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Paris – Corked and Tapped Book 11 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Paris
Corked and Tapped Book 11
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“Damn… It never changes.” She couldn’t agree more. Every year they met on Christmas Eve, and every year the chemistry was still there. She didn’t dare ask for more than the one night each year. She wouldn’t risk ruining their arrangement. But, Lord, she wanted to.

Paris is looking forward to Joel’s annual visit. They’d met in a collision of bodies five years ago and spent the hottest night of her life. Every year they meet up on Christmas Eve, but there were rules, they didn’t know anything about each other except their names and wouldn’t search for more.

This year Paris is determined this will be different, she wants more. She wants a real relationship, but he’s broken the rules.

This is a favorite scene.

“How was your year?” he asked. His gaze was intense, his face inches from hers, all his attention on her. No one else existed. Just like every year.

“Not bad. Can’t complain. I worked. Paid bills. Lived life.”

“I bet it was more relaxed since you started working days.” He lifted his bottle to take another sip of beer. She froze. How did he know when she worked?

He stopped moving one second later, his beer halfway to his lips as he stiffened. Finally, he set the bottle back down, his eyes slowly closing as he faced her again. “Shit.”

“How do you know when I work?” she asked as she pulled back a few inches, shaking.

He inhaled slowly, his eyes coming back to hers. “Social media.”

Her mouth fell open. No sound came out. He knows who I am

“I’m so sorry. I broke our rule. I hunted you down.”

“But how? When?” she managed to ask.

“Three years ago.” He winced. “It was a shitty move on my part. I saw your credit card. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at your last name.”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “That’s so unfair. Why didn’t you say anything?” She drew back another few inches, leaning on the back of the stool, putting as much distance as she could between them. His betrayal shook her.

He winced. “I’m so sorry. It was unfair. You’re right.”

She crossed her arms now. His hands were still on her thighs, and he didn’t pull back. In fact, he gripped her tighter. “All this time you’ve been keeping track of me, and I know nothing about you.”

He nodded.

“So you know I’m a nurse. You know who my friends are. My family. My entire life.”

His face scrunched up again. “Yes.”

Paris glanced away, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen all of a sudden.

His hands slid a few inches closer to her pussy. “Please forgive me, Paris. I never meant you any harm. I wasn’t in a position to share more about myself, or I would have. Once I knew your name, I couldn’t stop myself from keeping up with your life. I… needed to know.”

“Needed to know what?” she asked, her face jerking back to glare at him.

He swallowed. “Mostly that you were still single. That you were mine…” He ended that sentence softly. “At least I liked to pretend you were mine. I still do.”

She gasped. All these years she would have given anything to be his, and all along he was watching her.

“It was shitty of me. I made the rules, and then I broke them.”
Becca Jameson. Paris: Corked and Tapped, Book Eleven (Kindle Locations 199-220). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Now Paris needs to know everything and she’s afraid of the consequences of what may be revealed.

Absolutely Sizzling and a secret that surprised me. Definitely didn’t see that one coming!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Devin – Corked and Tapped Book 10 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Devin
Corked and Tapped Book 10
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“Today marks five years sober.” That explained why he’d ordered the whiskey and then covered it with a napkin. It did not explain why his gaze penetrated her so deeply or why he’d chosen to call her a brat. And it certainly didn’t explain why her breath hitched every time he glanced his direction.

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Devin is seasonal help at Corked and Tapped and tonight the staff had it’s annual holiday party. She was busy behind the bar but the man at the end just drew her attention like no other. It was disconcerting.

This is a favorite scene.

Devin considered keeping her distance from the mysterious man at the end of the bar. She waited half an hour before giving in to temptation and approaching him again. Even without looking at him, she could feel his power. Her constant awareness of him never wavered. She knew he was staring at her. She could feel it without glancing. It was distracting.

Tonight was difficult enough since the entire staff was temporary. The owner, Mike, intentionally held the staff party on a Tuesday night, the least busy night of the week, but there were still enough patrons to keep Devin hopping.

She didn’t dare touch the glass of whiskey when she returned to refill his seltzer. Nor did she meet his gaze. Something about him had her cowering to him, and not in a bad way. In a way she knew was submissive. Did he feel it too?

“Is this your full-time job?” he asked, his fingers brushing hers as she returned his glass.

She lifted her face. “Nope. I’m seasonal. I help out during the holidays.”

He cocked his head to one side. “What do you normally do?”

“I’m a grad student, studying economics. I work as much as I can during my breaks to pay the bills.”

His eyes widened. “Economics?”

She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. There is a brain inside my pretty little head. I promise.”

His wide eyes narrowed and he leaned over the bar. Inches separated their faces, and she stopped breathing.
Becca Jameson. Devin: Corked and Tapped, Book Ten (Kindle Locations 99-111). Becca Jameson Publishing.

As the night progresses we discover that Devin is indeed into the BDSM scene and her mysterious man is a Dominant. The attraction is phenomenal and the tension just rises with every minute.

A bit of a surprise with the direction this takes toward the end, both for Devin and the reader.

Seriously sensuous and enthralling with white hot heat.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Blaire – Corked and Tapped Book 9 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Blaire
Corked and Tapped Book 9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“I could take my shirt off if you want.” The moment she heard him speak, she knew his words were more than just flirtatious banter. At least she hoped that was the case. But when a random stranger accidentally punched her in the jaw, his intentions were confirmed. The larger-than-life bouncer at her favorite bar immediately lost his shit. She just prayed he was serious because her heart couldn’t take it if he wasn’t.

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This series is definitely keeping me on my toes. The releases are quick and they are short and satisfying reads.

Blaire has been flirting with the Corked and Tapped bouncer Kyle for a while now. She comes in every Friday and sits at the same table and alternates her drinks with tonic water. This week is Thanksgiving and her roommate decided to switch up her night for Wednesday.

Kyle is surprised to see her but goes with the flow, doing a bit of flirting himself as he takes a break. Called away to help escort a drunk, he’s too far away to stop the altercation that ends with Blaire getting punched.

This is a favorite scene.

He stared at her for a moment, and then leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “The fucking hot woman who’s been nervously watching my every move for months while she sits in my bar squirming in her seat over a romance novel doesn’t usually get caught in the middle of a fight and punched either. So, yeah, the police are coming. You need to press charges. Then I’ll take you home.”

She swallowed. Mortification was the only word that came to mind. Her face had heated earlier, but now it was on fire, and not just from the punch. In fact, that part no longer hurt.

He knew?

Lord.

He knew. Kyle knew she had been sitting here week after week stripping him with her eyes while he worked. Could she be more embarrassed?

He set his forehead against hers. “Please, baby. Don’t freak out on me now. Talk to the cops. Give a statement. Then we’ll leave.”

She couldn’t move. He’d called her baby.

He sighed. “I know you don’t like attention. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I get that. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t close enough to stop those guys from hitting you.” He removed the ice from her face, reached behind him to snag her bag off the table and her jacket from the chair, and grabbed her hand.

Before she knew what was happening, he tugged her around the corner, past the men who’d been fighting, and into a room farther down the hall.

The guy who’d punched her called out, “So sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just—” His voice was cut off when Kyle slammed the door, leaving them in relative silence.

He flipped on the light and then his hands were on her face again, his brow furrowed, his attention on her cheek.

“It’s fine, Kyle,” she whispered. “It’s no longer throbbing. I don’t think it’s that bad.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he inhaled long and slow, seemingly controlling his anger. Was he mad at her? She pressed her lips together to keep from rambling. Maybe he was frustrated because she wouldn’t shut up.

Kyle closed his eyes and set his forehead against hers a second time, his hands spread on her neck and up her scalp. He took several deep breaths, and then he whispered, “Scared the fuck out of me.”

She swallowed, uncertain why he was reacting like this. She had no idea what he meant, and she was afraid to ask.

Someone knocked on the door.

Kyle released her to spin around and open it. Mike stood there, along with a police officer. “Officer Bradshaw has a few questions,” Mike stated as he stepped into the tightly confined room, followed by the officer.

Blaire finally had a chance to glance around and realized this had to be Mike’s office. She took a step back to make more room in the cramped space. She also didn’t have to say much. Kyle immediately explained to the officer what had happened. Blaire confirmed. The cop left. Mike left. Done.

Blaire blew out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind them, but then Kyle’s attention was on her again. “I’m going to take you home.”

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “No. You can’t.”

He frowned and then rolled his eyes. “Your roommate is there.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’ll just hit a fast food joint and grab a milkshake or something to kill time.”

He shook his head. “Like hell. Wait here.” Kyle set her book bag and jacket on the loveseat behind her, spun around, and left the room, shutting the door behind him once again.

Finally, she was alone. She reached for her cheek and worked her jaw open and closed a few times. It was going to be sore tomorrow, but nothing was broken. Everyone was overreacting. She just wanted to get out of here. Being the focus of so much attention made her nervous.

One thing was certain— she wasn’t staying here any longer tonight, so she grabbed her jacket, slid it on, and picked up her satchel.

She jumped when the door opened again and Kyle reappeared. “Come on.” He nodded toward the hallway, his enormous body filling the doorframe.

She searched his face but had no idea what he had in mind. Nevertheless, her best option was to follow him. Obviously, he had a plan, and arguing wasn’t in the cards. When he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out the back door, her entire focus honed in on their connection.

Kyle was holding her hand. Kyle had set his lips on her ear. Kyle had lost his shit when someone accidentally punched her. Surely, she was sleeping and this was a fantastic dream— minus the part where she got punched.

It was chilly outside. November in Georgia. Any temperature was possible. Kyle was wearing a T-shirt, but he seemed impervious to the cooler night air. Still holding her hand, he kept walking, too fast for her to keep up.

“Kyle,” she called out.

He spun his head around. His brow was still furrowed. Anger wafted off of him. His gaze roamed down her body to her legs. “Shit. Sorry.” He slowed his pace.

“Where are we going? Don’t you have to keep working?” She glanced back at the bar as they crossed the parking lot.

“Jeremy’s covering for me. They’ll live for one night.” He didn’t answer her first question, and his voice was still clipped.

Her heart was racing. Nothing made sense. If he was mad at her, why was he helping her? She couldn’t imagine what his plan was, but she clamped her mouth shut again and let him lead. It wasn’t like she had a fantastic plan herself. Maybe he was heeding her milkshake idea and wanted to see her there safely out of some misplaced guilt for not protecting her from some random accident of time and space.

At least he wasn’t nearly running anymore. She had to walk fast to keep up, but she didn’t have a choice because he was still gripping her hand in his larger, warmer, stronger one.

They walked two blocks, and then Kyle stopped in front of a building and pulled out a keycard. He brushed it over the scanner and the outer door clicked open.

“Kyle?” she asked.

He set his hand on the small of her back and continued leading her to the elevator. After being silent for far too long, he still didn’t say a word as they rode to the fourth floor and then stepped out.

Blaire was staring at him, confused and a little nervous.

It wasn’t until after he opened the third apartment door on the left that she realized where she was. “This is your apartment,” she pointed out.

He took her bag, his face finally softening. “Yeah. You couldn’t go to yours. There wasn’t another option.”

She couldn’t bring herself to move from where she stood by the door, but Kyle padded across the room and disappeared, leaving her there. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas in his hand. “This’ll help.” He settled it against her cheek, his free hand on her shoulder.

“You eat peas?” She had no idea why that was the first question to come to mind, but there it was.

He chuckled. “No. But I keep them in case I get punched.”

She flinched. “You get punched often?”

“It happens. Occasionally, I get between two guys going at it in the bar and wind up taking a hit.” He reached for her hand and drew it up to settle it on the peas and then released her. “Come sit down. Sorry, my place is a mess. I hadn’t expected company.”

Blaire didn’t move. “You didn’t have to do this. I would have figured something out. You left your job.”

He sighed. “You could have figured something out? You mean like your plan to sip a milkshake at a fast food joint until it closed? I can’t believe your roommate kicks you out every week like this. It’s weird.” He frowned.

“Well, she’s fair about it. I get Saturday nights.” It hurt to smile, but she did it.

His expression went from concerned to horrified, his eyes widening, his mouth falling open. “You’re serious?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, not that I’ve ever exercised the option, but the point is she’s fair about it.”

Kyle blew out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus. You freaked me out there for a minute.”

She cocked her head to one side, confused again. He said the strangest things.
Becca Jameson. Blaire: Corked and Tapped, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 222-288). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Taking her to his apartment since she couldn’t return to her own, the conversation becomes very revealing.

I love Kyle and the way this plays out is sweet, sexy and heart-melting.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Maddie – Corked and Tapped Book 8 By Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Maddie
Corked and Tapped Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“How many amaretto sours have you actually drank?” The truth was she’s had very little to drink. She kept buying the damn things in order to flirt with the mystery man behind the mask at the bar. He knew her. He knew her best friend. Who the hell was he? Intrigued and aroused from a night of flirting, she decided to take a chance on him.

So we learned quite a bit about the Phantom that matches Maddie’s Christine in the last book. Now finally we get to find out if this is a match made in Heaven or Hell.

Our Phantom is someone who knows Maddie, but she doesn’t recognize him. She’s pretty sure this is something her best friend Clara set up and she’s not sure how she feels about it. What she does know is she’s going to give this a chance.

“You say you’re in charge of this company party of yours?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m the event planner. I organized the entire thing.”

He nodded. “How late does it go?”

She tried not to pump a fist at that question, hoping he might invite her to join him in this main bar when her responsibilities were over. She could at least do that. No harm in having a drink with him. Getting to know him better. “I only paid for the open bar until eleven. After that, everyone is on their own.”

He ran a finger around the rim of his glass. “Do you have to clean up or anything?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Corked and Tapped is covering that part.” Yeah, he was definitely hitting on her. It gave her the courage to show her cards. “Will you still be here? I could join you?” She glanced at her watch. “I need about fifteen more minutes.”

His smile grew. He also set his hand on her hip, slid it around to her lower back, and leaned in to set his lips on her ear. “I’d like that.”
She shivered. Holy shit. He set her on fire. The dress she was wearing was incredibly low-cut. The bodice was actually a corset, and her breasts suddenly seemed two sizes too big. She hoped they didn’t pop out and embarrass her.

As he leaned back, she held her breath. He met her gaze, set a finger on her cheek, and trailed it down to her neck. “What are the chances I would show up here tonight dressed as the Phantom only to find a woman in a Christine costume? You kind of have to join me for at least one drink. It’s fated.”

What were the chances, indeed? She assumed this was not a coincidence. And that fact was the main reason she was going to let herself give him a chance.
Becca Jameson. Maddie: Corked and Tapped, Book Eight (Kindle Locations 102-117). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Once Maddie returns to the bar and her Phantom, things heat up quickly. She also thinks there’s something familiar about the Phantom. The only reason she is going to agree to anything is because he definitely knows Clara and although she can’t remember he says he knows her too.

I love the way he keeps the mystery going right up to the extremely hot scenes.

I laughed, sniffled and had to hydrate from the heat coming off the pages.

I can’t wait to see what Becca comes up with for the next book in this series.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Ivy – Corked and Tapped Book 7 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Ivy
Corked and Tapped Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“You must be Cleopatra.” Her heart picked up its pace as he leaned against the bar next to her. His smile was mesmerizing. She liked him already. But her track record with blind dates was horrifying, and he was far too nice a guy to win her over. Wasn’t he?

We met Ivy as she helped Rose get dressed for the Halloween party. She seems to exude confidence but secretly she doesn’t. She hasn’t had a second date in forever, most of the first dates end up staring at her breasts or worse so some of those don’t even make through half a date.

She has one more first date from the dating site she joined but first is this crazy Halloween party. Maggie from HR has paired off people from different departments to sort of team build. Ivy is dressed as a sexy Cleopatra and the person she will be looking for will be dressed as Julius Caesar.

When she meets up with Julius at the bar, after noticing Rose and her vampire kissing, they finally start to get to know one another. Starting with some of their funnier first dates.

This is a favorite scene.

Cooper laughed. “Between the two of us, we could write a book. We could call it Fifty Failed Firsts.

Ivy giggled. “Right? It’s not like I’m not trying, but when I tell Rose about my evenings, she says I’m picky.”

“Rose says you’re picky? Rose? The woman who doesn’t look anyone in the eye?”

“Yep. You have a point. But she’s just introverted. I’m not exactly an extrovert, myself, but I can look someone in the eye and make small talk. Maybe I come off as too opinionated or something.” She shrugged.

“You don’t seem too opinionated to me. In fact, if you were my online date for tonight, you would have already had me wondering about a second date.”

“Aw. That’s so… cheesy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Probably. But I don’t see why anyone would be turned off by you in the first few moments. You’re gorgeous, funny, and conversational. Three of the top checks on my list.”

For once she was taken aback. “Thank you,” she murmured. “That means a lot.”

“Granted, I doubt you usually meet your dates wearing that fucking sexy dress, so maybe they don’t readily realize how hot you are.” He smiled warmly, his gaze still on her eyes, not her boobs. But he had noticed her body.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other at his bluntness. It took a second to get back on her game and respond. “You never know. Maybe this is how I normally dress.”

He laughed. “Touché.”

“Kidding. I never wear something this revealing on a first date. And let me just say, you would be the first person to warrant a second date from me.”

He lifted one side of his mouth. “How did I earn that?” His eyes twinkled. She loved the deep blue color.

“I haven’t once caught you staring at my boobs instead of my eyes,” she admitted. She had no idea why she was so comfortable with him.

“Ah, well, it’s not that I haven’t noticed. I’m not dead, and they are fantastic. But I make a point of never treating women disrespectfully.”

Lord. He was the real deal. Her heart beat faster. He’d somehow managed to compliment her without turning her into a sex object. It was enough to make her get all flushed. She needed to get the attention off herself. “So, tell me about you. Do you meet your dates wearing a toga?”

“Nope. Never. This is a first.” He took a sip of his wine. “Remember, I’m an accountant. I’m boring and nice.”
Becca Jameson. Ivy: Corked and Tapped, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 143-163). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I really like the way these two slowly get to know each other. Then there’s also the way Cooper manages to get some information on the Phantom that matches Maddie at Ivy’s request.

Finding Cooper is an artist at heart, gives a perfect opening to leave the party. I loved the way Ivy’s confidence grows with every minute these two are together.

So much fun, very romantic, and the perfect amount of sizzle in this wonderfully short read.

I can’t wait to read Maddie, especially now that I’ve been thoroughly teased about it in this book.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Rose – Corked and Tapped Book 6 by Becca Jameson


Rose
Corked and Tapped Book 6
By
Becca Jameson

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“Please let me kiss you right this second. I’ll explain later.” Those were the first words he spoke to her, and then he made good on them and melted her heart. But she wasn’t the sort of girl who did one-night stands, and he would surely break her heart in the morning. On the flip side, nothing like this ever happened to her…

If you are reading these from the beginning you’ll remember that Jacoby Advertising has rented out the back room of Corked and Tapped for sort of a team building Halloween party. Employees have been assigned costumes pairing them off.

In this book we meet Rose, she’s to be a vampire and what a costume she has. Her appointed match will also be a vampire. When he approaches her is in the blurb for this book. It was more than just wow!

This is a favorite scene, which happens after that kiss.

“Jesus,” he murmured against her lips, his forehead touching hers. “I might not have actually lied to the girl from the mail room when I told her I had a girlfriend, because after that kiss, I’m thinking it was only a premature fib.”

She could do nothing but stare at him, blinking, as he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. His own fingers seemed to be trembling a bit.

“All I need is your name, and it will be official.”

She still couldn’t come up with verbs and nouns. Her name? She had no idea what it was.

He gave her a stunning smile, still leaving not a breath of space between them. “I’m Dylan. I work on the fifth floor in accounting.” His eyes. They were the only thing she hadn’t seen before, and now she fell into their brown depths.

Dylan. Awesome name. Hot guy. Kissed like a prince. Was she daydreaming and really she was still standing at that bar table waiting for him to arrive?

“You want me to start guessing?” he teased. “Barb? Stacey? Janet?”

She finally shook free of her stupor. “Rose.”

That winning smile that surely ruined women made her weak in the knees again. “I love that name.”

She tried to focus. “So, a woman from the mail room is here tonight, and you needed her to believe you had a girlfriend?”

“Exactly. I would have warned you ahead of time, but I didn’t know who you would be.”

“Of course.” Made sense. Her heart was pounding, though, and she wished she really were his girlfriend. She wished they weren’t pretending. She’d spent months pretending this man really was her boyfriend. “I assume she’s watching.”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” His gaze never left hers, nor did his hold on her body, though she watched him swallow a few times as if he weren’t quite as confident as he appeared. “But just to be sure, do you mind if I keep holding you close?”

She nodded slowly. Words escaped her. For the last several months, she’d noticed this guy in the lobby, assuming he had a girlfriend. Apparently, she’d been mistaken. Surely he wouldn’t be holding her like this if he was involved with someone else.

It suddenly sank in that she didn’t know this man at all. He might do this to every woman he met. Maybe it was a pick-up line. It probably worked too if he always kissed like that. “What’s wrong with the girl from the mail room, by the way?”

“Nothing, except she’s about eighteen. I don’t know how else to dissuade her.”

“Oh. Yikes.”
Becca Jameson. Rose: Corked and Tapped, Book Six (Kindle Locations 112-133). Becca Jameson Publishing.

These two are awesome together. It just so happens that Dylan was also the one who swapped costumes with the boss so it really worked out well. Especially since the boss only had eyes for Clara. So the credit actually goes to Landon rather than HR’s Maddie.

I am truly loving these short reads, they have plenty of fun and heat. Perfect to read just before bed.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Releasing Tuesday! Clara – Corked and Tapped Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Clara
Corked and Tapped Book 5
By
Becca Jameson

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“Nice costume, Sandra Dee.” She couldn’t believe it when she found out she’d been matched up with her boss of all people for tonight’s Halloween costume party. She’d been half in love with him for two years. But he has a no fraternization policy, and it’s going to take more than tight leather pants to get him to revise the employee handbook. Or will it?

Corked and Tapped: Because the best stories never start with someone eating a salad.

Dressed as Sandra Dee, Clara is helping her best friend, Maddie set up for the Company Costume party. In a wild brain storm Maddie thought it would be fun to match up folks from different departments by costume.

Clara’s a little bit afraid to see who the ‘Danny’ Maddie matched her with and when she realizes it’s her boss Landon, well things get very interesting. Only it wasn’t Maddie who matched her, Landon tracked down the guy and traded with him.

This is a favorite scene.

“What’s the matter?”

She lifted her gaze and tugged on the collar of her stupid jacket with one hand. “Nothing. It’s just hot in here.”

He frowned. “So, take off the jacket.”

She shook her head. “It would ruin the costume.”

“I’m pretty sure between the heels, the leather pants, the teased hair, the red lipstick, and the wad of gum, you’re safe.”

She’d forgotten the gum, and she immediately grabbed a bar napkin and spit it out.

Landon leaned in closer. “Besides, I’m curious about this 1950s top you’ve got on under that jacket.” His gaze lowered to her chest.

She self-consciously lowered a hand to tug the top up a bit, making sure her girls were still covered. She was wearing a black strapless bra under the tube top, but the lack of material still unnerved her. She wasn’t the sort to wear something strapless. “Yeah, well, I don’t need everyone in the office accidentally seeing more than they should. Monday morning would be an uncomfortable day if there are pics floating around of me having a wardrobe malfunction.”

He laughed, harder than she’d ever heard him before. He was far more relaxed outside of the office. And he shocked her to death when he tugged his hand from his pocket and set a finger on her exposed belly. “You have like one inch of skin showing. I don’t think it’s going to cause inner-office sexting. There are several employees dressed in far less material than you.” He punctuated his words by dragging that finger across her midriff until he tapped her belly button.

She sucked in a sharp breath, goose bumps rising on her skin. Surely she was reading too much into this banter. He could not be hitting on her. Gah. It was impossible to know for sure. The last thing she wanted was to misinterpret his intentions. It would be extremely embarrassing if she did. And she still had to work for the man five days a week.
Becca Jameson. Clara: Corked and Tapped, Book Five (Kindle Locations 176-190). Becca Jameson Publishing.

In many ways Landon had planned out this night intending to have it last longer.

Clara has had a crush on the man for two years and she’s about to throw her career right out the window for a chance to be with him.

This is another fun, sexy, and romantic read with plenty of sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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