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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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A sexy new forbidden romance from #1 NYT Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely about a sports star and the woman who's off limits...

It should have been a simple play…

She needed a football player to step up and be the star for a charity calendar. I needed a sharp and savvy publicist to manage a brand-new sponsorship deal. I scratched her back. She scratched mine. And oh hell, did Jillian ever drag her nails down my back on one hell of a hot night. Okay fine, it was several hot nights on the road.

Now we’re back in town and it’s time to set the play clock back to when we were simply player and publicist. Given the way the last few years have gone, I can’t risk this deal, so it's hands off for us once again. Trouble is, I want more than than just another night with her.

What’s a guy to do when he's always been most likely to score, but the woman he’s falling for is just out of bounds?

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I don't date players. And I definitely don't sleep with players. And I absolutely don't fall for a certain player when I get to know him and learn he's more than just sexy -- he's clever, funny and has a heart as big as his... well, you get my drift.

But my job is at stake, and I can't afford to lose that as well as my heart. The problem is, I think I've already lost that game.

What's a girl to do when the clock is running out, but the man she's falling for is off limits?

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1

JILLIAN

I’ve always been competitive. In school, in skiing, and definitely in public relations. Add in the fact that I do public relations for a professional football team, and you’ve got the makings of a perfect job for me. I’ll go toe to toe with any of the guys on the gridiron when it comes to having a competitive streak a mile wide.

That’s why this email from Sporting World excites me. In my office overlooking the city of San Francisco, early on a summer morning, every competitive bone in my body lights up as I read: We would love for you to make your pitch for the players to consider for our annual Body Issue. This is one of our most sought-after issues in the magazine. A chance to showcase the glory of the human body in artful poses. We have twelve slots available for athletes.

The last few Body Issues of the world’s most popular sports magazine have featured some of the most iconic photos in sports. World-class athletes in the nude, but angles and shadows covering them up. I’ve never landed an athlete for a cover shot. But maybe I could this year? First though, I’ll have to nab one of the coveted twelve slots before a cover is even an option.

Excitement stirs in me and I pop up from my desk, pacing to the window, staring at the city. I’m imagining our fifty-three-man roster. Picturing different guys posing on the field, or in a studio. I nibble on the corner of my lip as images of the athletes fly past me.

But they keep returning to one in particular.

One charismatic, photogenic man.

I know who’d be best. I’m positive I have just the right guy. I hope my boss agrees though.

I march down the hall to her office. Knock on the door. “Do you have a few minutes? I have an idea to run past you.”

Lily Eckles ushers me in, all red hair, light brown skin, and energy as she gestures to the chair across from her desk. “Of course. Anything for you, Jillian. What’s on your mind?”

I sit nice and straight. “The cover of the Body Issue. I think we can land it if we pitch just the right player for it,” I say, tasting the possibility.

Lily’s eyes light up. “Who do you have in mind? Harlan would be so great,” she says, enthused.

Our running back is a solid choice. “He’s super charming,” I say. With the lush locks and a sunny disposition Harlan would be terrific.

But . . .

“Or are you thinking about our quarterback? Everyone loves Cooper,” Lily adds, clearly enthused, too.

“He’s the city’s golden boy,” I say. After his whirlwind romance with his high school sweetheart last year, he’s captured all the hearts. There are other guys, too.

But there’s one in particular that I have in mind. And I’m about to say his name when a little kernel of worry rises up in me, lodges in my mind. Am I about to pitch Jones Beckett because I’ve had a crush from afar on the wide receiver?

All of a sudden, doubts plague me. I’ve tried valiantly to keep this annoying crush of mine from influencing any of my decisions. But the crush is merely a crush. Nothing will come of it and I can’t let it stand in the way of the right choice. Jones is the best.

“They’re all excellent,” I say confidently. “But with his charisma and charm, Jones Beckett is perfect for it. I’d like to pitch him.”

Her eyes twinkle and her lips spread into a huge grin. “Damn. I should have said him first. You’re right. You’re so damn right.” Then she waves me out. “Go! Make your pitch!”

“Boss’s orders,” I say with a smile, then return to my office and put together a kick ass pitch on why one of the top wide receivers in the NFL would be the ideal candidate.

His smiles last for days. His body is impeccable. Hell, it’s a work of art. And on top of that? He’s just one of those guys that has a certain magic to him. But a picture is worth a thousand words. And I bet I could capture a great one of him. A candid image that would say it all.

I have just the idea. Maybe, just maybe, I can catch him any minute.

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JONES

That was a hell of a run so far. Five miles across the Golden Gate Bridge, then up into the Muir Woods as the sun rises higher in the sky. Now, I’m about to cross over the bridge when my phone trills.

When I see the caller, I get a little spring in my step and, honestly, in my dick, too. It’s our very sexy, very brainy publicist for the Renegades. AKA the woman I like to flirt with but shouldn’t.

And yet, I still do flirt.


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The Good Guy Challenge (The Dating Games #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.wownovels.com/the-good-guy-challenge-the-dating-games-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Thu, 10 Nov 2022 23:02:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-good-guy-challenge-the-dating-games-2-read-online-lauren-blakely Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Dating Games Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
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Fake real dating the one who got away? Sign me up…

There’s just something about bad boys. Tattoos and leather jackets, am I right?
Trouble is, my last boyfriend was a teensy bit too bad and now he’s in prison. Yikes.
When my friends challenge me to take a dip in the good guy side of the dating pool, I see their dating bet and I raise it, looking up the guy I crushed on growing up.
With a winning grin and heart of gold, Gabe Clements is now the star receiver for a pro football team.
Except, the supposed good guy turns out to be nothing like I imagined. He’s better. He’s growly, possessive, smoldering.
And he’s determined too. At the end of the night, he asks me to be his fake real girlfriend for the rest of the week.
Sounds like my kind of dating challenge since he’s a good guy by day, and a very dirty man after dark.
I’ll cure my bad boy blues in no time.
Well, as long as I don’t fall for Gabe’s big heart too

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MONDAY

A Day for Big Things Ahead

1

BETTER THAN A SCREAMING ORGASM

Ellie

I can see the sign for my Venice Beach exit up ahead, past all the cars at a dead stop. LA traffic…we’ll move eventually. I’d be copacetic if I didn’t have to pee so freaking badly.

Too bad I can’t cross my legs as I drive.

I mean, as I wait.

I wiggle my rear, then I squeeze my thighs.

I can do this.

“We’re almost there,” I say to my girl in the back seat.

Gigi side-eyes me from her dog bed, a look that says I don’t buy that bullshit and you don’t either.

“I swear. We’ll be there in no time.”

Lies. Sweet little lies.

“Look, girlie girl. The GPS says we’ll be there in”—I glance at the app mocking my hopes from the dashboard of the cherry-red convertible—“in thirty minutes.”

I slump. Thirty minutes for one stinking mile.

She turns around, flipping her tail at me.

I get her. I so do.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. Once we’re settled into our new home, it’s going to be amazing. There’s no snow in Los Angeles, and I’m pretty sure there won’t be street rats,” I say. God, I hope not. I’m so over rats, and subways, and piss on the street.

Dammit. Why did I have to think about pee again?

I stare longingly at the console between the seats, where my empty travel mug invites me to relieve the pressure.

Last resort, Ellie.

“Any minute. We’ll be there any minute,” I say, fighting off the temptation with cheer. “As long as I don’t pee all over the seat. And don’t you do that either,” I warn my six-pound pup.

From the back seat, Gigi barks once, a declarative arf that loosely translates to as if.

“Fine, fine. It’s my fault. I should not have had that last caramel iced latte in Santa Barbara, but TJ said it was a delish coffee shop and—oh!”

I turn forward to see that traffic has miraculously parted like the Red Sea. This is better than a screaming orgasm!

I grip the wheel and press the gas in my tricked-out electric, which I picked up in San Francisco over the weekend.

“We need a final song,” I tell Gigi. Because life’s big moments demand anthems, and I have just the tune. I open a playlist, then put “Runnin’ Down a Dream” on repeat. Now there’s no chance of another song playing when I roll up to my new home.

The sun is dropping toward the horizon, Tom Petty is my companion, and soon I’m cruising the streets of my Venice neighborhood, bursting—literally almost bursting—with excitement.

“One more minute till we can whiz,” I sing. My phone trills an accompaniment.

Of course. I swear my mom has a sixth sense for my every move. I click accept. “Hi, Mom. How are you?”

“Much better now,” she says with obvious relief.

That’s odd. I talked to her this morning, and she seemed fine then. “Were you sick earlier? Everything okay?” I ask, concerned for her as I scan for street signs in my new neighborhood.

“No, just worried. About you.”

Ah. Got it. “Nothing to worry about anymore. I’m almost there. Only four-tenths of a mile to go.” And my bladder is counting every fraction of that mile.

“I know,” Mom says serenely.

I laugh. That is so her. It’s sweet but scary how well she knows me. “I’m sure you timed exactly how many rest stops I’d take, how many coffees I’d down, and how many dog walks I’d stop for, and you guesstimated my average speed,” I say as I slow to a stop at the intersection.

One more block. I can see my new street up ahead. Freedom is nigh!

“Two coffees, three dog bathroom breaks, and sixty-five to seventy miles per hour. Am I right?”

“Whoa. Did you put a chip in me?” I joke because that’s impressive.


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The Virgin Next Door (The Dating Games #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.wownovels.com/the-virgin-next-door-the-dating-games-1-read-online-lauren-blakely Fri, 26 Aug 2022 19:46:29 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-virgin-next-door-the-dating-games-1-read-online-lauren-blakely Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Dating Games Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person
Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…MY ENTIRE COMPANY.
Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm*
At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants.”
Now I need a job stat, so I jump on the first opportunity. And I come face to face with my new boss. Mr. Sexy Pants himself.
Item number one on my to-do list? Make sure my boss never finds out his alter ego…since all of New York knows I want Mister Sexy Pants to punch my virgin club card.
****Contents Include: A sexy and clever romp of an MF, dual-POV, mistaken identity romantic comedy, complete with dating mishaps, sizzling sexual tension, a hot nerd of a boss hero, a chaotically delightful heroine, an awkward incident with glitter, and a virgin’s NSFW to-do list.
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Her Prologue

I Shall Call Him Mister Sexy Pants

* * *

I know a thing or two about fetishes thanks to my super-secret dating-in-the-city column, but I didn’t know about my own fetish until it began a few months ago. I’d just landed the column gig, so I took myself out to celebrate, as one does, with cake.

The guy who served me the slice at Peace of Cake was sexy and clever, and we flirted over frosting for a few minutes, talking about nerdy things like fractions and synonyms. But then, a pack of teenagers swarmed the shop. I had to go, and I never got his name. He called me Miss Polka Dot. I called him Mister Dessert.

I returned a few days later, but he wasn’t there. Turned out he’d just been helping out a friend. I had no idea where to find him.

C’est la vie.

But a month after that, I was sitting on my third-floor balcony of my apartment in the Village, watching New York go by in the spring, when I spotted him walking down the street. And what a view. This specimen of bearded, inked modern man wasn’t picking his clothes from the conventional dude-drobe of baggy pants, loose jeans, or Boring-with-a-capital-B khakis. He was clearly dressing for my delight in those trim, checked pants that hugged his legs.

Thank you, Mister Sexy Pants.

I, Veronica Valentine, had discovered a brand-new kink. I had a thing for men wearing trendy, tight trousers, as I went on to detail the following week in my anonymous column, The Virgin Club.

But then, a little while after that, life happened, things happened, trouble happened, and my crush crashed into the middle of my life, where I’d have to see him every single stinking day.

The plan? Make sure he never, ever knows he’s the one and only Mister Sexy Pants.

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My Glitter Dealer

Veronica

* * *

A tiny speck of glitter floats through the afternoon light from the living room window, like dandelion fluff. Then, it hovers above my keyboard and parachutes onto the letter Q.

Oh, hell no.

Glitter is the devil.

I flick at it, but the obstinate turkey won’t vacate the key. I lean forward in my vinyl kitchen chair, then blow on the enemy.

Bye, bye, you glittery imp. You will not ruin my editorial letter to Agnes Millicent.

With the keyboard again pristine, I return to my letter to one of the cleverest children’s book writers of this generation. I’m ready to tell her how she can tease out the conflict between the frog and the prince a smidge more when . . . bastard!

Another emerald particle skydives onto the keyboard.

I head to the bathroom, my tan Chihuahua trotting gamely behind me because no woman is allowed to use the restroom without her dog. I check out my reflection, and what the hell? My neck shimmers like tinsel on a Christmas tree.

“Did you knock a tube of glitter onto me, StudMuffin?” I ask my boy.

Big bat ears pop up like radar dishes, but he doesn’t confess. He tilts his head in the direction of . . . of course.

The sleeping Siamese lies posed like an odalisque, his rotund body stretched across the hall floor.


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Mister Sexy Pants (The Dating Games #0.5) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.wownovels.com/mister-sexy-pants-the-dating-games-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Wed, 10 Aug 2022 01:09:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mister-sexy-pants-the-dating-games-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Dating Games Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 27(@200wpm)___ 22(@250wpm)___ 18(@300wpm)
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Note to self: When meeting a hot, flirty guy be sure to, ya know, get his name.

It might be helpful if you want to see the guy again.

Or, maybe try writing an anonymous s-e-x column about him and see if that gets his attention, starting it like this…

Hello, Mister Sexy Pants. Let me tell you about my fantasies.
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All the Little Sex Monkeys

Veronica

* * *

Have you ever wanted something so badly that it takes you completely by surprise?

Your desire starts like a low hum, turns into a sweet tingle, then . . . blastoff. It rockets into an intense, naked longing.

I’ve gotten that feeling with books, with dogs, and definitely with sandwiches. But I didn’t expect to feel this way about five hundred weekly words, but now that the opportunity to write a dating column dangles in front of me, I’ve got to grab this carrot no matter what.

That’s where my head is at now as I prep for a secret side hustle meeting. I want to nail every aspect of this job interview, right down to the look.

I zip up my dress. Smoothing a hand along my waist, I consider my reflection in the mirror on the closet door in my bedroom.

My cat eyes me with imperious suspicion from one of the pillows on my bed.

I think I look smashing, but a woman cannot dress on her opinion alone. That’s why my sister is here. I spin around, skirt twirling, and put the question to Hazel, who is sitting on the edge of the bed with my tiny dog curled up in her lap.

“What do you think? Is this what you’d wear to an interview to become a sex columnist?”

I could ask Google, but I’m scared to hear the Internet’s thoughts on this fashion quandary.

Hazel screws up the corner of her lips giving me a long once-over, then renders her ruling: “You look like you have a secret.”

I smile coyly. “So it’s perfect, then, for an anonymous column,” I say with a little jut of the hip.

“Come to think of it, yes,” she says with a smile.

“Hey! That’s a good one.” I scurry out to the kitchen, grab a notebook from the table, and jot “Come to think of it” on a list of Top Five Awesome Column Titles.

I snap the notebook closed, then snag my purse. Before I take off, I kiss my pets goodbye, and I head out, Hazel following me.

When we reach the sidewalk, my sister gives me a hug. “You’ll be great. There’s no one more qualified for this gig than you.”

“Maybe this is why I’ve been waiting for twenty-six years. I’ve been holding out for an online column,” I say playfully.

“I mean, it’s not a bad reason to wait,” she says drily as we let go.

Then we say goodbye, and I turn toward Hudson Street. As the spring sun dips in the sky, I review my original pitch for the online site The Dating Pool—what about a sex and dating column written from the point of view of a virgin?

The column only requires a few hours a week, and though I definitely don’t want to leave my job as a children’s book editor, I do love talking about sex, writing about sex, and thinking about it.

I’m sure I’d like sex, if I ever had it.

But if I can nab this project, I’ll have an outlet at last for all the little sex monkeys rattling their cages in my head.

Watch out, Dating Pool. Here comes one opinionated, battery-operated-boyfriend-loving virgin who believes a dirty mind’s a terrible thing to waste.

When I reach The Dating Pool’s office, I stop and stare up at the building, taking in the sleek facade. In a moment ripped from a rom-com, I’m that woman stepping into the big, wide world of New York media. Only, I’ve grown up in and around this city. I love New York, and New York loves me.

Chin up, lipstick on, I head inside. The elevator shoots me up to the fifth floor, where the helpful receptionist escorts me to Bellamy Hart’s office.

She’s a romance goddess, and her podcast is an absolute must-listen. She’s also a total badass boss babe and she looks the part in her designer jeans, spiky boots, and black twinset.

“Thank you for coming in at the last minute,” she says as she holds the door open to her office.

“Thank you for asking me here,” I say, already a little giddy. She replied to my email ten minutes after I sent it last night. I might very well frame her note. I must hear more! Do not take your idea elsewhere.

Well then, here I am.

We sit on her green couch, and she waggles her tablet. “First of all, let me say your column ideas completely grabbed me. I agree that columns of dating lists, dating dos and don’ts, and dating rules are so overdone,” she says with a sigh. “But your takes sound fresh.”

I sit straighter and fight off a smile—I won’t crack open the champagne yet. “It’s a good thing I’ve been storing them up from a few years on the New York dating market, aka the alligator pit. And I can tackle them in a way that appeals to all your readers—with a little humor,” I say.


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