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Grace – Corked and Tapped Book 2 by Becca Jameson


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

Grace
Corked and Tapped Book 2
By
Becca Jameson

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“Is this seat taken?” Her breath caught and her heart skipped a beat when he turned to face her. This night was looking up. Almost before she settled on the bar stool, he took the reins, promising her a night she would not forget.

A normally straight-laced lawyer, Grace has given herself permission to let loose. She deserves to unwind and relax. She really works too hard, all the time. She decides on a neighborhood bar she’s never been to and is delightfully surprised at the environment.

There’s only one seat available, in the corner next to a gorgeous man.
After introductions, things start to heat up.

This is a favorite scene.

She took another sip of her martini, the stress of the day loosening. It didn’t hurt that she managed to snag not only a seat at the bar but it was next to a friendly man who wasn’t going to annoy her for the evening. She liked him. In fact, she liked him enough to flirt. It had been a while since she flirted. She shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s necessary to be on your best behavior.” She winked at him.

His smile broadened. “Okay, then.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt. His tie was a swirl of colors. It gave the impression he had a sense of humor and wasn’t the stuffy sort. That and the wry smile that never left his face.

Yeah, she definitely felt flirty tonight. Why not? It was the weekend. Maybe if she continued to talk to Jack and he didn’t turn out to be a moron, she could spice up her evening. Deciding to put herself out there, she crossed one leg over the other and turned slightly to more fully face him.

“Have you been here before?” Jack asked.

She shook her head. “Nope. First time.” Another fortifying sip of her drink helped her relax further. “What are you drinking?” she asked, pointing at his beer.

He tipped it to the side a bit as he lifted it. “Local draft. I’m a microbrew kind of guy.”

“Excellent choice.”

“You drink beer?”

“Sometimes. Tonight I was in the mood for something stronger.”

“Rough day in court?” “

No more than usual. Just long. Occasionally, I have a client who makes me wish I’d never taken the case.”

“Ah, I can imagine. You must meet some interesting people.”

“Definitely.” She took another sip of her martini. “I’m sure you do too. Some people can be outrageous in a restaurant.”

He nodded. “Today I had to rescue one of my waitresses from an irate customer who insisted she used to have dinner at my place all the time and wanted to know why we stopped serving dinner.”

Grace laughed. “Have you ever been open for dinner?”

“Not one single day in eight years.” He chuckled. “Even though I told her I was Jack, the owner, and explained that she was mistaken, she did not back down. She finally left in a huff saying I was lying to her so my employee wouldn’t look stupid.”

“Lordy. I think that’s worse than what I put up with today.”

Jack turned fully sideways, his knee bumping hers as he set his elbow on the bar. “I’m sure you can’t go into specifics. Attorney-client privilege and all.”

“Right. Let’s just say if you’re going to cheat on your husband with multiple other men, maybe don’t take selfies.”

Jack laughed, a deep sound reaching into her and making her wish she had a hand on his chest while he made it. It would vibrate through her body and probably bring her close to orgasm.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been excited enough to bring her sexy bits to life. It had been too long, that was for sure. She should get out more often. Life always got in the way.

She glanced away for a second, trying to find a brain cell or two. Since when do you pick up men in bars and blatantly flirt with them, let alone get aroused from their laughter?

“Is it warm in here?” she murmured as she removed her jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. When she returned her gaze to Jack, she found him staring at her chest.

She flushed under his blatant admiration. “Nice blouse.”

She glanced down and back up. Yeah, it was a bit too revealing. And it didn’t help she’d chosen one of her sexiest lingerie sets that morning. The delicate lace and tiny roses lining the edge of her bra were not concealed in the least.

“If you took your jacket off in court today, I assume you won your case,” he teased lightly.

She flushed further, thinking perhaps she should put the jacket back on. Maybe her blouse was a bit more revealing than socially acceptable. As she reached for the blazer, he grabbed her hand. “Don’t. I didn’t mean to imply it was too much. I was complimenting you.”

She met his gaze, assessing him. “For the record, I never take my jacket off in court. Not even if it’s two hundred degrees.”

He smiled warmly. “See? Then you’re fine. We aren’t in court now.” He leaned closer, his voice dipping. “You’re fucking hot. Don’t be embarrassed. There are twenty-one-year-old girls in here wearing far more revealing clothes than you.”

She glanced around, licking her lips. He was right.
Becca Jameson. Grace: Corked and Tapped, Book Two (Kindle Locations 70-106). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I loved the conversation as it gets hotter and hotter. The hemming and hawing that leads to decisions that Grace might not normally make.

While I expected some of the outcome, I definitely got surprised. Plenty of build-up and extremely sensuous with sizzling heat.

I can’t wait to see what Becca has planned for the next book!

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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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Corked and Tapped – A New Series! Aria Book 1 by Becca Jameson


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

Aria
Corked and Tapped Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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“I can be Mike.” Those words, combined with his wry grin, sent a shiver down her spine. Her blind date was a no-show, but this man… Damn. If he was willing to step in, there was no way she was going to turn him down.

Nothing like signing up for dating sites and not finding a match. Giving a new site a chance, this one is different. No pictures on the premise that just maybe you could find someone based on what you really want in a partner.

Aria has played it safe this time too, she didn’t jump into a date, they emailed and then texted for a couple of weeks before she agreed to meet him. The bar they are meeting at is called Corked and Tapped, a smallish but nice place. Aria is a bit early and when the waitress tells her to sit anywhere mentions she’s meeting someone and told she could wait at the bar should she desire.

Looking around she waits for a bit, then decides to approach the one single man at the bar who could possibly be her date Mike.

His response to her inquiry is in the blurb and had me giggling.

However this is MY favorite scene.

“Mike” spoke to her again. “So, how much do you know about this Mike? These dating sites intrigue me. Do you really meet decent people through them?”

Aria ran a finger along the condensation on the side of her glass and then met his gaze. “So far, no. I have high hopes for Mike, though.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Or maybe I was wrong.” A few more people had wandered into the bar, but none of them fit the description she had of Mike.

It was seven fifteen now. Apparently he was a no-show. Gah.

“How many men have you gone on blind dates with?”

“This would have been my third.”

“And the first two?” He spun his body to more fully face her, giving her the opportunity to really take him in. She figured he was about forty. His five o’clock shadow caught her attention, making her wonder what it might feel like against her skin. His fingers were wrapped around his glass, his thumb absently stroking the condensation on the side. She couldn’t stop herself from wishing that hand were cupping her breast, that thumb gliding over her nipple.

Jeez, Aria. Stop it. You came here to meet another man. Even though he hadn’t shown up, she felt slightly guilty to be shifting her interest to the man next to her. A total stranger. Mike. She giggled inside.

Why not have a little fun? This guy was at least nice, an improvement over Thing One and Thing Two. She sighed. “The first guy was too quiet. I mean, I’m not overly shy myself or anything, but I do need a bit more help than he provided holding the conversation. He answered me with one-word responses most of the night, and by the end, I was having more of a conversation with the waiter about boxing up my leftovers than I’d had with him.”

Mike cringed. “Bummer. And the second one?”

“He talked nonstop about himself. I wanted to run from the room within about five minutes.”

“Yikes. Which brings us to Mike. I can’t imagine meeting up with a woman I’ve never even seen a picture of. You’re brave.”

She sat up straighter and smoothed the hem of her skirt over her thighs, thinking she needed to say something to make herself seem less pitiful. “It’s not like I know nothing about him. We exchanged messages through the site for a few weeks and then phone numbers. We’ve been texting for a while.”

“You haven’t spoken to him out loud?”

“Nope.” She winced. “I decided if I’m going all-in with the app, I would treat the whole thing more like a blind date. I sound desperate, don’t I?”

Her stand-in Mike shook his head. “Not at all. I think it’s incredibly courageous to put yourself out there like that.” He glanced down at her legs and back up. “Though I’m not sure why you need to. Why don’t you have a line of men waiting to date you?”

She flushed as she lifted her glass to sip her sparkling water. Then she glanced around dramatically and returned her attention to him. “I don’t see you on a date this Friday night. Where is your line of women?” she teased.

He laughed, his voice deep and sexy. “Touché.”

She lifted a brow. “It’s early, though. Maybe you were waiting on someone or you have plans later.” She found she would be disappointed if he did. It was obvious Mike had stood her up, but this guy was friendly and fun and sexy. Flirting with him was not going to be a hardship. Though she wondered if it made her look too easy or desperate. What kind of woman meets up with another man the moment her date is a no-show?

He shook his head. “Nope. No date tonight. I was just going to sit here and have a few beers and call it an early evening.” His huge smile made her heart race again. “Or…”

She swallowed.

“We could actually for real pretend I’m Mike. You’ll get the blind date you were expecting, and I won’t have to go home to an empty apartment and reruns on television.”

She searched his face. Was he into her? He didn’t have to do this. He could have blown her off at any moment if he weren’t interested. The way he looked at her made her believe he at least found her attractive. “Hmm. Sounds like a plan I can get on board with.”

He held her gaze for a moment, and then he reached up, smoothed a finger down her cheek, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

She shivered at the gentle contact as his hand trailed down the length of her long brown curls until he finally released the end. After picking up his draft beer and taking a drink, he set the glass back on the counter and met her gaze. “So, if the Mike guy you were going to meet was intriguing enough to go on a real date, tell me what I’m up against.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, fighting a grin. He was fun— sexy and fun.

“I’ll role play. Fill his shoes. What sorts of things did he say to you in his messages and texts? Obviously you were interested. So, I’ll pretend to be him.”
Becca Jameson. Aria: Corked and Tapped, Book One (Kindle Locations 95-133). Becca Jameson Publishing.

This ‘date’ rapidly heats up from here. The conversation alone is worthy of a prolonged encounter.

Kindle melting heat, with witty repartee and some interesting surprises!

Off to read Grace which is the second book in this series and releases the same day!

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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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Claiming London – Club Zodiac Book 6 By Becca Jameson



Claiming London
Club Zodiac Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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She’s living life on the edge…
He’s hell-bent on taming her…

After five years in an abusive marriage, London wants nothing to do with men ever again. In fact, she’d rather spend her life doing everything she missed out on while she was married. Bungee jumping. Skydiving. Submission…

Pierce has already been married once. It didn’t work out. Undercover cops make horrible husbands. No wonder his ex-wife left him. So why the hell is he pursuing another woman?

London is determined to keep Pierce at arm’s length. Friends with benefits? Hell yes. The sex is great. The dominance is amazing. But Pierce wants more than he should, and when emotions start getting tangled up in what was meant to be a no-strings situation, London has to decide if it’s worth it to risk her heart again…

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I love this series, the new Zodiac Club in Denver was about to open, and the managers have found their loves.

Then there’s London, she’s Aaron’s sister and the events that led to her now being a widow, also led her to Pierce. She’s getting her life back together finally, and he is about to stop waiting for her to be okay.

This is a favorite scene.

London sighed as she arrived at her apartment. Finding Pierce on her doorstep wasn’t unexpected of course.

And sure enough, his eyes were narrowed, and his head was cocked to one side. Yeah, he was going to lecture her.

She forced herself to ignore him, unlocked the door, and left him standing in the entry. He would come in of his own accord. She didn’t need to invite him.

She passed through the small living room to the attached kitchen area to set the box of doughnuts on the table. It would probably be a while before she was able to enjoy them. After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she leaned against the counter, crossing her ankles in front of her. She didn’t offer him anything. In fact, she hadn’t even spoken. “Go ahead. Get it out of your system. I’ve got other things to do.” Things that don’t involve listening to yet another lecture from the men in my life.

“What other things?” he asked, his shoulders relaxing. Was he smirking at her?

“None of your business. Maybe I have book club or maybe I’m going to get a piercing or maybe I just plan to go make new friends at the local bar.”

He gave her a slight smile now. “Book club?”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of them. Where people get together to discuss something they all read. I do read, you know. After all, I have a bachelor’s in English.”

Now, he fought harder against the smile, which infuriated her a bit. Sure, she was lying through her teeth about belonging to a book club, but he didn’t have to make fun of her. “What book did you read?”

She threw up her free hand. “Maybe we’re reading Anna Karenina. Jesus, Pierce.”

“Tolstoy, huh?” He shook his head. “You have friends. Why do you need new ones?”

“I had four friends, and one of them is my brother. One of them is his girlfriend. She hardly has a choice either. I assume I’m down to those two now that I broke Hope’s trust by telling everyone she was hiding out in my apartment.”

“Do you realize how scared Aaron was while he didn’t know where she was?”

And here we go…

“He spent the entire night worried about her. You had to know that.”

She rolled her eyes. “She’s not twelve. She’s a grown woman. She can make her own choices.”

“Yes. She can.” His voice rose. “But a good friend would have convinced her to at least let the people who care about her know she was safe.” He stood taller, his voice rising again. “I’m just saying—”

“Stop shouting at me.” She set her water down with a shaky hand and stomped past him to put some distance between them.

He spun toward her. “I’m not shouting.”

“Yes. You are. Don’t do it. If it makes you feel better to chew me out, go ahead. Get it out of your system. But don’t raise your voice. I don’t like it when men raise their voices.”

He sighed, stepping closer. “I’m sorry. That shitty excuse for a husband screamed at you, didn’t he?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. Pierce was perfectly aware of what her abusive husband did to her before he chased her down at Colin’s house, broke in, and fired enough rounds inside the room to get himself shot and killed by the police.

Pierce hadn’t been the one to shoot Louis. He’d been there as a detective, but outside. Really, he’d been there as a friend of Rayne. A friend who just conveniently happened to be on the police force.

“Hope isn’t mad at you. I spoke to Aaron. They worked things out. You’re not going to lose her as a friend.”

“She should be. I would be if I were her.”

“Chicks before dicks?” He grinned.

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s a bigger person than that. She wouldn’t have wanted you to let Aaron call the police and file a missing person’s report while you were standing right next to him and knew perfectly well where she was. It’s understandable.”

“Fine. Whatever. You done?” She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face Pierce right now. It hurt too badly. She hated knowing she’d disappointed him and probably lost him in the process.

“What other friend did you lose?”

She gave him the most exasperated look she could manage. “You. Now, are you done?” She headed for the door, intent on getting him to leave.

He didn’t follow her. “Why me?”

“Because I knew you would eventually barge in here all disappointed in me and lecture me about my bad choices. I’m not interested in being constantly judged. I don’t have time for that from anyone in my life anymore.” She opened the door and held it, sweeping one hand toward the hallway. “So. Off you go.”

He didn’t budge. Instead, his gaze trailed to the bandage on her biceps. “What happened to your arm?”

“I got a tattoo.”

His lips curved upward again. “Of course you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t get all offended. I’m just not surprised, is all.” He stared at her a moment and then slowly sauntered toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his expression strange and unreadable. When he reached her side, he pushed the door closed and kept advancing, forcing her back against it.

Before she could wrap her mind around his actions, he set his palm on her neck and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “But back to your earlier statement, I didn’t really want to be your friend anyway. I’ve known you for two months. At no point did I really think of you as a friend. I just pretended because I knew you needed time and space before I asked you out on a real date. I’m done waiting now.” His gaze shifted to her lips.

She gasped. Was he going to kiss her? It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He was the kind of man any woman would swoon over. Military. Police officer. Tall, dark, handsome. The works. This was the first time he’d gotten this close to her. It was also the first time she’d been certain he was interested in her in this way.

Kissing him was a bad idea, but she had no interest in stopping him. It had been so many years since anyone looked at her with the smoldering gaze he was currently using.

He seemed to gauge her reaction and found it agreeable because a moment later, his lips were on hers. Soft. Gentle. Smooth. And then rough and demanding as he tipped his head to one side and moaned into her mouth.

She grabbed his biceps to keep from collapsing to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle. All her bravado fled in an instant.
Becca Jameson. Claiming London (Kindle Locations 192-195). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book is filled with decisions for both London and Pierce. Things had to change, London needs to grow, and Pierce needs something a bit less dangerous than going undercover.

A page turning read, with lots of sensuous heat and a perfect new romance.

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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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Hot SEAL: Australian Nights – SEALs in Paradise Book 14 by Becca Jameson



Hot SEAL: Australian Nights
SEALs in Paradise Book 14
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Ten days… No strings attached…
The perfect vacation…

He’s a SEAL married to the team.
She’s his teammate’s little sister, all grown up.
He’s on the vacation of a lifetime.
She’s playing tour guide.
He’s everything she remembers and way more.
She’s no longer a gangly teenager.
He doesn’t ever want to get attached to a woman.
She doesn’t date military men.
How can they hook up and then walk away?
How can they not?
Everything about this no-strings-attached arrangement should be easy.
Except the part where they have to guard their hearts.

Hot SEAL, Australian Nights is part of the SEALs in Paradise series. Each book stands alone, and they can be read in any order.

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When planning a ten day vacation to Australia, Justus’ friend and fellow SEAL Tony has him contact his sister. Arianna is in Australia on a work/holiday visa.

Little does he know she has taken the entire time off to spend it with him, touring the sites and she just might have other things on her mind.

This is a favorite scene.

“You’re not kidding. This is truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been in my life,” he stated as they rode the ferry into Darling Harbour. Arianna took about a dozen pictures of them as they glided through the water.

She leaned into him again, lifting a finger. “That’s Pyrmont Bridge. We’ll walk across it and eat dinner on the other side of the harbour.”

As they exited the ferry, Justus took one of hundreds of deep breaths. He liked this woman. A lot. Too much. Why did the first woman to tempt him in years have to be Arianna Gallo?

After another selfie, she grabbed his hand innocently and tugged him toward the bridge.

He smiled at the back of her, unable to stop himself. After months of stressful serious work in Djibouti ending with an intense mission in Yemen, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so often, or even at all. Yes, he’d enjoyed a fun night with the rest of his team at McP’s in Coronado Island before traveling to Australia, but before that, he’d gone months without a break of any kind. His team had used that night to unwind a bit as a unit, reacclimate themselves with regular society before splitting up and going their separate ways.

Hell, even that night could hardly count as a break considering he’d spent it in the company of his team. Not a woman. And certainly no one nearly as appealing as Arianna.

Maybe the real reason he was so attracted to Arianna was because he hadn’t been with a woman for so long. Maybe it had nothing to do with her personally.

Right. Keep telling yourself that.

She released his hand to stop in the middle of the pedestrian bridge and against the green railing. Her face flushed, and he realized he was staring at her instead of the view.

He jerked his gaze toward the harbour and rested a hip on the railing next to her. If this were a date, it would rank as the best one he’d ever been on. She was so easy to be with. After taking in the view of various restaurants, shopping, and tourist attractions, he resumed looking at her profile.

“When did you change your hair?” he asked without thinking. He even lifted a hand to stroke down the length of it before he could stop himself. He found himself making every possible internal excuse to touch her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably senior year of high school or whenever I realized I was never going to get a date to any school dance with those out-of-control curls sticking out in every direction.”

He shifted his gaze from the smooth, grown-up version of her thick, dark hair to her face again as he let the soft lock fall through his fingers. He cleared his throat, knowing he needed to address the elephant nearly shoving them off the side of the bridge. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“What wasn’t supposed to happen?” she whispered.

“You. Me. The chemistry between us.”

She tucked her lips under her teeth.

“You’re attractive and fun and sweet and so many other things. My thoughts around you are not appropriate.”

She released her lips. “I could say the same about you.”

He feared she would say that. A mutual attraction was even worse. “There are nine hundred reasons why I shouldn’t touch you.”

She leaned in closer and flattened a hand on his chest, her hair blowing in the breeze while they stood in the center of this bridge in one of the most romantic places on earth. “You’ve already touched me.”

He smirked, setting his hand on top of hers and pressing her fingers into his pecs. Her skin was so soft. When he glanced down at their connection, it took his breath away. Her fingers darker than his, smaller, perfectly manicured pink nails, dainty. He wanted to lift those fingers to his lips and kiss the tip of every one.

Instead, he shifted his gaze back to meet hers. “We can’t get involved. Tony asked me to check up on you. I’m certain that was all he intended.”

She rolled her eyes. “Spare me a lecture about overprotective brothers. Tony isn’t here. I’m a grown adult. What I do with my time is none of his business.”

“Yeah, well. I would know, and there’s no way in hell I could face him when I return to base if I slept with his sister.”

She shrugged. “So, we won’t sleep.”

He groaned. “Arianna…”

“Why does it have to be such a big deal? How about if we just go with the flow and see what happens?”

“Because you’re not some woman I just met who’s interested in a fling.”

She shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Because I would never do that to you, even if Tony weren’t your brother. You’re not that kind of woman. I’m not a relationship guy. I have nothing to offer anyone. My entire focus for all but four weeks out of every year is on saving lives and staying alive myself. I’ve never wanted to be involved long-term with a woman. It’s a choice I made years ago. I see what it does to the rest of my team when they have to worry about someone other than themselves. It can put lives in danger.”

He lowered his voice, taking a deep breath. “I’m married to my job. I don’t have time for a woman.”

“Whoa.” She leaned back, tugging her hand free of his tight grip. “Who said anything about a relationship? If that’s what you’re worried about, you can ease your mind on that right now. I don’t date military men. Ever. For the same reasons you just listed. While you’ve watched what it does to your team, I’ve spent my life watching what it does to my relatives and friends, the ones left behind. The ones who worry and cry and stress over men they rarely see and have no idea where they’re even located. I’ve watched women give birth alone and raise kids alone and devote themselves to a very stressful life of single parenthood.” She shook her head rapidly. “I never want that, so don’t worry about me looking for anything long-term.”

Jesus. Her words shocked him. They also unnerved him. He couldn’t picture her having a fling and then walking away. He couldn’t even picture himself doing so, not with Arianna. Not with Tony’s sister.

“The point is we agree on this issue, so it’s not an issue.”

He smirked again. “Except it is, because Tony is still your brother.”

“So don’t tell him. He’s not my keeper, Justus. He doesn’t get to decide who I date or even who I sleep with. I’m sure he still thinks I’m some virginal girl who hasn’t been kissed.” She laughed.

Justus winced. He would also like to think that were true, even if it was unrealistic.

She groaned. “Come on, Justus. I’m twenty-three years old. You don’t really think I’m a virgin, do you?”

Now he cringed. “Can we perhaps not talk about your sex life with other men?” He gripped the railing with his left hand, trying to shake away images of Arianna in bed with another man. Another man who wasn’t himself.

She laughed again. “Sure. If it makes you feel better.”

“It does.” He rubbed his forehead, staring at her. Dammit. What a mess. The only reason he’d brought this subject up was because he needed to put his foot down and ensure she didn’t have any ideas. Apparently, she did have ideas and his plan had just backfired on him.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, Australian Nights (Kindle Locations 322-379). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Let me just say here, this book is kindle melting hot. The attraction between these two is off the charts. Which I’m sure was aided by Arianna having a crush on him since she was a teen.

There’s a bit of suspense and some trouble but nothing a SEAL can’t handle. With mind-blowing descriptions of the sites they visited, I really felt like I was there. Australia is on my bucket list.

I can’t wait to read the rest of this multi-author series.

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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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Making Memories – 6 Books – 6 Authors in an Anthology to Support American Cancer Research for Breast and Ovarian Cancer


This anthology contains BDSM elements, explicit sex, and adult language.
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Making Memories

Featuring

Roses and Thorns by Becca Jameson
Keys to Happiness by Brooke Lee
Parallell Reality by Virginia Johnson
Tangled Up In You by S.L. Carpenter
Because of You by A.L. Long
In Her Dreams by Rose C. Carole

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Roses and Thorns
Club Zodiac Book 4.5

Becca Jameson

A decade may have passed, but neither of them forgot…

Denver’s Roses and Thorns was first mentioned in Mastering Rayne as Colin and Aaron are working to set up the new Club Zodiac. Master Robert is the owner of the club and he’s about to get quite the surprise.

Macy has decided it’s time to shake things up and convinces Ella to go to the Club with her, leaving out the fact it’s a BDSM club. At first Ella isn’t sure about the whole thing but then she is intrigued. The last person she expected to see was Robert, her ex. The one she can’t forget.

This is a favorite scene.

She narrowed her gaze further, ignoring his question. “You broke up with me.”

He nodded. “I did. It seemed…necessary.” Though for some reason he couldn’t fathom why at the moment.

“Was there another woman?” she asked, making him realize she had spent the past decade wondering why he’d dumped her while he’d spent those ten years missing her intensely.

He shook his head. “No. No one who mattered. Not then. And not since.”

She closed her eyes slowly, tipping her face into his palm. “Why, then?”

“You were so young. Innocent. Way too good for me. I didn’t want to introduce you to my world. It didn’t seem fair.”

Suddenly, she took a step back, jerking away from his hand and crossing her arms. “You broke up with me because you didn’t want to tell me you owned a chain of fetish clubs?”

He nodded. It seemed ludicrous now all of the sudden. But he rushed to explain. “I’m a Dom, Ella. I rarely date outside of the fetish world. You were the one and only woman I ever went out with that long, pretending to be vanilla.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Pretending…”

He inhaled slowly. “I don’t mean to imply our entire relationship was a farce. I wasn’t pretending to enjoy your company. I simply didn’t want you to know I was a Dom.”

For long moments, she said nothing. He feared she might turn around and walk away from him. He wasn’t willing to risk that, so he spoke again. “Would you permit me to take Jerry’s place? Show you around? Demonstrate a few things if you’re interested?”

“Why? Why now? You walked away from me a decade ago, and now you want to show me your world?”

“I tried to stay out of sight and let you explore on your own, but when I realized Master Jerry was going to do more than show you his implements, I couldn’t…” He cleared his throat. “I couldn’t watch. If you want to learn more, I’ll be the one to show you.”

“Awfully cocky of you.” She tipped her head to one side, sliding more into the defensive. “Perhaps I’d rather have Jerry show me. It’s been a long time, Robert. Maybe I don’t want to spend time with you. Maybe I’ve moved on.” Her face flushed a darker red as she spoke.

He took another gamble, one of many he imagined taking before the night was over, and stepped closer. He reached for her crossed arms and tugged them. She easily released her grip and let him lower her hands to her sides.

She was shaking. She also licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. He could feel her pulse at her wrists. Nothing about her stance matched her words.
He lowered his voice. “Have you?”

“Of course.” Her voice was too weak. Sharp. Her response too quick.

He smiled. “Well, I haven’t. And I don’t believe you have either.”

She gasped.

“Do me a favor. Give me two hours. Let me introduce you to my world. I won’t ask you for anything else. Just two hours under my care. Afterward, you can walk right out the door without even giving me your phone number.”
Jameson, Becca. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 339-356). Kindle Edition.

The chemistry between these two is off the charts and the story compelling.

I love second chance stories and this one is kindle melting.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!


Keys to Happiness

Brooke Lee

I need to take a break. Figure out who I am and where I want to go in this next chapter of my life.

Divorced after many years of marriage can be difficult, but being able to remain friends is a gift.

Now starting over in a place that is warm and full of good memories of the past. Pat has made some friends and also a decision to find a more permanent residence.

This is a favorite scene.

“Pat, what are you doing here so early?” Dorian asks.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you still be sleeping? Recovering from your amazing performance?” Greta asks with a shit-eating grin.

“If I weren’t a gentleman, I might consider telling you were to stick that smart-ass compliment, but since I am, I’ll let it go.”

Greta returns my comment with a raspberry and Dorian lets out a hearty chuckle. These two women are probably a big reason I decided to stay. Their easy-going ways made me feel like I belonged. Yeah, they asked about my life, and maybe were a bit nosier than I would have liked, but never have I felt an ounce of judgment from them. When I’m with them the air around me seems somehow lighter and I like that.

“So, really, what brings you down here this time of day? Need a bit of the hair of the dog?”

I slide onto my usual barstool and fold my hands on the bar top in front of me. “Nah, had that already over at the diner. I just came back from a jog and impromptu swim. Can I get a water?”

Greta places a glass in front of me and angles the drink spout over top, shooting the chilled water into the glass. In two gulps, I’ve drained the contents and she just as quickly gives me a refill.

“I was thinking it’s time for me to start looking for a more permanent residence and thought you two,” I wiggle my long finger between the two beauties, “may have some thoughts on decent, inexpensive rentals in the area.”

As if waiting for me to ask, Dorian responds quickly. “As a matter of fact, I know of a great place.”

“Really?” I ask in excitement.

“Yep, my Aunt owns a little quadplex off of Whitehead Street. She rents three of the units out to tourists mainly, but I’m sure she’d consider renting to you for an extended period, if you’re interested.” Greta looks over at Dorian with almost a what the fuck expression. I’m not sure what’s going on with these two, but honestly, I don’t know that I care.

“What is the rent?”

“I’m not sure considering she usually rents it by the week, but I bet she’d be willing to make you a good deal since you are a friend of ours.”

“Sounds great. Would you talk to her for me?”

“You bet. I’ll call her now.” Dorian reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her cell phone, before stepping away to make the call.
Lee, Brooke. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 916-936). Kindle Edition.

The apartment is perfect and Pat is happy with it, that is until he realizes the owner is the woman who broke his heart by disappearing so very long ago.

Another kindle melting second chance journey.

5 Contented Purrs for Brooke!


Parallel Reality

Virginia Johnson

I never considered him a mistake because he was the best thing that I had found. He was also the best thing that I was forced to lose.

Erin’s ten year reunion was coming up and she was on the ledge about going, even though she had the plane tickets and reservations. In many ways she wanted to go, if only to see if Landon would be there.

The pain of letting him go all those years ago is still with her, but she accomplished the goals her parents set for her.

This is a favorite scene.

1:46 am
Why now? Why message me now?

1:47 am
You have to go to the reunion. I will be there and I want to see you.

What was I supposed to say? He was the only reason that I would go and now, he is going to be there and wanted to see me. An hour ago, I had a novel worth of things to say to him. Right now, I could barely form a sentence.

1:49 am
You knew enough about me, but how can I be sure that you are who you say that you are?

1:49 am
You lied to me and I let you get away with it. You told me that you didn’t love me and I let you go on for years letting you think I believed you.  

1:50 am
I know better now. I should have called you a week ago. Things may have been different now.

1:50 am
You could call me now.

1:52 am
I am not in a place that I can talk. Even this is a bit more than most are allowed.

I was hesitant in my request because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to talk to him. Not yet. I was relieved by his response.

1:53 am
Ok. I will go to the reunion.

1:53 am
I want you to know that I forgive you. For everything that you said. I never believed it.

1:54 am
I shouldn’t have done it and you are right, I am sorry.

1:55 am
How did you know that I wasn’t going? I had already bought my plane ticket.

1:56 am
Like it or not, I know you. I knew you 10 years ago and it is nice to see that the real you didn’t change.

1:57 am
I am the same person.

1:58 am
With no leash, exactly the Erin that I fell in love with and never stopped. Good night, Erin.
Johnson, Virginia. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 1590-1614). Kindle Edition.

The reunion began like every reunion, as old friends and acquaintances meet up. However, this one had a most surprising twist. After reading the first two books, it was both shocking and thought provoking.

Get the tissues out for this one.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!


Tangled Up In You

S.L. Carpenter

Breaking up is always hard. It’s even harder when you have no idea what you’re going to do next.

Getting out of an abusive relationship is not easy, but Kayla was strong and leaves. She’s moved back to where she grew up and was happy. Fortunate that there was a place for her to move into on the property of family friends.

She runs into their son Seth again while out with a girlfriend and then again as he picks up his sick daughter at the school where she’s working.

Reconnecting they have that first date while his daughter is visiting with her mother.

This is a favorite scene.

They shared grins, enjoyed the meal and spent the rest of the time reminiscing about the old days, both good and bad. She told him about her new job, and he told her that Maria had invited him to the cookout the next day. She was going to be there too.

She smiled across the table, happy, relaxed and knowing that the non-date was going well. The drive wasn’t bad, even for Reno, and they laughed and listened to old songs that brought back crazy memories. Even though they were older now, and both had been through a lot, they slipped easily back into their roles as the closest of friends, without benefits.

It occurred to her toward the end of their meal that one of the most impressive things about Seth was the fact that he never dug his phone out of his pocket and checked his email. He focused his attentions on her. And his steak. Man, he could eat. A dirty little thought ran through her head as she wondered if he was this passionate when eating other things.

Seth had moved into dessert mode, talking her into sharing a dish of tiramisu, and busily inhaling his half, when he looked up at her, and paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Her eyes were locked on something behind him. He turned, but all he could see were people wandering around in the casino outside the restaurant.

“What’s wrong?”

Kayla blinked and looked down at her lunch. “Nothing, I thought I saw something.”

“You don’t look okay. What was it? What did you see?”

“It was…”

She never got the chance to finish her sentence.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s here having a good time. Hello, sexy.” A man’s voice sounded behind him and obviously upset Kayla. He watched her lift her chin and put down her coffee cup carefully into the saucer.

“Hello Evan.”

“So, who’s the new guy? This your next victim?” The man moved up next to Kayla.

Seth wasn’t sure if he should get up and stick his steak knife into this asshole’s neck or keep quiet. So he decided to shoot for something in between.

“Hey bud, we’re enjoying our evening. Why don’t you do the same? I’m sure you can find yourself a crack whore to take care of you.” Then he eased away from the table and rose to his feet.

Evan wasn’t the smartest of characters, and hadn’t noticed that the guy slurping tiramisu was actually six inches taller and at least thirty pounds heavier than him. Those thirty pounds were muscle.

He looked up at Seth and did his best to puff out his inadequate chest. It was a failed attempt but he didn’t want to back down.

“I’m in a good mood and I would prefer not to make a scene. Kayla obviously doesn’t want you here, so how about you go back out the way you came in, before I drag you out.” Seth smiled. “By the balls. Assuming you have ‘em.” He sat back down. He fought his anger, but under the table his fists clenched as waited for Evan to shoot off his mouth and say something else.

“Well Kayla, I’ll be contacting you about that money you owe me, and those other items you stole.” With a smirk he looked over to Seth. “Be careful with this one, stud. She may be a great fuck, but she’ll rip your heart out.”
Carpenter, S.L.. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 1969-1994). Kindle Edition.

Lots of fun and a seriously intense twist in this second chance story. Plus it also contains some kindle melting heat.

5 Contented Purrs for S.L.!


Because Of You

A.L. Long

He was her first love, her first kiss, the man who left without a word.

Jillian was just trying to get everything ready for a big meeting. The caterers were late and after confirming they wouldn’t be on time, Jillian sets out to pick up the food.

An accident has her pinned in her car and the next thing she knows she’s in the hospital. The first voice she actually registers is one she never thought to hear again.

Nash was her surgeon, her first love the one who left without a word.

It’s after he discharges her that he calls for a date.

This is a favorite scene.

Taking her glass of wine, she took a seat on the couch in the living room and waited patiently for Nash to arrive. Picking up her phone from the coffee table, she looked at the time and saw that he should arrive any minute. As she was getting ready to check her emails, there was a knock at the door.

Downing the rest of her wine, she placed the empty glass on the counter as she made her way to the door. Taking a quick look at herself in the hall mirror, she had to admit that she looked good for as nervous as she was. Opening the door, Nash was even more handsome than when she had seen him in his scrubs. He was wearing a black suit jacket with a white button-down shirt underneath. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he came from a photo shoot. He was every bit as gorgeous as any top male model.

Knowing she was staring at him, she said, “Please come in.”

Before he walked past her, Nash leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her cheek. “You look amazing.” Jillian could feel her cheeks turn every shade of red as the innocent kiss had an effect on her. Smiling up at him, she remained speechless.

Closing the door and taking a deep breath, Jillian tried to regain her composure as she followed him to the living room. Her hands were sweaty and just like the first date she had with him, there were butterflies in her stomach. She was no longer that young girl, but she couldn’t deny that he still made her giddy inside.

Rubbing her hands together, she asked, “Would you like a glass of wine before we go?” knowing that she could use another one.

“That would be great,” he replied.

Walking on unsteady legs, she managed to make it to the kitchen without falling. Jillian pulled another glass from the cupboard and filled it with the bottle of wine she had left on the counter. Filling her glass as well, she proceeded to the living room where Nash had taken a seat on the couch.

His leg was crossed at his knee, which gave her the impression that he had made himself at home. She wondered how he could be so relaxed while every nerve in her body was having a heyday. Sitting beside him, she carefully handed him his wine. Touching their glasses in a toast, Jillian waited until he took a sip before taking one of her own.

Placing his glass on the table, she watched him look around taking in his surroundings before he asked, “So, how long have you lived here?”

Placing her glass next to his she replied, “A little over five years.”

“Why Montana? I pictured you as a Cali girl for life.”

“There wasn’t anything left for me there. Mom and Dad sold the house and moved to Arizona. I could have followed them, but decided on a change. I needed a new start, so when I heard about this job, I applied and well… here I am.”

As they continued to talk, Jillian found out that Nash hadn’t spoken to his parents since he graduated from Cornell. He didn’t want them to control his life and after he got divorced, they literally gave up on him anyway. Feeling the need to get away from them, he moved to Montana, where he did his residency and was later hired on full time at St. Vincent.

Feeling the asperity he had toward his parents, Jillian placed her hand on his leg to comfort him. Even though she had a great relationship with her parents, she saw how much he was hurting from not having the relationship with his that every child should have with their parents. As she looked down at her hand, there was an unmistakable connection between them. Drawing her eyes to his, her hand remained on his leg as she leaned in closer to him. Thoughts began racing in her mind as she was taken back to when they were in high school.

There was no hesitation between them; he took her lips as his own. Parting her lips, she allowed him further inside, wanting nothing more than to bring back what she had forever missed. He swept his tongue inside, exploring every inch. Jillian knew that a kiss like this could only have one conclusion, and yet, she had no desire to stop.
Long, A.L.. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 2518-2548). Kindle Edition.

The spark between them had never dulled, but of course things can’t go totally smooth.

A couple of twists and turns and plenty of kindle melting scenes.

5 Contented Purrs for A.L.!


In Her Dreams

Rose C. Carole

He appears in her dreams when she least expects it…

Jamie was shocked to wake from a dream of her ex to find him sitting next to her, in the airport of all places.

This is a favorite scene.

“Are you all right?”

Huh? The voice didn’t make sense. It was the voice of her lover, but it came from next to her. Her eyes shot open and she turned, looking into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, as blue as the ocean she’d been imagining, blue eyes she could never forget. Alex!

He was looking at her with an expression of concern, but his eyes betrayed an element of amusement. A flush rose over her body as she realized he had figured out what she had been dreaming about. 

“I’m fine,” she replied curtly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Traveling back to New York. Same as you, obviously…. Were you thinking of me?”

Good guess? It had been eons ago, a time when she thought she’d be happy forever, that her life had come together perfectly and she was with the man of her dreams. Before it all fell apart. Did he remember it?

“Of course not. Why would I, you arrogant son of a bitch? After you left, I forgot everything about you!”

She grabbed her purse and carry-on and shot up. She needed to get away from his perceptive gaze. He’d always known what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He could see into her soul and knew how to manipulate her. She couldn’t let the shock of seeing him again keep her from fleeing. She’d always been so vulnerable to him. If she wasn’t careful, he’d sneak back into her heart again.

“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” Alex said. “Please don’t leave on my account. I’ll leave you alone.”

“I’d like a drink,” she huffed. “I’m not leaving because of you.”

“Let me buy you one as a token of my contrition for ruining your peace.”

She didn’t hesitate for a moment. “No. I’d rather be alone.”

“That’s not what it sounded like a minute ago,” he replied.

Crap! He did know what she was dreaming about. She turned without saying another word and stormed off.
Carole, Rose C. Making Memories (Kindle Locations 2794-2809). Kindle Edition.

Alex had never forgotten Jamie, his obligations to his mother were overwhelming and he did what he had to do at the time.

Jamie needs to decide if she can risk her heart again to him.

Passionate, intense, and I think my kindle may have melted again.

5 Contented Purrs for Rose!


Becca’s Bio and Links

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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Brooke’s Bio and Links

Growing up, Brooke’s mother instilled a deep respect for the English language and a love of words. She taught Brooke to read and write and shared her appreciation for poetry. As a teen, poetry became an outlet for Brooke’s innermost thoughts and deepest, often times darkest feelings.

In school, teachers always told her “write what you know”, so that is what she did. At the not so tender age of forty-three, she started to write her first novel, I Am ShelbyJames (Beauty in the Darkness) and it is what she knows—emotions.

In her spare time—when she’s not writing—you can find Brooke cuddled on the couch with her husband of 20+ years, their fur babies, and a good (often naughty) eBook—unless of course she’s having cocktails with her Bestie at one of their favorite haunts.

 

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Virginia’s Bio and Links
A love for reading and writing is a new concept for Virginia.
Before the Twilight rave and a need to know the ending after Eclipse was released in theaters, Virginia preferred to watch the movie or convince a friend to read the book for her.Needing to know the story of a random homeless man that she encountered on a freeway exit ramp, was the only reason she began writing in the first place.Soulless Nights spawned from the unknown story and a dare from her friends.She has had the pleasure of working with some of her favorite authors.Street teams and beta reading were what led her to the world of writing.She has released Soulless Nights, Vindicate, Expiate, Cessation, Always Never, Secondary Silence, Secondary Disaster, The Xmas Effect, The Blood of Abigail, Correcting Code 1.1, and the Bad Words Made Funny Series!She recently released Night Tales Vol 1. Wich consist of 3 short stories featured in anthologies.She also has co-written 3 books: Seraphines (Julia Clare) ,Bound by an Echo (Julia Clare) & Kepler: Humanity’s Ark ( Kyle Perkins )She is currently working on a Correcting Code novella.

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S.L.’s Bio and Links

Hello, my name is S.L. Carpenter. I wear many different hats in this weird little world. I’m a writer, an artist, a family man and cookie lover. My greatest joys are making people laugh and squirm and scratch their heads at my unique style of storytelling. I call California home and have been here my whole life. I know…poor me.

I’ve been writing my special brand of insane little stories for many years, but it’s only been in the last two decades that I’ve managed to persuade folks to publish them. My backlist now includes single titles, anthologies and several books co-written with my writing partner (and webmistress) Sahara Kelly. They are available at Amazon.com/Kindle Unlimited.

Please note: I have recently received the rights back to many of my earlier publications, so my book list is shorter these days. I am in the process of revising and re-editing these books. Look for your old favorites in new exciting versions soon.

So dig around and find out a bit more if you like – just excuse the mess. I’m a guy. What can I say?

I hope you’ll like the things in my site and if you want to keep in touch with what’s happening, check out some of the links here, and touch base with me on Facebook, or better still, subscribe to my newsletter.

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A.L.’s Bio and Links

Award winning author of the Independent Press Award for Distinguishing Favorite. Recipient of the National Indie Excellence award for Erotica Romance.

My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.

Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little spice.

When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.

Out of everything, she enjoys driving in her little convertible with the top down.

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Rose’s Bio and Links

Rose has been an avid reader all her life and pursued that obsession into the publishing business, where she worked in both production and editorial for books and magazines. When her son went off to college, she decided to fulfill another dream and went to culinary school, thinking she would write a cookbook but loving the cooking so much she became a caterer. But her love for books is ever present, and she finally decided it was time to reconnect with her own creative muse and write the kinds of books she enjoys reading. She hopes her readers enjoy them as well.

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Trusting Aaron – Club Zodiac Book 5 by Becca Jameson



Trusting Aaron
Club Zodiac Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Her innocence gives him pause…
Her baggage is a red flag…

Hope can’t marry a man who doesn’t love her. She won’t. It would be better to flee the church and jump into the first car that pulls up out front.

Aaron is late for the wedding, but why in the hell is the bride running toward his car, fluffy tulle in her hands, and why does she jump inside and tell him to drive?

Aaron hardly knows the bride, but it doesn’t take long to realize two things: she’s running from her problems, and she’s far too innocent for a man like him.

This runaway bride is on a mission, however. Lose her virginity and learn everything she can about submission. If Aaron won’t help her, Hope will find someone who will.

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Hope Davenport has decided to flee her wedding much to the dismay of her mother. This book opens as she jumps into Aaron’s car and tells him to drive, surprising the living daylights out of him.

Aaron was late arriving to this wedding thanks to airlines and traffic, more than once he wonders what would have happened if it hadn’t been him in that car.

It’s not just getting Hope away from the church though, she’s gotten it through her head for Aaron to drive her to Denver and show her other things as well.

This is a favorite scene as they begin that journey.

Aaron’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What?”

“You heard me.” Her cheeks flushed a dark red as she glanced at her lap.

“Yeah. I heard you, but you’re out of your mind.”

She jerked her attention back to him. “Why? I think I’m more in my right mind than I’ve ever been. I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin. I’m tired of wondering what all the hype is about. You’re sexy, smoking hot, kind, generous, fun, friendly, honest, and a good listener. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give my virginity to. I know you’re a good guy because my sister likes you. I trust you.”

He leaned back, holding his hands up, palms out. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to have sex with Hope Davenport. He shouldn’t have even touched her.

He had no idea why he’d grabbed her hand and then felt the need to run his fingers through her hair. But he’d given her the wrong idea. For one thing, she’d run away from her own wedding just hours ago. For another thing, she had no idea what kind of kink he was into.

“Hope, it’s not going to happen.”

“Why the hell not? You said no man in the same room as me could possibly avoid an erection.” She glanced at his lap.

He moaned and shifted his weight side to side. She wasn’t wrong. His cock had been hard from the moment he pulled that first hairpin out, which was probably why he hadn’t stopped himself from touching her and leading her on. She had smelled so good, and every little noise she made as he removed those damn pins had gotten under his skin, making him crave things he should not have been pondering.

This was his fault. “That’s true.” He wasn’t going to lie. Besides, how the hell could he. She had eyes. “Nevertheless, I can and will control my dick. It’s staying in my pants for the duration of our time together.”

Speaking of which, he needed to get her someplace safe, have her call her sister, and get someone to pick her up. No way was he driving her to Denver. He didn’t know why he’d ever entertained the idea in the first place.

She looked like she might cry. She sucked in a breath, swallowing. Of course she would be emotional after what she’d been through, but he hated how he was contributing her to stress level. His chest tightened as her eyes filled with tears. And then they fell down her cheeks. Dammit. Her lip trembled and she swiped at the streaks with her fingers.

Fuck. “Hope…” He could not stand it when a woman cried. It brought him to his knees.

“No. Really. It’s okay.” She leaned away from him, hugging the door and turning to stare out it. “You were just saying those things to humor me and make me feel better.”

He groaned. “No, baby, I was not. I may have totally botched this up, but I never lied to you.” He couldn’t leave her thinking he’d made all that up. She was hurting. She needed reassurance. How the hell had he gotten into this mess?

Damn his GPS and the late flight and the hotel room not being ready. If he’d arrived at the church five minutes earlier, he would have been sitting in his pew watching her run out the door with everyone else. He would not now be responsible for a hysterical runaway bride.

On the flip side, he shuddered to imagine her sitting here with some other man, whatever random person might have driven up behind him. He sighed and reached for her hand, wrapping his palm around it and tugging it away from her lap. Her fingers were so small against his much larger ones. He closed his eyes and inhaled, which was probably also a mistake since she smelled fantastic.

She jerked her face toward him again, shocking him. “Prove it.”

“Prove what?” He cringed. God, please tell me she isn’t suggesting what I think she’s suggesting.
Becca Jameson. Trusting Aaron: Club Zodiac, Book Five (Kindle Locations 444-473). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I kind of felt sorry for Aaron, he was really caught in a conundrum. She is Rowen’s sister-in-law and vanilla to boot. The question becomes, can he show her and let her go.

This was a fun book, the conversations between them were priceless. The interactions kindle melting and the revelations perfect.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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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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ARC Review of Mastering Rayne – Club Zodiac Book 4 by Becca Jameson


Mastering Rayne
Club Zodiac Book 4
By
Becca Jameson


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Secrets can turn into lies if they’re kept for too long…

For Rayne, guarding deep family secrets is a way of life. It’s ingrained. It prevents her from ever getting close to anyone.

Colin is building a new life in Denver. He has a club to open, a personal training business to grow, and an abused sister to rescue.

Rayne and Colin have known each other for years, but they’ve never scened together. Until now… A chance meeting in a club can change everything.

There’s just one problem. Colin’s ex-girlfriend made him extremely leery of women who are hiding something. Secrets raise huge red flags.

Their chemistry is undeniable. Ropes, blindfolds, workout benches, bed posts, spankings, denial…

They click. Rayne knows it. Colin knows it. But the secrets get in the way. Without trust, there is no foundation.

Mastering Rayne is the fourth book in the Club Zodiac series. It features Rayne, a character fans will remember from Training Sasha. The hero is Master Colin, a character from another local club, Breeze. Master Colin also made an appearance in Dark Nightmares, which released in November of 2018 in the Dark Falls series.

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I love this series, Becca has written several types of BDSM relationships into a series that shows how different they can be. In this book we get to know Rayne and Colin.

Colin and Aaron have moved to Denver to open a new Zodiac club. The Miami club is now a huge success and they are ready to expand. Colin was particularly pleased to take on this site since his sister lives in Denver and he believes she is in an abusive relationship and wants to get her out of it and safe.

One of Rayne’s many secrets is she was raised in Denver. She moved back to her family home on graduating with her law degree and is a now a successful divorce attorney. This is fortuitous since Colin’s sister London is in need of one although she isn’t quite ready to file.

Colin has watched Rayne and they have been acquaintances since she was with Rowan, but he has never done a scene with her. Although that is about to change as they run into each other at Roses and Thorns.

This is a favorite scene.

Finally, she slowly turned around, and a flush ran up her chest as she confirmed her suspicion. Colin Wynne. He had his back to her, but there was no mistaking his muscular shoulders, bulging arms, and the distinctive tattoo on one arm. He was more filled out than she remembered him. Bulkier than a year ago.

Even though she’d just seen him on Tuesday, she hadn’t been able to appreciate his full physique. He’d had on a button-up shirt and slacks. Tonight, however… Lordy.

He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. He was also handling a long length of rope, which didn’t surprise her since she’d often seen him create amazing artistic designs with nothing more than a woman’s body and several feet of rope.

As she approached, drawn like a magnet, he must have sensed her because he slowly turned around.

The smile that lit up his face made her heart race. God, he was sexy tonight. His hair was longer on top than it had been in Miami, the locks falling across his forehead.

“Rayne…” His voice was deep and rough.

“Hey,” she responded, licking her lips and feeling like a dork. Normally, in her day-to-day world, she was confident to the point of cocky, but as she closed the distance with Colin, she felt anything but confident.

She had no idea what he’d ever thought of her, or even if he had ever considered her for a moment.

“Are you a member here?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you around. Granted, I’ve only been here a half a dozen times myself.”

She shook her head. “No. This is my first time.” Shit. Wouldn’t he wonder why she picked tonight? The first weekend night since he’d stepped into her office?

He lifted a brow. “Really? Do you belong to another club in the Denver area?”

“No.” Suddenly chilled under his scrutiny, she crossed her arms and rubbed her biceps with her palms. “I haven’t had time to explore much.”

“You’ve been here a year,” he pointed out.

“Yes.”

Slowly he nodded. And then he glanced down at the rope and held it up. “I was hoping to create a piece of art tonight. You want to be my canvas?”

She swallowed. She wanted to be his canvas more than she wanted her next breath. She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “I’d like that.” Though she’d always been at least peripherally attracted to him when they’d both lived in Miami, she’d never scened with him. For over a year, she’d been with Rowen, and after that Colin had had a girlfriend too. She wondered what happened to the woman. It seemed unlikely he was still with her. Rayne tried to remember her name. Sarah. Right.

He reached out with his free hand, and she set hers in his. And then he hauled her closer. She could feel his heat when she found herself inches from his body. His hand roamed up her arm and then higher until he cupped her face. “It occurs to me that even though we’ve known each other a long time, we’ve never scened together.”

She nodded. “True. I was with Rowen when I met you, and then you had a girlfriend after that. Sarah, right?”

“Yes. We broke up after you moved to Denver.” His words were soft, as was his touch on her cheek. He met her gaze. “How much experience do you have with rope bondage?”

“A little. Not much.” To be honest, it had always intrigued her, but she hadn’t ever met someone she trusted to thoroughly tie her up. She’d seen Colin in action, though. She knew he was an amazing rigger. The sight of the rope in his hands made her pussy clench.

Colin threaded his fingers in her hair and ran them through the length. “So silky,” he commented softly. “I’ve always wondered what it might feel like.”

He had? Yikes.

“Do you have a hairband? I don’t want it to get caught in my knots.”

She fought the urge to tip her face into his hand when it returned to her cheek, his thumb stroking casually across her jaw. Instead, she lifted her gaze to meet his as she tucked two fingers into the tight front pocket of her jean skirt and extracted a band.

Unsure if he intended for her to pull her hair back or if he wanted to do it himself, she fingered the band for a moment. Finally, he released her face, gently extracted the hairband from her palm, and turned her to face away from him.

As if he were a hairdresser who played with women’s locks every day, he expertly gathered her length at the base of her neck and then threaded it through the band. After a few passes, he trapped the ends and then doubled it again, forming a bun.

The entire time he had his hands in her hair, her body came more fully alive.
Becca Jameson. Mastering Rayne (Kindle Locations 384-421). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

What was intended to be a one night thing becomes a bit more as Colin reiterates his concern for her lack of self-defense knowledge and fitness.

This book is sizzling and has all kinds of secrets coming out. More with London’s abusive husband and one twist after another had me turning the pages long after my bedtime.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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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