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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)

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I can’t decide if my new summer tenant—a devastatingly handsome hockey player and single dad—is the answer to my problems or the start of a new one.

When big-city developers threaten to buy up my small town, I need to save the rental cottage next door from demolition. I have a plan . . . until Daniel Sutton checks in.

Six-four, a face chiseled by the gods, and a body built by a career on the ice, I’m knocked sideways. He’s charming with me and adorable with his son. And when we touch, it’s electric.

But two things change everything. The pipes break in the cottage, and his agent calls. Before I can stop myself, I’m offering him a place to stay, and Daniel is offering me the answer to my problems. He’ll buy the cottage for me if I help him clean up his reputation.

Sounds simple enough. But when I start to fall in love with him, even though I know he’s leaving in a few months, it’s suddenly more complicated than ever.

I’m willing to take a chance on us and pour my heart into a letter. But with him skating on thin ice, he’s going to have to sacrifice something—me or his career.

I just hope XOXO, Summer isn’t the last thing I ever get to say to him

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PROLOGUE

FAITH SEASON

TWELVE SUMMERS AGO . . .

“Shh,” I whisper, pressing my finger to my lips. I’m met with an array of giggles—my favorite sound in the world. My four girls.

The quilt topples over my forehead until I push up with my hands to see their beaming smiles and eyes bright from the glow of the battery-operated lantern in the middle of our little circle. “You’ll wake your dad.”

Charlie’s wide awake and will want the full rundown when I return to bed, but the girls like to feel like they’re getting away with something, even if it is innocent fun.

Autumn’s red hair trails over her shoulders as she anchors the blanket on the bedpost again to support the fort.

My littlest’s laughter bursts as if it’s too much to contain when Spring scores a match in Go Fish. She’s eight, so it probably is. She’s a lightning strike of a personality, commanding attention even when she’s not demanding it from her sisters. Winter clamps her hand over Spring’s mouth quicker than she gives up the card. “Be quiet, Spring.”

“It’s okay, Winter,” I whisper. “We can still have fun. We just need to keep the volume lowered so Daddy can sleep. He has an early meeting in the morning.”

Spring sticks her tongue out at her older sister and then giggles, quieter this time.

“Do you have a peacock, Mom?” Summer asks. I glance from my cards to my oldest. My sweet Summer with eyes that match the blue skies to her golden sunshine hair. Reaching over, I caress her cheek and laugh. “Go fish.” My kindhearted child smiles, bringing one to my face as well. She’s been my buddy, my sweet girl, and a great helper over the years. She gives up too much of her time, so I hope one day she can find the joy in living life for herself.

I’ve lived my whole life trying to walk a straight line that was never there, trying to blend in since my mom always stood out in this small town. Once I realized I didn’t need to live up to other people’s expectations, I found my own happiness and never looked back.

Looking at my daughter, I’m not sure when my Summer girl started growing up on me, but here she is, all of fourteen and carrying the world on her shoulders. “Hey, you,” I whisper, contorting my face. It takes a nudge of an elbow to finally win a laugh out of her. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. Teenagers are tough to amuse, so I count this as a victory. “I love you.”

“Love you, Mom.”

I whisper, “I want you to always remember that you’re strong in mind and resilient, but that doesn’t mean you have to walk life’s path alone.”

“Who will I walk with?” So sweet and innocent.

“That’s in the hands of destiny. You’ll know when you meet them.” I turn to meet her eyes. “They’ll be the one who is there when you need someone most.”

When I release her, she smiles, and my heart clenches. Time is a fleeting traitor. They’re all growing so fast, faster than the blink of an eye. But I see the young woman she’s trying so hard to become that these moments of frivolous fun feel more precious.

I take my necklace off, the little gold chain with the tiny butterfly, and hold it out. “I want you to have this.”

Her eyes widen as she stares at the small pendant. “But that’s your favorite necklace.”

“That’s why I want you to have it, Summer.” She angles her back to me and sweeps her hair to the side. I clasp it around her neck, and when she turns back, the butterfly lying against her skin, I know I made the right decision. It wasn’t planned, but seeing the genuine smile it brings to her face and the way her eyes turn brighter under a layer of tears makes me glad I did. “Looks beautiful on you.”

She throws her arms around me, burying her forehead into the crook of my neck and causing our fort to topple over. “Thank you, Mama.”

Mama. It fills my heart to hear her say it once more—like she did when she was younger. With the blankets fallen over us, I hug her back. “Take care of it just like you take care of your sisters, okay? Promise?”

“I promise.”

The unexpected moment is broken by another round of giggles from the other girls, who are calling dibs on everything from my measuring spoons to my pearls.

They might not realize it yet, but I’d give them anything they wanted. Family is everything to me, and these four girls are my heart and soul.

CHAPTER 1

SUMMER SKY SEASON

TWELVE SUMMERS LATER . . .

“Are you going to finish your breakfast, Summer?” Two more sausage links roll off Dolly’s red spatula onto my plate before she holds it up with pride. The kitschy café-inspired kitchen is my grandma’s arena. Silicone, metal, and wood cooking utensils are her weapon of choice. If she had her way, like she did having us call her Dolly, I’d be rolling out of here like those links just did.

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Then There Was You Read Online S.L. Scott http://www.wownovels.com/then-there-was-you-read-online-s-l-scott Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:06:10 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/then-there-was-you-read-online-s-l-scott Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Authors: S.L. Scott Advertisement

Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)

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The time is now.

I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to smile, to laugh, and to really live. Until I met him.

Heart-stoppingly handsome.
Totally forbidden.
Keats Matthews looked at me like I was something special.

He was escaping his past. I wanted to escape my present. Together, we fell hard and fast and knew we had found forever. Or so we thought …

Six years later, his shoulders are broader than I remembered, his charming smile thaws my frozen heart, and it’s so tempting to run my fingers through his hair like I did years ago. But it’s the tenderness and warmth in his brown eyes that remind me of the forever we almost shared.

It’s magic when we’re together again. Our chemistry has only magnified. Seeing him, confident and more irresistible than ever, has me falling for him all over again and hoping for a second chance.

But he still believes our timing was off before. He’s wrong. It was the secret I kept hidden that was our undoing. Time hasn’t healed old wounds, and not everything hidden has come to light. When it does, we’ll stand together or fall apart. Either way, we must find out

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PROLOGUE

PRESENT DAY

KEATS MATTHEWS

The weather is as foul as my mood.

I should be home listening to the classics playing through a busted set of speakers, eating ravioli from a can, and wallowing in memories of better times, but Taylor insisted we meet tonight. Breaking my tradition should be a welcome reprieve. Instead, I’m left further annoyed.

It’s hot in here and surprisingly crowded, considering the holiday. I expected to walk into a quiet place to talk, not a bar bustling with partiers. Unwinding the wool from around my neck, I look around to see if I can spot Taylor, hoping a table has already been scored. No such luck. None seems to be available either, so that leads me to wedge myself through the horde to order a beer.

One drink. Maybe two if things go well, and then I’ll return to my apartment to pick up where I left off before I got the call. I take a long pull from the bottle, then lean against the wide wooden top to wait.

“Keats?”

I glance back toward the entrance when I hear my name, but I don’t recognize anyone coming through the door.

“Keats?”

Looking toward the far side of the large room, I see Taylor waving an arm. I nod and start across the room, slipping through a large group taking over the walk space, so I duck around a table. Taylor throws her arms around my neck before I have time to right myself to my full height. “We did it,” she says, holding me tight.

“Did wh—” My breath stops hard in my chest when my gaze lands on a pair of hazel eyes not five feet away from me.

Staring over Taylor’s shoulder, words are lost to thundering heartbeats as blood zips through my veins, making me feel alive for the first time in years. The revelry muted, and Taylor is forgotten entirely, causing me to almost lose my grip on the beer. Every thought and cell in my body is solely focused on her.

Her expression turns from confused to familiar. In her eyes, the browns shift to a brighter green, making me wonder if the past is playing out in her memory, as it is in mine.

The feel of the inlet from the waist to her hip.

Her uncontainable giggle when I told a bad joke in bed.

The freckle on her left hip bone.

For the first time in years, life comes rushing back. Heat colors my cheeks, and my fingers itch to hold her again. I lick my lips, then take a breath as my gaze shifts to the hand covering her perfectly bowed lips. And then I see it.

Emerald cut. Four carats or more, if I’m guessing.

On her left fucking hand.

CHAPTER 1

SIX YEARS EARLIER

KEATS MATTHEWS

“Alright. Alright, Sierra,” I reply, letting annoyance seep into my tone. I’ve been given a talk about that tone before, but damn, I’ve been hustling since I got here four hours ago. Ducking to the side, I avoid a tray of filet mignon heading out to the buffet table. “I’m getting a refill tray.”

“You know the rules, Keats. Get in and get out.” My manager points at the corner of the kitchen. “Grab the tray of micro-Wellingtons from the rack.” The strain in her voice has me moving faster in the chaos of the kitchen.

I scoot around a server headed in the opposite direction and drop my tray onto the marble counter of a kitchen that puts Michelin-starred restaurants to shame.

My stomach rumbles at the scent of savory foods, and I pray there are extra steaks left over for the crew to take home at the end. I roll up my sleeves, focusing on the money I’ll make. Sierra told us our tips might cover a month’s rent. I’ll trade Christmas Eve for getting that bill off my back.

I start chuckling when I retrieve the last tray of micro-Wellingtons. These were called pigs in a blanket when I was growing up. I’m not surprised by the name change. Rumor has it that an invite to this holiday party is the most coveted in Manhattan. The threat from management—not to fuck this up and keep our traps shut with the guests or we’d lose our jobs—gives the rumor weight. Easy enough. Money speaks louder than words.

With a tray in hand, I call, “Heading back out.”

“Take your break after this round,” Sierra says just before I exit the kitchen.

I hold the tray out for guests to take what they want, weaving through the black-tie affair. My tray tips, but I’m quick to save it before it falls as sausage-sized fingers grab two of the hors d’oeuvres. I steady it for the guest, then make eye contact by mistake. An older man with an alcoholic’s red nose glares at me. I remember my dad sharing the same characteristic. Barely remember, considering he didn’t stick around much past me turning six. The man says, “Seems like a simple enough job. Can you manage it?”

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Love and Warner Read Online S.L. Scott http://www.wownovels.com/love-and-warner-read-online-s-l-scott Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:41:12 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/love-and-warner-read-online-s-l-scott Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: S.L. Scott Advertisement

Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)

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All’s fair in love and Warner.
They say all is fair in love and war. Clearly, they haven’t met Warner Landers.

The ruthless billionaire had me begging him to spare my family’s restaurant from a buyout. In response, he shamelessly flirted and walked away wearing a smug smirk.

Karma strikes, literally, when he crosses the street.

Unconscious, he’s rushed to the hospital, and for some unknown reason, I’m swept in right after him as if I know this man—or worse, that I’m married to him.

Am I in too much shock to deny the allegation? Yes.

Am I still using his short-term amnesia to my advantage? Absolutely.

Playing the doting wife to a grumpy CEO won’t be easy, but I’m determined to save my family’s livelihood. I just didn’t expect him to be a changed man after the accident. Far graver (for me), the iciness between us begins to thaw, and our fake marriage starts to feel real, making it easy to forget my mission.

When his memory begins to return, so does the truth. We’re at war, and falling for the enemy wasn’t part of the plan

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CHAPTER 1

Warner Landers

“Are you going to close this deal, or do I need to handle it, Carl?”

The sky has darkened, causing my office to dim with it. The lamp on my desk can’t fight the gray cloud cover sheathing the city outside the floor-to-ceiling office windows. Rain is imminent. I welcome the downpour. It suits my mood.

“I won’t let you down,” he says. “I’ll get it done. Promise.”

“I don’t want your promises. I want the preliminary paperwork on my desk by five on Friday for review. Do you understand?”

“All parties have been notified of the final deadline, sir. I’ll get the paperwork to you for approval and send it out right after,” he replies, though I know he tacks on the sir more in sarcasm than respect. I’m not bothered. I don’t need his respect. He was hired because he closes deals. That’s what I need him to do this time as well. “You’ll have the contract on your desk in two days.”

“See you then.” I hang up and walk the length of my office as if I’ll see something new from a view I’ve stared at for the past four years. The blanket of clouds seeps into the avenues and wraps around the New York skyline in desperation to shield the buildings from me. Nothing is safe in this city. Not if I have a say. Those were the last words my father imparted before his death came too soon, leaving me in charge of his empire.

I’ll do anything to make him proud. Closing the last three deals he couldn’t, will be carried out in his name. The celebration is already planned for Friday night with my mother in attendance. I won’t let anything stop me from honoring his legacy.

The phone on my desk rings, causing me to return to my desk. I hit the speakerphone button to answer my assistant, and ask, “Yes?”

“Ms. Bayetti is on line one for you, Mr. Landers,” Jocelyn replies.

“I don’t know who that is. Please take a message.”

Just as I’m about to disconnect, she adds, “She said it was urgent.”

“Urgent?” I’ve never heard of the woman, and now she has business that requires my immediate attention? Chuckling, though I find no entertainment in the failed attempt to call me out of the blue and discuss matters that surely don’t involve me, I reply, “If I took every call that stated that, I wouldn’t have time to breathe. Take a message, Jocelyn. Thank you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Resting back in the leather chair, I stare at the monitor taking up most of the real estate on my desk and scan the unopened emails. If I scrolled the page, they would keep me here past midnight every night of the week to deal with them. This is the list after Jocelyn cleaned it up. Dropping my head, I rub my index finger and thumb across my brow in an effort to ease some of the tension that’s set up permanent residency there.

When the time came, I was ready to be CEO. I still am, but I thought it would include big ideas, managing projects, and guidance on buyouts to grow the company. I used to sit in on meetings and participate in the growth. But now, menial tasks of reassuring investors in emails and on calls seemed to be my only purpose.

The door opens. “It’s going to rain,” my best friend says as he walks in. He kicks the door closed behind him and goes straight to the couch, where he flops down and props his feet up on my coffee table.

“I appreciate the personalized forecast.” Watching as he settles in like he’s at home, I ask, “What brings you by, Jimmy?” I’ve known the guy since we were in kindergarten. We both grew up in the city, but I was driven home to Park Avenue after school while he took the subway to StuyTown. However, the distance didn’t stop us from meeting up and treating this city like our own playground.

“Got out of a meeting early a block over and thought I’d stop by to visit my best man. What’s going on today?”

“Have some deals closing and too much taskwork. Nothing worth discussing.”

With his arms spread wide across the back of the couch, he says, “The work of a CEO is never done.” His eyes pivot to the windows again. “I was going to see if you wanted to grab a beer, but that cloud cover looks downright vengeful up here.”

At thirty-four, and on the brink of his wedding, it’s not only his life that’s changing but ours. From two of us to three . . . the two of them. Am I losing my best friend? Am I now a third wheel? I don’t genuinely believe that, but deep down, it’s time to accept that change is on the horizon. Feeling nostalgic for the good party days of our college years, I ask, “Since when did we let a little rain stop us?”

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Lessons in Love Read Online S.L. Scott http://www.wownovels.com/lessons-in-love-read-online-s-l-scott Thu, 25 Dec 2025 22:04:01 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/lessons-in-love-read-online-s-l-scott Genre: Alpha Male Authors: S.L. Scott Series: Series by S.L. Scott
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)

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Previously published as Drunk on Male POV, Friends to More Standalone Romance by S.L. Scott.

Lessons in Love by New York Times bestselling author, S.L. Scott, brings the heat and heart this season to your Kindle in this holiday, male POV romance.

I live by two rules.

The simple guidelines prevent me from wasting my time and overly complicating my life. After all, I’m not the kind of guy who settles down. So there’s no sense in getting too close or, even worse, falling in love.

And then the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on walks into my bar looking for lessons in the love department.
What’s the harm in a few “private lessons” with a beautiful and equally sexy pupil? Apparently, a lot. We’ve barely gotten started, and I’m breaking rule number one—keep women at arm’s length—like it never existed.

As for number two? I’m in trouble.

She wants me to teach her how to make a guy fall in love. But now I’m wondering if I’m the one getting schooled or if she’ll ever realize that guy is right in front of her?

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Prologue

Blondes

Vodka soda.

Brunettes.

Rum and Coke.

Redheads.

Amaretto Sour.

Highlights.

Mojito.

Lowlights.

Beer.

Knotted on Top.

Margaritas.

Pulled Back.

Gin and tonic.

Bobs.

Moscow Mules.

Long.

Champagne.

Short.

Tequila shots.

Shoulder-length.

Sex on the Beach.

Chapter One

This story is told from the Hero’s POV.

As a dude, I know too much about women’s hair. But in my line of work, it’s a bonus. I can call it the second I see them. One quick glance and I know a woman sporting bangs and long layers is going to want something strong like they are, but independent and free-spirited like they wish they were. I’d wager on a Whiskey Sour.

No matter what their hairstyle, the one thing all women have in common is sex. Yup, sex. You might say that sounds trite, even obvious, but it’s true. There’s a basic need, a desire that the right cocktail with the right opportunity at the right time can release, making the most put together woman come undone.

Back to me, which is how I like it, that and a good bob on my knob. I’m the owner, Hardy Richard. Hence the name above the door—Hardy’s Hideaway, where cocktails are served alongside a good helping of cock tales. Sure I could have gone for the obvious, but Dick’s was already taken. The owner of that bar a few blocks from here doesn’t even see the irony in his name. I do, and I own every inch of my iron.

Tucked down a street near the Brooklyn Bridge, the Hideaway attracts not just Manhattanites but locals too. The clientele changes often, each night bringing a parade of the lonely, the content, the happy, the sad, the partiers, and the overt. Women in every shape and size frequent my bar looking for a good time with their boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, partners, significant others, regular hook ups, and strangers.

They’re all here for the same reasons—a good time and a great fuck. The Hideaway is happy to provide both. Our customers are left satisfied because we’re more than just bartenders. We’re therapists. We’re life coaches. We’re teachers. We’re lovers. We’re sexual healers. Here, under the dim lights, we’re gods. My team is gifted, leaving our patrons smiling and wanting more. Word of mouth has worked its way around the five boroughs and business is booming. Our motto is threefold. The customer is always right, they always come, and they always come back. Goals we strive for night after night.

We’re not particularly hidden being a corner bar, but once you cross that threshold, this is a place where you get to be who you are when you’re alone, the person you want to be, a better version of yourself. No one here judges. I love watching the transformation throughout the evening. They come in here after work or a long day running around doing what unsupervised women do, whether that be—playing mommy to the brood at home or to the man paying them big bucks—this is their escape, where they congregate to wind down.

I wipe down the bar top and throw new coasters down for the after happy hour crowd. We call it the second wave. I look up just as a dark brunette stands a foot back analyzing the liquor bottles lined up against the mirror behind me. Every strand is perfectly in place and pulled back so taut it looks professionally styled. Gimlet. She’s holding onto her designer purse like we’re in a house of thieves. She doesn’t realize it yet, but the only thing we’re looking to steal is that tightly wound good girl image she’s projecting. I’d love to see her lipstick smeared outside her lined lips. I bet she has a solid handful of hair to pull too. Afterwards, I wouldn’t let her put it back up. I’d make her walk out of here freshly fucked with her hair down, loose around her shoulders. She’d feel too good to care how she looked. Too crude? I should start with her first drink. “What can I get you?”

“Gimlet.”

It’s almost too easy. Wonder if she is.

“Coming right up.” And boy am I. I grab a glass from the cooler and go for the chilled gin—top shelf, like her. My gaze relishes her curves she’s trying to hide behind that expensive, but unflattering suit. Charcoal gray. She should never try to look like a man when she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I won’t make her compete in a man’s world. I’ll show her she can be in charge while I have her submitting to me. Sounds like an oxymoron, but trust me, I know what she really needs. At least when it comes to the bar or the bedroom.

Or the office.

Or the backroom.

Or the bathroom.

Hell, I’ll fuck her on top of this bar if that’s what gets her off.

I pour Rose’s Lime Juice, squeeze fresh lime, and gin into a shaker. With my arms above my right shoulder, I shake. Keeping my eyes on her, she looks up, watching the shaker held in my hands. “I’m Hardy,” I introduce myself.

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Small Town Frenzy – Peachtree Pass Read Online S.L. Scott http://www.wownovels.com/small-town-frenzy-peachtree-pass-read-online-s-l-scott Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:32 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/small-town-frenzy-peachtree-pass-read-online-s-l-scott Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Sports Authors: S.L. Scott Advertisement

Total pages in book: 110
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My biggest rival is the father of my child.
He just doesn’t know it yet.

Sleeping with my family’s enemy wasn’t planned. Oops. Too late.

It was a one-night stand in Costa Rica, and names were the last thing we wanted to exchange. What can I say? The man was hot as sin.

Blue-sky eyes.
Broad, athletic shoulders.
A smile that just about did me in.

I came home with more than his cowboy hat as a souvenir.

Four years later, that sweet memento calls me Mommy.

I’m a busy single mom helping to run the Dover empire. The last thing I need is a vacation fling showing up wearing the one name on the back of his baseball jersey that’s forbidden by my family. Greene.

Annoyingly arrogant.
Infuriatingly irritating.
A smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

Just my luck when I need to break the news, he’s my son’s father.

He came to play baseball, not be a dad, so I have no intention of getting me and our son caught up in his game. But even the strongest walls have faults, and when we start spending time together, mine begin to crumble.

Is the universe giving us a second chance or are we caught up in a small-town frenzy?

Small Town Frenzy is a spicy, sports, rivals to lovers, surprise child, cowboy, small town romance where he falls first and hard. This hometown hero book is a complete stand-alone

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PROLOGUE

Griffin Greene

“You forget something, cowboy?”

A kiss?

Thanking her for the great sex?

Giving her my phone number?

One night was all this was supposed to be. At least that was the impression I got from her last night when she grabbed me coming out of a bar on Jaco Beach and kissed me.

Has she changed her mind?

I wouldn’t be surprised. The sex was incredible. Best I ever had. It’s safe to assume she feels the same, considering how many times I made her . . . I smirk, feeling cocky over the achievement.

I’m not opposed to the idea of sharing numbers if that’s what she wants, but I’ll let her take the lead. I turn back before opening the hotel door to see the beauty propped up on her elbows, my cowboy hat on her head, and a smile as wide as Big Bend National Park with her fantastic tits on display. I’m fully distracted, so it’s hard to notice anything else. I force my gaze up to her eyes—because I’m a gentleman like that—and grin. “Oh yeah? What’s that, babe?”

“Your hat.” She taps under the brim of the hat that has traveled five continents with me over the past six years, raising it higher on her forehead. To say she looks incredible wouldn’t do this vision justice.

With her arousal on full display, those perfect pink buds peaking for me, and a spark flashing in her green eyes, she sure tempts me to stay. “You keep it.” The words are out before I can think them through, and the surprise on her features might mirror mine. That hat was one of the few things I took with me when I left Peachtree Pass. How many years ago was that? But it feels right to give it a new home.

If I’ve learned anything from my mom’s passing or the ending to my baseball career, it’s that nothing is meant to last forever. I say, “A little something to remember me by.”

“A souvenir of our time together?” The smile doesn’t falter even when she shifts on the mattress, eyeing me like she already knows exactly who I am without so much as exchanging a name. Granted, she didn’t ask for or offer one. I didn’t either, so it seemed like a settled subject. Wrapping her arms around her bent legs, she says, “I don’t need a hat to remember you.”

Although it was a bit of a hasty start to a one-night stand, I’d only had a few beers last night and got a good look at her. She was fucking stunning. The sky threatened a summer downpour, but she stood like an angel under a neon-pink bar sign. Brown hair wild from the wind, glistening tanned skin from too much sun and dancing in the heat of Costa Rica at night, and that fine body wrapped in not much more than two scarves—one tied around her back, and another at her hip that was seriously enticing to tug loose, only to discover a bikini bottom was hidden underneath and nothing else.

“Glad to know I’m unforgettable.” I wink. I love the sound of her laughter as it fills the five-star room she’s been calling a “crash pad.” But it pales compared to her smile, which about knocks me over because it’s so stunning. It’s the kind of smile I’d like to spend more time appreciating, but I’m not sure staying is a good idea.

Names will get involved, potentially feelings or even hearts, and I’m in no position to be any good for someone like her. She was out of my league long before she kissed me, so she’ll only be disappointed if I stay.

I unlock the bolt and take hold of the doorknob. “You don’t have to rush out the door, you know?” Her guileless tone has me turning back again.

“I don’t, but don’t you think it’s best?” I study her, the way her eyes are fixed on mine, but the corners remain soft as if she still believes in fairy tales and happy endings. So beautiful.

“No.” She’s simple and direct, a lot like last night. “I don’t think it’s best. I think it’s easiest for you, though.”

At one time in my life, those words would have stung. I know when it’s time to make my exit, though. “Keep the hat. It looks better on you.”

Sitting up, she grasps for words as her expression funnels through a few emotions before landing on annoyance. Her lips purse, the pink whitening when she bites the lower one. I’m not surprised. She seems like the kind of woman who’s used to getting what she wants. “I don’t want you to go. Not yet.”

With the sheet puddled around her waist, I look her over again. She’s not wearing anything under the covers, and there’s just something about seeing this beauty in my hat that has me thinking about throwing caution to the wind with her. Again. “Why’s that?”

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Total pages in book: 113
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Falling into bed with my best friend’s brother was an accident.
What happened right after… not so much.

With abs more defined than the Texas Hill Country and a killer smirk I can’t ignore, the “boy next door” is all grown up and too hot for his own good.

My heart races for a man who’s forbidden.
My breath catches each time his hand brushes against mine.
His heated glances melt me, leading me closer to temptation.

One night together has us desperate for more. But we have no desire to give this small town something to talk about—or worse, upset his sister.

But when a new tyrant of a landlord threatens my family’s business, I need a miracle.

Call it a marriage of convenience or a friendly favor, but he comes through for me. The diamond ring on my finger gets me out of a jam but also has us confronting our feelings.

Did I just make a deal with the devil? Or am I actually falling in love with my husband?

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1

Baylor Greene

“There are worse places to be stuck in than in Dallas.” I walk the length of the windows lining gate 16. “The storm will pass. It’s only a delay.”

I can hear a heavy sigh leave my sister’s mouth on the other end of the call. “It’s a delay that has you arriving in the middle of the night, Baylor,” she says. “And if it’s still storming when you land, driving out to Peachtree Pass won’t be safe.”

“An hour and a half.”

“On a day with perfect weather. Two, even three hours on a bad night.”

“Look, you might still see me as your brother, Pri—Christine . . .” Some habits die hard. I'm not sure I’ll ever get used to calling her by the name my mom gave her instead of the nickname I’ve taunted her with her whole life. But I promised her and my best friend—my traitorous best friend who fell on his ass in love with my little sister—I’d give it the ole college try. “I’m a thirty-three-year-old man who takes care of himself all on his own in New York. I’ll be fine driving in a little rain.” I stop and stare at the jetway jutting from the building, not tethered to a plane.

She laughs. It’s light but good to hear over the concern in her tone a minute prior. “I know you can take care of yourself. I’m used to worrying.”

“Take the night off, sis, and get some rest since I don’t know how long I’ll be delayed. I can even sleep over at Dad’s house instead. That way, I won’t bother you and the kids or Tagger when I’m sneaking in.”

“Dad needs his rest to recover from the knee surgery. And knowing him, he’ll hear a sound and be jumping out of bed to investigate the situation.”

Rubbing my temple, I lower my head. “Yeah, you’re right. There’s no sneaking around with those creaky floors. I’m not sure how to solve the issue.”

Another sigh follows a pause in her words, but then she says, “You’re only here until Monday, and you promised Beckett and Daisy you’d be here by morning⁠—”

I start pacing again. She’s right. I promised my nephew and niece I’d be there before they opened their eyes. “The Pass needs to get with the times. We need some modern conveniences like a hotel or, hell, even a room to rent out, but I promise I’ll be there, even if I have to sleep on the front porch swing⁠—”

“That’s it.” Excitement streams through her tone.

“What’s it? The porch swing? I was kind of kidding.” Remembering a certain hideaway my sister once made, I laugh. “There’s always the barn⁠—”

“No. And no to the barn. But there is Lauralee.”

Although her best friend’s name conjures a few good shared memories like my sister’s wedding reception, I have no idea where she’s going with this. “I’m going to need more, Chris. When you say there is Lauralee⁠—?”

“She just finished the apartment above Peaches Sundries.” She takes a breath, and then the words rush out. “She hasn’t listed it for rent or on any short-term sites, but I know it’s ready to be listed. You could stay there tonight and come out to the ranch in the morning.” She tacks on, “Early.”

It’s not a bad idea. No tiptoeing around my sister and best friend’s house trying not to wake up the littles, or ending up at the barrel end of my dad’s rifle from sneaking into the house I grew up in. Both sound like good scenarios to avoid. “She won’t mind? I can pay her like any other renter.”

“You know she won’t let you, but you can offer if you want.”

“Should I text her?”

“No, it’s already late. I know she won’t mind. Just go around to the back of the shop and take the stairs to the second floor. She’s just pulled it together, so don’t make a mess.”

The rain hasn’t let up, prompting me to glance and confirm that the flight or gate information hasn’t been changed or canceled altogether for the night. Austin is still prominently displayed as if hope still rests in the sign, and there’s still a chance we’ll get out of Dallas at some point tonight. “How will I get inside?”

“The key is under the pot at the top of the steps.”

We don’t have much crime in Peachtree Pass, but thinking about that key giving any ole stranger passing through town free entrance to the apartment, or worse, to Lauralee, doesn’t sit right with me. “It’s great she’s being safe,” I reply sarcastically.

My sister laughs again. “You can mention it the next time you see her.” As the laughter dies down, she adds, “Be safe, okay, big brother?”

It wasn’t storming the night our mom died, but an accident is always on the edge of my thoughts. I assume it is for my brother and sister as well. “I will be. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

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It didn’t take long for news to spread that Tagger Grange was back in Peachtree Pass. I found out even faster when I fell right into his arms—not by choice.

The barstool wobbled under me when reaching for a cheddar biscuit. They’re my weakness. Much like he used to be.

Rolled up sleeves and tailored pants have replaced the boots and jeans my brother’s best friend once wore. But it’s not just the clothes that have changed. His shoulders are broader and he’s broodier. Somehow, he's even more handsome than ever.

And seeing the little boy smiling at his side? My heart instantly melts. I can't handle Tagger as a hot single dad.

Since he has no plans to stay, I know it’s best to avoid him. But daily run-ins at Rollingwood Ranch make him hard to ignore, and even harder to walk away.

His heated glances warm my insides, his smile awakens my dormant heart, and one stormy night leads to crossing lines we vowed we wouldn’t.

But when falling in the hay turns into falling in love, I start to wonder if our happy ending is a long time coming. Or will he return to the city leaving me with a broken heart?

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott, will lasso your heart and tie the bow in this Swoony, Single Dad, Forbidden to Date, Cowboy Romance that will have you falling in love along with the characters.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

1

Christine “Pris” Greene

Fridays are the best day of the week.

I practically shoulder the door open to Peaches’ Sundries & More in my rush to get inside. If I’m even five minutes late, I’ll end up empty-handed. The smell of fresh bread escapes through the door as the bell chimes above my head.

Coming from the bright outdoors, I take a quick second for my eyes to adjust to the indoor lighting. And when they do, I’m not disappointed. One remains. One glorious cheddar biscuit sits inside the bakery display.

“Lauralee?” I call, walking toward the glass-and-brass-trimmed display. I’m used to my best friend greeting me when I walk in. When she doesn’t, I peer above the counter and toward the ice cream on the right side of the register. “Lauralee?”

“In the back with some cookies,” she says, her voice slipping through the crack of the swinging door to the back. “I’ll be right out.”

“I’m getting the last biscuit, okay?”

“It’s all yours.”

I lean over the counter to slide the case open from the back, but I can’t wedge it open far enough. My stubborn side sends me toward choosing the more difficult route in everything I do, and since I have no intention of climbing over the counter, I prop my knees on a stool and try again. I just about have the buttery, cheesy bread of the heavens in my hand when someone says, “Pris?”

Startled, I slip forward, sending my ass into the air as I slide toward a face-plant on the linoleum floor. Big hands catch me, grabbing my hips as the strength of fingers dig into the plush of my lower waist.

The voice . . .

The nickname . . .

The butterflies awakened from the dead now fluttering in my stomach . . .

I’m brought to safety on the stool again and swirl around to come face-to-face with the same man I just dreamed about rather recently. Though I’ll keep that tidbit to myself instead of giving him the pleasure. I smirk. “I haven’t been called that in a long time.”

His smile just about knocks me right off this stool again. I’d forgotten how potent it was. Although, judging by my heart’s rapid pace, it didn’t. I’m right back to that sweet sixteen little girl who righteously earned the nickname. “It’s been a long time all around.”

I can’t help but notice his hands haven’t left the curve of my hips, and it seems he notices at the same time. I’m released against my silent protests, leaving a chill where his warm palms once were. Regretfully, my brother’s best friend never held me like that before. He didn’t take the chance. The threat of death from the middle Greene sibling, my brother Baylor, might have played a part as well.

I set one foot down and then not so gracefully scuttle down until I’m solid on both, coming toe-to-toe with my childhood crush after eight years. A lot has changed.

His hair isn’t as wild, though I wouldn’t call those strands on top tame. The Pass’s winds probably whipped through them when he arrived in town. A day or two worth of stubble only adds to the rugged good looks he was bestowed at birth. I have imagined a clean-shaven face from the last time I saw him. My memory didn’t serve as well as the real thing does. I think he’s even taller, if that’s possible. Damn him.

“It sure has. Tagger Grange,” I say, smiling like I still have a crush on the guy. I might. Fine. I do. The rolled-up sleeves and tailored pants aren’t deterrents to scrambling my chemistry all over again for him. “What brings you back to Peachtree Pass?” Straightening the skirt of my dress after revealing a lot of leg in my almost tumble from the stool, I fuss about it. But when the hem anchors on the top of my boot, I leave it, not wanting to come off as nervous. This dress is the least of my concerns since the man in front of me is busy stealing my full attention.

A smile hasn’t left his face, but it’s not pure sunshine. The devil lies inside as he looks me over like my brothers wouldn’t kick his ass if they caught him. Licking his lips, he takes a breath and slowly exhales. “It was time.”

The way his green eyes hold my gaze, I start taking inventory of all the ways I could have made more effort today—a swipe of mascara and a coat of lip balm are all that I’m wearing on my face while I chose a dress I reserve when it’s laundry day for everything else in my wardrobe. My cowgirl boots are scuffed and worn, broken in, and the most comfortable pair of shoes I own. I can’t say I’d be wearing anything else other than these, but maybe something more feminine would have given me the confidence to stare into his eyes a little longer.

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It didn’t take long for news to spread that Tagger Grange was back in Peachtree Pass. I found out even faster when I fell right into his arms—not by choice.

The barstool wobbled under me when reaching for a cheddar biscuit. They’re my weakness. Much like he used to be.

Rolled up sleeves and tailored pants have replaced the boots and jeans my brother’s best friend once wore. But it’s not just the clothes that have changed. His shoulders are broader and he’s broodier. Somehow, he's even more handsome than ever.

And seeing the little boy smiling at his side? My heart instantly melts. I can't handle Tagger as a hot single dad.

Since he has no plans to stay, I know it’s best to avoid him. But daily run-ins at Rollingwood Ranch make him hard to ignore, and even harder to walk away.

His heated glances warm my insides, his smile awakens my dormant heart, and one stormy night leads to crossing lines we vowed we wouldn’t.

But when falling in the hay turns into falling in love, I start to wonder if our happy ending is a long time coming. Or will he return to the city leaving me with a broken heart?

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott, will lasso your heart and tie the bow in this Swoony, Single Dad, Forbidden to Date, Cowboy Romance that will have you falling in love along with the characters

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

1

Christine “Pris” Greene

Fridays are the best day of the week.

I practically shoulder the door open to Peaches’ Sundries & More in my rush to get inside. If I’m even five minutes late, I’ll end up empty-handed. The smell of fresh bread escapes through the door as the bell chimes above my head.

Coming from the bright outdoors, I take a quick second for my eyes to adjust to the indoor lighting. And when they do, I’m not disappointed. One remains. One glorious cheddar biscuit sits inside the bakery display.

“Lauralee?” I call, walking toward the glass-and-brass-trimmed display. I’m used to my best friend greeting me when I walk in. When she doesn’t, I peer above the counter and toward the ice cream on the right side of the register. “Lauralee?”

“In the back with some cookies,” she says, her voice slipping through the crack of the swinging door to the back. “I’ll be right out.”

“I’m getting the last biscuit, okay?”

“It’s all yours.”

I lean over the counter to slide the case open from the back, but I can’t wedge it open far enough. My stubborn side sends me toward choosing the more difficult route in everything I do, and since I have no intention of climbing over the counter, I prop my knees on a stool and try again. I just about have the buttery, cheesy bread of the heavens in my hand when someone says, “Pris?”

Startled, I slip forward, sending my ass into the air as I slide toward a face-plant on the linoleum floor. Big hands catch me, grabbing my hips as the strength of fingers dig into the plush of my lower waist.

The voice . . .

The nickname . . .

The butterflies awakened from the dead now fluttering in my stomach . . .

I’m brought to safety on the stool again and swirl around to come face-to-face with the same man I just dreamed about rather recently. Though I’ll keep that tidbit to myself instead of giving him the pleasure. I smirk. “I haven’t been called that in a long time.”

His smile just about knocks me right off this stool again. I’d forgotten how potent it was. Although, judging by my heart’s rapid pace, it didn’t. I’m right back to that sweet sixteen little girl who righteously earned the nickname. “It’s been a long time all around.”

I can’t help but notice his hands haven’t left the curve of my hips, and it seems he notices at the same time. I’m released against my silent protests, leaving a chill where his warm palms once were. Regretfully, my brother’s best friend never held me like that before. He didn’t take the chance. The threat of death from the middle Greene sibling, my brother Baylor, might have played a part as well.

I set one foot down and then not so gracefully scuttle down until I’m solid on both, coming toe-to-toe with my childhood crush after eight years. A lot has changed.

His hair isn’t as wild, though I wouldn’t call those strands on top tame. The Pass’s winds probably whipped through them when he arrived in town. A day or two worth of stubble only adds to the rugged good looks he was bestowed at birth. I have imagined a clean-shaven face from the last time I saw him. My memory didn’t serve as well as the real thing does. I think he’s even taller, if that’s possible. Damn him.

“It sure has. Tagger Grange,” I say, smiling like I still have a crush on the guy. I might. Fine. I do. The rolled-up sleeves and tailored pants aren’t deterrents to scrambling my chemistry all over again for him. “What brings you back to Peachtree Pass?” Straightening the skirt of my dress after revealing a lot of leg in my almost tumble from the stool, I fuss about it. But when the hem anchors on the top of my boot, I leave it, not wanting to come off as nervous. This dress is the least of my concerns since the man in front of me is busy stealing my full attention.

A smile hasn’t left his face, but it’s not pure sunshine. The devil lies inside as he looks me over like my brothers wouldn’t kick his ass if they caught him. Licking his lips, he takes a breath and slowly exhales. “It was time.”

The way his green eyes hold my gaze, I start taking inventory of all the ways I could have made more effort today—a swipe of mascara and a coat of lip balm are all that I’m wearing on my face while I chose a dress I reserve when it’s laundry day for everything else in my wardrobe. My cowgirl boots are scuffed and worn, broken in, and the most comfortable pair of shoes I own. I can’t say I’d be wearing anything else other than these, but maybe something more feminine would have given me the confidence to stare into his eyes a little longer.

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The hottest rock star in the world walking into my work wasn’t on my bingo card. Speak of the devil . . .

My soon-to-be ex-husband.

Shane Faris is taller than I remember. Scruffier. More attractive than ever. Figures.

Sporting a sinful smirk that tells me he hears “Yes” too much, he returns the divorce papers I sent him—still unsigned—and makes a request of his own.

One more night, for old times' sake.

He’s partied his way through time zones, collecting ink on his skin to commemorate events I wasn’t a part of. While I struggled to earn my degrees, Shane chased fame and made memories without me.

It’s time to move on.

So why does his presence cause my heart to kick up a beat and my cheeks to blush when he sends me a wink? I can’t resist him. And he is my husband, after all, if only for a few more days.

When one night becomes two lines on a pregnancy test, we must decide whether this is a second chance worth taking together.

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Catalina “Cate” Farin

Ten minutes . . .

I lower my phone to the desk in front of me, but this wait is keeping me on the edge of my seat. Staring at a “Top Mortgage Broker of the Year” award framed on the wall, I drag my sweating palms down the front of my jeans. Sage green is supposed to be calming, but I grow more anxious the longer I’m stuck staring at these walls.

Is this deal going to fall apart at the last minute?

Has a red flag popped up on my credit report?

Are the owners backing out of the sale?

I covered my bases, but I still worry that I missed some detail. Stop. Nothing was missed. Not an I was left undotted or T missing its cross. Just like getting into college, earning my master’s degree, and pursuing a career in medicine in a new city on my own, I have this. Like I always do.

But I’m glad I wore my hair in a ponytail off my neck, or I’d be sweating.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Cate,” Ross says, his eyes glued to the paper in his hand as he walks back into the office.

“No worries.” I shouldn’t have wasted my energy stressing. Now he’s back and—why is his brow hanging heavy off his forehead? “Is everything okay?”

He sits behind his desk and glides forward with a tap of the papers to align them on the hardwood surface. “Everything looks to be in order except for one piece.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Though I shouldn’t, I let concern twist my stomach into knots. Buying my first home was a huge step, especially as I was building my career from the ground up. Five years of saving every other penny for the earnest money and down payment, leaving just enough to spend on a good time every now and again, has paid off today. “Hope I’m not about to lose this house,” I joke, which isn’t the least bit funny.

Although he has the courtesy to smile, his gaze bounces from my left hand to my eyes. “Your husband’s financials weren’t in the file.”

“Sorry, come again?” I lean in because, surely, I misheard. “What do you mean by husband?”

Chuckling, he sets down the paperwork and leans back in his chair so casually that I find the briefest of comfort in the posture, like everything will work out. “I would have requested the reports sooner, but I didn’t realize you were married since your husband was never mentioned. Do you happen to have his financials in order so we can submit them?”

I have a solid grasp of the English language, but I can’t seem to understand what he’s saying. In a show of trying to prove my singlehood, I rest my ringless left hand on the desk between us. “Bring what with me? I only brought the check for the down payment, as instructed. Everything else was attached in the email, which you said you received.”

“It was all there except your husband’s assets, bank statements⁠—”

“My husband? You keep saying that like one will appear.” I laugh, but I’ve lost the humor in this situation. “If I have a husband, this is news to me. Obviously, there’s been a mix-up, and I don’t want to lose the house that I had to outbid eight others to win. Can’t we just update that document and finish the closing?”

“Unfortunately, we’re going to need all the same information you submitted from him as well to close this deal.”

“There is no husband,” I say as panic takes over. “No husband’s assets or bank accounts, no rings, and no exchange of vows.” I take a breath, trying to calm the frustration that’s tipping over on this poor guy. “Ross, there’s been a mistake. Can we correct it and move forward?”

“I can’t until I have all the paperwork. If you had mentioned your husband sooner, we⁠—”

“I don’t have a husband,” I snap, popping to my feet. “One never existed. I’ve never been engaged, married, nor have I been divorced. No man of importance has been in my life for a long time. I don’t know how to make this clearer.”

I don’t think he blinks for a good twenty awkward seconds, and then he huffs under his breath and picks up the paperwork again to study. “We use state and local records, but I can verify this online.” His voice is even despite basically calling me a liar.

I hold my tongue and sit back down, a little embarrassed by my outburst, but still annoyed that this got so royally screwed up that I’m proclaiming to a practical stranger that no guy has ever wanted to put a ring on my finger.

Ross starts tapping quickly across the keys with his gaze directed on the monitor while I sit tight, my entire future feeling a lot like it’s wrapped up in his research. I tuck my hair behind my right ear and take another breath, this time slower to let it settle the turmoil inside me.

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She can’t remember. He can’t forget.
An Enemies to Lovers, Rock Star, Second Chance, Standalone Romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, S.L. Scott.
Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . .
If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now.
In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel wrapped around his chiseled abs when we met.

Brooding.
Devastatingly handsome.
Utterly intolerable.
Naturally, I’m instantly attracted to him.
It’s not only his broad shoulders and gorgeous face that wreck my equilibrium, but also a distinct tattoo on his chest that matches one on my hip.

Our chemistry is off the charts.
Searing kisses make his grumpiness bearable.
Every touch we share is full of fire and flashes of memories, making me wonder if our connection isn’t destiny after all.
But do the secrets he hides behind his icy blue eyes have something to do with the weekend I can’t remember and the past he can’t forget?

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PROLOGUE

“I’m in love.”

Him, a famous rock star.

Me, a mere mortal witnessing greatness.

Hard abs and broad shoulders.

A guitar god in the flesh.

I’ve never been a groupie, but I’ll be one for him.

Across a sea of people, his eyes meet mine.

Kismet.

Destiny.

Whatever we call it, it’s real with him.

“What?” My best friend says, “The music is so loud.”

She’s got earplugs in and is still complaining. I laugh when leaning closer to her and yell, “Look at the guitarist on stage.” Of course the song ends, and everyone is now staring at me, including her boyfriend. I hope the shade of red I’m turning is at least flattering. Just going with the mortification, I throw my arms out and shrug. “What? Like he’s not perfect?”

A lady pressed to the railing in the front row yells, “Marry me, Laird!”

Laird.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful man in my life. That he’s shirtless, a rock star, and plays amazing music just adds to his perfection. While the lead singer of Faris Wheel talks about the sweltering heat and all of us being here together in Austin, I’m still distracted by the guitarist.

Tall. Dark. So good looking it’s hard to believe men who look like that even exist. I wish I had freshened up, but there was no time before the concert. So I sweat, beads rolling down my temples, and enjoy the view . . . I mean, the music.

Marina says, “He’s just your type.”

I take a sip of beer and then giggle. “He is.” Before I let my imagination run wild, I turn to watch this glorious man perform. His gaze latches onto mine, I swear. He singles me out, mesmerizing me under his spell. Stunned to the spot, I’m unable to look away, my heart thundering in my chest and my throat going dry.

Bumping my side, Marina asks, “Is he staring at you?”

“God, I hope so.”

When the song ends, he steps up to the microphone. Our eyes meet across the crowd filling the sold-out concert. With a killer smile that about knocks me on my ass, he points at me and says, “We’ve got a date with destiny, baby.”

And then the drums kick in.

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Poppy Stanfield

“What are you craving?” Laird Faris runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes trained on my mouth as if he’s imagining what he can do with it. “I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

Three o’clock in the morning is not the best time to make life-altering decisions. Fortunately, I know the answer. “You.”

“I’m yours.” At least for tonight.

Closing my eyes, I breathe him in and savor this moment deep in my lungs. It’s not something I’ll get to do tomorrow, so I take full advantage of the situation. I’m kissed, the sweet pressure turning firmer with each stroke of his tongue.

If I only get one night with this rock star, I’ll deal with the consequences of my choices come morning.

He pulls away, his piercing blue eyes that could give the sky a run for its money meeting mine. A grin punctuated with the slightest of dimples digging into his cheeks holds pure amusement. “You look like you’re concocting a plan I want to be a part of,” he says, running the back of his hand along the side of my neck and leaving a wave of goose bumps in its path.

I squirm under the intensity of his stare as he allows his gaze to drift over my body, drinking me in like a man fresh from the desert despite already having me bare in bed for hours. My heart beats faster, and my breath quickens. I almost hate how easy it is for him to incite a reaction from me, but I love it as well.

“How much mine?” I enjoy teasing him, maybe too much, but that lady-killer smile gets me every time.

“I’m all in.” The laughter I expect doesn’t follow from him, but he situates himself between my legs, which feels like a win.

One small shift and we’re back together again. It’s tempting to dare myself to take the plunge, but I haven’t lost all my senses . . . yet. “We need another condom.”

Darkness flares in his eyes, widening his pupils. He shifts, exhaling a deep breath as he hops off the bed to locate the box we bought on the way to the Capitol Hotel. That trip was a blur of whims, from the matching tattoos we got earlier to stopping at a convenience store for condoms, bottles of water, and more beer. The necessities for a good time.

Our attraction was instant, our chemistry undeniable, and the freedom to do as we please recklessly exhilarating. I’d forgotten what unadulterated happiness felt like until I met the famous guitarist from the band Faris Wheel. And smelled him. I don’t know what this man bathes in, but he’s intoxicating.

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