating, I finally had a picture in my head, and it was you.” 

The story was driven by the limited time-frame the girls had. We all knew that at the end of their trip they would be going back to Canada. They squeezed as many experiences into their time there as they could. Inevitably, Faux Pas hits the rocky part of the tale. Untold stories and secrets are revealed and when Alex and Meghan are tested to their limits. Do they overcome this dilemma and find a way to repair the trust? Can they find a way to make a relationship work considering their distances? Check this little gem out and you’ll find out for yourselves.


He makes his way through the tables, straight to ours. “quel est le problème?” What is the problem, his voice comes out gruff, the smell of his musk hitting my nose.

“Le vin n’est pas bon,” The wine isn’t good, I start saying, and I look at his eyes that look almost black. I’m not sure if it’s his natural color, or if the restaurant is dimmer now than before, or maybe it’s just his form blocking the lights. “il a un goût de vinaigre.” It tastes like vinegar, and I’m not sure it was the right thing to say or not. He stares at me, not saying a word. “Taste it.” I give up on my French and switch to English. “You’ll see.”

I’m waiting for him to say something back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns around and walks away from the table, going into the back. “What the fuck just happened?” Diana says in a whisper. We all turn to see where he went, checking to see if he is going to storm back in.

“She insulted his wine,” Kate says, leaning in and speaking softly.

I throw my hands in the air. “It was shit,” I say louder than I wanted to. “You guys said it yourself.” Looking around, I see that a couple of the tables are looking at us, but the majority of the tables are deep in their own conversations and not paying attention.

We don’t say anything else when we see the waiter come back with a new bottle in one hand and a new wine glass in the other. He uncorks the wine, then pours a touch in and waits for me to taste it. I don’t say anything to him; I just nod my head, and he puts the bottle in the middle of the table. “I guess I will pour the wine,” Kate says, picking up the bottle and pouring it in everyone’s glass. I pick up the glass of wine and bring it to my lips. The cold glass is resting on my lips when I feel someone staring at me. I look down and take a sip, then look around, and I guess it’s just me because no one is looking in my direction.

By the time we finish dinner, we’ve drunk two more bottles. and everyone is laughing and having a great time. The food was amazing. “We need a taxi,” I say. Getting up, I grab my jacket, shrugging it on.

“I think we can walk to the corner that way,” Diana says, pointing at the sky, “and flag one down.”

“If we go that way,” Kate says, pointing at the sky, “we need to call NASA.” We all laugh out loud while the waiter comes to take the bill from us.

“Merci.” We smile at him as he walks away, still not saying a word.

“Yes, thank you for my glass of ice cubes that you only brought me one of even though I asked for seven,” Kate says, laughing while trying to whisper. “And thank you for pouring our wine.”

“Okay, let’s go,” I say, walking to the front door.

“I’m going to ask him for a taxi,” Kate says, going to the waiter who stands at the hostess counter and asking him for a cab.

I watch from the front door as Diana stands behind her while I look in my bag and pull out my lip gloss.

“Pardon.” I hear Kate say loudly, and I look up.

“Vous pensez qu’après tout ce que vous avez fait ce soir vous méritez que je vous appelle un taxi ?” I stand here with my mouth open in shock when he answered her. Do you think after everything you did to me tonight that you deserve that I call you a taxi?

Kate starts. “What did I do? Expect you to do your job?” she says, and Diana grabs her arm, pulling her to the front door.

“Did he just say …?” I ask her when we are standing outside in front of the restaurant, the wind blowing my hair in front of my face. I turn my head, making it fly back the other way.

“So it’s safe to say,” Diana starts with a laugh, “we aren’t coming back to this restaurant.”

“Take a picture of it, and tomorrow we can go on Yelp and leave a bad review,” Kate says, grabbing her phone from her pocket.

“Let’s just go,” I say, and the three of us look around at the desolate street.

“What time is it?” I ask and take out my phone. “Shit, it’s one a.m.”

“Yeah,” Diana says. We look right down the dark street and see some traffic coming from up ahead. “We should walk to that street and flag down a taxi.”

We all nod and start walking with Kate in the middle. “He was such an ass,” Kate says, “and the boss or manager was an even bigger ass.”
“Seriously,” I say, turning to them. “It’s like it was my fault his wine was shit,” I say, and then we all stop when a white four-door Audi stops next to us, surprising us.

“Get in.” The voice sounds familiar, but the street is so dark it doesn’t help. I lean in a bit to see his face, and I’m shocked when I see it’s the manager from the restaurant.



When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…







WHEN FOREVER CHANGES by Siobhan Davis is now available!

When Forever Changes, an all-new emotional, angsty, new adult romance from USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis is LIVE!



Looking back, I should have seen the signs. Perhaps I did, but I subconsciously chose to ignore them.

From the time I was ten, when I first met Dylan, I knew he was my forever guy. Back then, I couldn’t put words to what I was feeling, but, as the years progressed, I came to recognize it for what it was—soul-deep love. The kind only very few people ever get to experience. Dylan was more than just my best friend, my childhood sweetheart, my lover.

He was my soulmate.

We were carved from the same whole—destined to be together forever.

Until he changed.

And I believed I was no longer good enough.

Until he shattered me so completely, it felt like I ceased to exist.

And I’d never experienced such heart-crushing pain.

Until he leveled me a second time, and I truly wanted to die.

But I had to stay strong because I wasn’t alone in this cruel twist of fate.

I look to the sky, pleading with the stars, begging someone to tell me what I should do because I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know how to cope when my forever has changed, and I can’t help wondering if I had seen the signs earlier, if I’d pushed him, would it have been enough to save us?

Or had fate already decided to alter our forever?

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This is a friends-to-lovers/second chance romance that is loaded with angst in every page. The book’s main characters: Dylan, Gabby and Slater’s relationship is a wild rollercoaster ride of young love, agony and hope it will make you weep.

Gabby is the youngest child and the only daughter of a very close knit loving family. She has three older brothers but Ryan is the closest to her age and he is the most protective of her. A nursing student in her sophomore year and living the life with her best friend and true love she’s got the world in her hands but will it last?

Dylan is a techie genius and developed an app which earned him a lot of money at a young age. He grew up with Gabby and they have been best friends since they were ten years old. He was Gabby’s best friend first and a faithful boyfriend second to none. Or so it seems.

Slater is the “adopted” member of Gabby’s family when he lost his mother to illness. He is Ryan’s best friend and also grew up side by side with the rest of Gabby’s siblings.

“When he gives his heart, he gives it completely. His love lifted me up when I couldn’t find my feet. His love propelled me forward when I couldn’t find the strength to go on. Time and time again, he shoved his own feelings and needs aside in favor of mine.”

When you come across a seemingly ideal relationship in a book, you know that there is going to be a catch when everything is rainbows and unicorns. Dylan and Gabby’s perfect bubble burst halfway through the book when she heard some rumours. I must admit I couldn’t connect with Dylan’s character, his one-eighty degree turn although somewhat justified in the latter part of the book, showed a flawed persona. Even when everything came to light, I was still not a hundred percent convinced he was the right guy for Gabby just because he messed up. Slater as the other protagonist in the story is a solid character who will draw the reader’s sympathy but some of his decisions I considered weak. The author conveniently took out one protagonist that paved the way for the other two to have their happy ending. The twist in this story is seamlessly put together. It’s like watching the pieces of a puzzle slot together but also makes it predictable. I wish the author had weaved a more unconventional twist to the plot that would have made this book more interesting for me. If the author aimed to write a very angsty romance which will make you ugly cry, then this is the one for you. Unfortunately, I’m probably one of the jaded ones who has read more than a few similar plots but all in all, it’s a good read.

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A throat clearing alerts me to my brother’s presence. My eyes fly to the door, and Ryan is there, lounging against the wall, gaze narrowed as he watches us.
“Morning,” I croak, wincing at how hoarse my voice sounds.
“What the hell’s going on, Gabby? And why is Slate in your bed?”
“Technically, he’s not,” I say, unsuccessfully attempting to extricate myself from his grip.“He’s on top of my bed.”
At that moment, Slater, very unhelpfully, decides to nuzzle into my neck. A satisfied moan slips from his lips, and he blatantly inhales, rubbing his nose in my hair. “Mmm,you smell good,” he murmurs in a sleep-laced tone, pressing his morning wood against my ass. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my mouth in time, and Ryan turns a very unflattering shade of red. If his jaw clenches any tighter, he’ll give himself lockjaw.
“This is not what it looks like,” I rush to assure him before he loses it.“And nothing happened, so there’s no need to go apeshit on Slate.”
“Someone better start explaining,” Ryan grumbles, and Slater stills behind me, slowly coming to.
“Ryan, dude. Stop freaking out,” Slater says after a tense minute of silence, his voice drenched with sleep.“I was only consoling Belle. That’s it. No need to look at me like you want to rip my head from my body.”
“That’s not the only part of your anatomy I’d like to dismantle right now,” my brother growls, slanting thunderous looks in Slater’s direction.
“Seriously, chill, bro.” Slater scoots away from me, and I instantly feel cold. I lie flat on my back as he swings his legs out the other side of the bed. Resting his elbows on his knees, he yawns. Thank God, he’s wearing a tank and sweats and that he’s hiding the evidence of his arousal until he’s gotten himself under control. The last thing I need is Ryan jumping to conclusions.


About Siobhan

USA Today bestselling author Siobhan Davis writes emotionally intense young adult and new adult romantic fiction with swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She is the author of the international bestselling Kennedy Boys, Saven, and True Calling series’.

Siobhan’s family will tell you she’s a little bit obsessive when it comes to reading and writing, and they aren’t wrong. She can rarely be found without her trusty Kindle, a paperback book, or her laptop somewhere close at hand.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management.

She resides in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.

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KAZNACHEI’S PAIN by V.F. Mason is now available!

We are delighted to share V.F Mason’s all-new romantic thriller, Kaznachei’s Pain

KaznacheiA long time ago, life was nothing but never-ending suffering.

The brotherhood welcomed me with open arms, giving me a chance even though I hated everything about it.

For years I lived on the edge of desperation, seeking solace in things that never gave me peace.

Until she showed up, changing everything…and demanding it all.

A beautiful yet stubborn FBI agent who made me crazy with every breath she took.

Unfortunately, her presence awakened the evils of my past that would not rest until they destroyed what I held dear to my heart.


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Oh my word, Melissa and Yuri’s story almost wrecked me and I loved it! A heads-up for readers, this is the author’s fifth book in the Bratva and Cosa Nostra series and can be read as a standalone.

Yuri was a teenage runaway when he was found by the Bratva and raised him as one of their own. They knew his background, his potential and embraced him into the fold providing protection, giving him a family, he thought he got away from his past. His grim history will eventually catch up with him and his loved ones become collateral damage.

Melissa is an FBI agent and got embroiled in Yuri’s world. Her lackluster persona isn’t what she really is inside, it is a facade; she has her own share of dangerous secrets and falling in love with Yuri will end her. Is it worth it?

Yuri and Melissa’s love story felt like it was doomed right from the start but surely there must be a tiny sliver of light for their future? This book told in dual points of view and alternating in the past and present is such an amazing read. When you open the first page you hit the ground running and just when you thought you have it all sussed out the author pulls the rug out of your feet halfway through. She pulls you in deeper into the story with her words, tugs a little bit more and then you fall out of your seat.

There are so many twists and turns and is so fast-paced that reading this book will leave your heart pumping and your fingernails chewed to bits. The other Bratva brothers play a big part in this book and are as memorable as the main protagonists it makes me want to read their stories too. A dark and action-packed mafia romance, this book is a welcome change from my usual fluffy book choices these past few weeks. This is a well-written story with just enough technical details to grab your attention and totally unputdownable. Have your household chores put on hold, your mobile phone on silent mode and your feet up, enjoy a few hours of adrenaline-filled action. There are no rainbows and unicorns in this book, it’s all hearts and guns, baby!

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V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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t l sWAN’S red-hot CONTEMPORARY romance, Gym Junkie is now available




We’ve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we can’t have.

Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork he’s there.
Every night like clockwork I’m ready.

I’m not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and
he’s exactly the kind of man that does.

He’s as sexy AF.
Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.

And when he turns up at my work

My worst f**king nightmare.



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I am in love with all things T.L Swan.There, I’ve said it. It’s only recently that I have discovered this author and I’m so glad that I did. And I cannot tell you how excited I was to read this book.

It’s all starts with Tully Scott. Blonde, beautiful, who walks with such an air of confidence men can’t help but turn their heads and watch her float past. She’s been with her boyfriend Simon since she was 15. He wants to get married and settle down and Tully is feeling discontent and restless. Life is passing her by and she wants to do so much more with it.

Brock Marx is gorgeously hot with a filthy mouth and the women seem to flock to him like bees to a honey pot. He has his own company which specialises in security and private investigations  whose clientele include foreign governments and the wealthy with plenty of money in the bank. He maintains his luscious physique by working out at the gym regularly and this is where Tully and Brock’s story begins.

Neither one was looking for a serious relationship. Tully had Simon even though they were “on a break”. And Brock was under no illusions that he could ever be faithful to just one woman. He preferred the casual hook ups that comes with no complications. But, and here’s the big but, neither Tully or Brock could ignore the instant sexual attraction they felt for each other, no matter how hard they tried. So, the big question is, will she or won’t she? Will she embark on a relationship with Brock or go back to good ol’ reliable Simon? Will it be contentment or excitement. I know which one I would go for. Do you?

What I loved about this story was the twist the author had incorporated into this book. It wasn’t all about hot sex, love and romance. We had a murder mystery. I bet now you’re really intrigued! 

I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend this book to my friends and fellow book lovers. The storyline grabs you. It’s well-written, the story flowed throughout and I didn’t want it to end. Congratulations T.L Swan on another superb piece of writing. I look forward to reading your next book.


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I swipe my key through the door scanner. It’s 9:35 p.m and I’m late. After not wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in the shower, I’m finally here.
I’m not really sure why, but what the hell. It can’t hurt, I suppose.
I walk into the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back, plus a girl on the treadmill.
Great. He’s not even here.
All that over-analysing for nothing
Damn it.
After making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin to walk faster. I suppose I’ll have to actually work out then. What an anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesn’t even show up.
Fucking typical.
All men piss me off.
Oh well, it’s his loss.
Turning up the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up into the mirror, I see him. There he is. He’s sitting on the weights bench in the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. He’s wearing a white T-shirt and navy sports shorts.
My stomach dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending to be uninterested.
God, he’s so….
He’s probably just a prop in this place. That’s what I would do if I owned a gym: pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business sense, that’s for sure.
I run for fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he would look away because I’m dying over here. I can’t run for this long naturally. I’m totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and skin my knee to the bone.
One man finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing as me.
Buzz off, woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
I stop running and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel, grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
Brock’s eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
Shit. My heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over to me.
“Hello,” he purrs.
I smile goofily. “Hi.” Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t even pretend to be cool.
He puts his hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says.
My eyes hold his as my stomach flips. “Y-you have?” I pant.
He nods slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.
“What were you thinking about?” I ask.
“I was thinking that I need to talk to you in private.”
God, is he for real? “Is that so?” I look around the empty gym. “Is that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?”
“Well, I didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in the bathroom.”
“Talking?” I smirk. “Is that what you call it?”
He smiles sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Don’t smile at me like that.
“Yes.” He pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. “It was a very stimulating conversation.”
I smile as I continue to walk.
“For some more than others,” he adds.
Unable to help it, I laugh. “Yes, it was a very stimulating conversation that we had the other night.”
His eyes hold mine. “Did you enjoy it?”
What’s it going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Sink or swim.
“I did.” Our eyes are locked. “Very much, actually.”
Oh, this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm, his eyes following his touch. “I have something else to tell you.”
I act surprised. “You do?”
“I do.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you here, Pocket.” His eyes rise to my lips.
“Why not?” I feel the burn of his gaze.
“It’s private.”
He takes his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch. “So, where do you want to tell me this private information?” I ask as I play along.
“We should probably talk where we talked last time.” He rolls his lips to hide his smile, he likes this game.
“Really?” I widen my eyes.
He nods slowly. “Really.”
I continue to walk on the treadmill.
“So, I’m going to go into the discussion room now.”
“The discussion room?” I widen my eyes and laugh. “You are something else.”
“I know,” he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his direction.
There’s a camera…
“I’m going to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.”
“But, they’ll see us?” I whisper.
“No, they won’t. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, the tapes won’t be looked at. Not unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
“Oh.” I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that it’s not even funny.
I’ll just go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom. My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs through me.
Am I?
I hit stop on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I go? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
Oh, dear God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Brock!” I frown as I stare at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
I glance back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. “Taking a shower, what does it look like?”
“You’re incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”
“Why?” He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. “Taking a shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our conversation.”
“You want to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick hanging out.”
He looks down at himself, and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
I glance down again. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I haven’t seen many, but I’m still sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident, I don’t even have words to describe him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
Brock continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up, too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.
“Why?” he asks.
I frown. “Because… because…” I look around as I search for the right choice of words. “It’s the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when I’m not.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not.”
“If it makes you feel more comfortable, I am completely fine with you taking your clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “You know, for our discussion.”
I smirk. Of all the hide. “You’re an idiot.”
He smiles that sexy smile again, and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I prefer to think I’m just honest.”
“How is this being honest?”
“Well.” He pauses as a moment as he soaps his groin up again.
“Will you stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on keeping my eyes focused on his face.
“Big dicks don’t lie,” he says, raising his brow.
I stare at him, completely lost for words, even though I really want to howl with laughter. “You did not just say that?”


Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends.
Writing is her passion.

Books by T L Swan

Stanton Adore
Stanton Unconditional
Stanton Completely
Stanton Bliss
Find Me Alastar
Play Along
Dr. Stanton
Dr. Stantons The Epilogue
Marx Girl
Mr. Masters


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