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Ride Hard – Roughstock Riders Book 1 by Tessa Layne


Ride Hard
Roughstock Riders Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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When disgraced bull rider Ty Sloane agreed to take a job as foreman at Falcon Ridge Ranch, he didn’t count on having to share his job or his cabin with twenty-one-year-old rising star barrel racer Maybelle Johnson. She tests his patience by day and drives him to distraction by night, but she’s off limits—too young and innocent for the likes of an ex-con like him.

As far as Maybelle is concerned, Ty Sloane can go jump in a lake. The cocky bull rider is a thorn in her side, both at the ranch and on the road. But he makes her feel things no man has ever made her feel, and as she learns about his past, she can’t help but develop a soft spot for him.

When trouble finds Maybelle on the rodeo circuit, Ty puts it all on the line for the sweet young woman who’s captured his heart, even though it may cost him his freedom.

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I love Prairie and the Flint Hills, the characters created by Tessa Layne are very real and bring out so many emotions.

This book opens with preparation for Lexi and Jarrod’s wedding, before the ceremony the ranch is business as usual. Teddy Grace has hired cousin Maybelle to be foreman on his ranch. He’d had a hard time trying to find someone dedicated and capable to fill the position, and Maybelle has all that and more.

Teddy had also asked Colton Kincaid for assistance finding someone, and signals just got crossed big time.

Ty Sloane is being released from prison after serving time for assault. Although he was protecting a woman at the time, she changed her story resulting in his incarceration. When he’s granted parole he’s very surprised to see Colton waiting for him. They are the source of the new position as foreman of Falcon Ridge Ranch and Ty is happy to accept. They also have a part-time position in mind for him with their Bull-Riding school.

Arriving at the ranch, Colt drops Ty off at the foreman’s cabin and heads off to find Teddy.

This is a favorite scene.

This had to be some kind of a joke. Back on the circuit they’d been generous with their pranks. And Colt was a master. Reaching for his phone, he shot off a text to Colt.

Are you punking me?

Dots appeared on his screen, then a message. No?

Is someone staying here? Ty texted back in a hurry.

Colton’s answer came quickly. Cabin’s been empty for ages. If there’s stuff you don’t want, put it outside, we can take care of it later.

“Huh.” Ty shook his head, glancing about the cabin again. Seemed awful prissy for him, but Colt had mentioned one of the Grace sisters had lived in the cabin previously. Nevertheless, the cabin was his now, and that pink shit was going. He glanced down at the pile of very feminine clothing at his feet. Whoever lived here before must have been in a hurry to leave. “No wonder.” He scooped up the filthy clothes and tossed them on the porch. “The color’s enough to give you indigestion.”

He beelined for the sofa and pulled off the blankets spread across the back, ignoring their plush softness and the fresh-as-spring scent. He was too used to industrial cleaners and the smell of bleach permeating everything. The curtains were less cooperative. Whoever had hung them had obviously decided they weren’t coming down, ever. But they were, and as he gave a strong yank, the hardware pulled loose from the wall. Ty let out a startled grunt as he lost his purchase, dropping to the floor with a curse and coming face to face with an enormous white, fluffy, and very angry cat, who yowled and hissed as it scrambled away.

Alarm bells sounded in Ty’s head. What in the hell was a cat doing in here? He stood, dusting himself off again, and shot off another text to Colt. Does the cat come with the cabin? He wasn’t a pet kind of guy, let alone a white, fluffy cat kind of guy. But beggars couldn’t be choosers either, so he’d make do.

“H-hello?” a distinctly feminine voice asked.

Ty froze.

“Hello?” the voice asked again, more firmly.

He turned toward the voice as a vision wrapped in a white towel stepped from what must be the bathroom, wielding a plunger like a baseball bat. His heart gave one enormous thud, then paused, suspended somewhere between shock and awe. She was a tiny thing, probably just over five feet in his estimation, with wide blue eyes the color of a mountain sky, a round face flushed pink, and a plump lower lip. Her towel covered full breasts — barely — and skimmed the top of long shapely legs. He half-wondered where she was hiding her wings, because surely no earthly being could be so perfect. Except for the scowl that pulled down her mouth, and the flash in her eye. And the plunger. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but he got the message loud and clear. He wasn’t welcome.

In spite of that, he couldn’t stop staring. An odd sensation rippled through him, so foreign, he barely recognized it for what it was. But when the energy balled low in his belly, a forgotten part of his brain snapped back to life. The sensation only intensified when the beauty in front of him spoke. “Who are you and what are you doing in my cabin?”

Her sweet southern lilt that was at once haughty and husky resonated in his bones. The old Ty would have turned on the charm, disarmed her with a grin, and sweet-talked the towel off in no time, in order to sample the garden of earthly delights and bring them both to the climax they both wanted. And it was clear she wanted. He didn’t miss the quick flash of desire in her eyes, or the way her gaze raked over his body. But he’d lost his taste for buckle bunnies. He was different now. Three years locked up and too much time to reflect changed a man. He was turning over a new leaf, making the most of his chance here at Falcon Ridge, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to blow it minutes into his first day. “I could ask the same of you,” he growled.

He’d touched a nerve. He could see it in the way she drew herself up and stared up her nose at him, as if she were some kind of a schoolmarm, instead of a sweet young thing, ripe for the picking. “I’m the foreman here, and it seems that you’ve dumped my clothes on the porch. Can you kindly put them back?”

She was the foreman? Something territorial sprang from inside him. He wasn’t going to give up his one chance to redeem himself to some young thing who sought to put him in his place. “Like hell you are,” he rumbled. “I’m the foreman here, and you’re trespassing in my cabin.”

“Trespassing?” she sputtered, taking a step closer and tightening her grip on the plunger. “Trespassing?” she asked again, voice quivering with indignation. “If anyone’s trespassing, it’s you. And it’s time for you to leave.”

He shook his head. “No can do, sweetheart.” He stepped forward, not enough to scare her, but just enough to make his point. “I’ll give you five minutes to get yourself dressed and skedaddle back to wherever you came from. Unless…” he paused, mouth twitching. “You prefer to vacate the premises in your… err… current attire.” His eyes swept over her, lingering at her curves. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. Young and lush, and he’d bet the ten bucks in his pocket — cotton candy sweet.

What in tarnation is going on here?

Ty whirled at the voice in time to see Teddy Grace burst through the door with Colton hot on his heels. Behind him, the plunger clattered to the floor. “That’s what I’d like to know,” he retorted. “Sir.”

“Uncle Teddy, he says he’s foreman,” she responded with a hint of a pout and a jerk of her head his direction.

Uncle Teddy? Lightning strike him dead for thinking even one of the x-rated thoughts that had ricocheted through his head. If she was Teddy’s niece, she was definitely off-limits.

Colton cleared his throat, eyes darting back and forth between them. “Seems like there’s been a bit of a miscommunication.”

Ty arched a brow. “Oh?”

“I’ll say there was,” interjected Teddy’s niece, stepping up next to him. Ty caught a whiff of vanilla, and something else delicious. It reminded him of summer, of long lazy days and warm sunshine. His chest gave a sharp squeeze.
Teddy shuffled his feet, looking like he swallowed a porcupine. “I ah… didn’t realize that Colt had found someone. I gave the job to Maybelle.”

Disappointment crashed through Ty, but he wasn’t about to let anyone notice. He needed to come up with a contingency plan, and fast. Maybe there was another ranch that would take him. Maybe he could be a line cook at one of the restaurants. Surely, there had to be something else for him? Dread pooled in his belly. What if there wasn’t? What if no one would take him? Heat rose up through his middle, then his spine and crawled over his scalp. He shot a look Colton’s way. Maybe he should have gone back to Steamboat Springs after all.

Colt cleared his throat. “We can work something out, don’tcha think?”

Teddy removed his hat and dragged a hand across the top of his head. “‘ Spose so. Lord knows I could use an extra set of hands.”

“Great!” Colt rubbed his hands together, a look of relief passing across his face. “It’s all settled then.”

“Not so fast,” Teddy said with a shake of his head. “Where’s Ty gonna sleep?”
Tessa Layne. Ride Hard: A Roughstock Riders Novel (Kindle Locations 241-298). Shady Layne Media.

Now working with Maybelle was one thing, but she’s also a barrel racer. There are rumors circulating about her trailer that have Ty’s hackles up.

Sharing the cabin with it’s two bedrooms starts to become a challenge as Ty and Maybelle find themselves heading into something other than just co-workers.

This is a fun read, with romance, new beginnings, some suspense and just the right amount of sizzle.

I can’t wait to see who Tessa writes about next in this new series set in the Flint Hills.

5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Pu$$y Magnet – Titans of Tech Book 1 by Tessa Layne


Pu$$y Magnet
Titans of Tech Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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Let’s get one thing straight. I love pu$$y. Effin’. Love. It.

Call me shallow, call me a perv, call me a cocky bastard, but the reason I know there’s a heaven is because God made women.

Because no matter who a woman is, a ball-buster in the courtroom or a flower child at an Avitt Brothers concert, I have the keys to their kingdom, and they all want it.

Until Mariah Sanchez – aka Sparky

She wants me.

I can feel it. I can smell it. But for nine months, sixteen days, twelve hours and forty-seven minutes she’s had my “you know what” in irons. Worse, my mouth and my fingers, too. Locked up in an invisible prison of my own making. And because I’m a stupid idiot, the only person I can blame for my predicament is me.

But that’s about to change…

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I’m not sure what I expected when I started reading this book. I do know I wasn’t expecting commentary chapters from the point of view of Harrison Steele’s penis. I burst out laughing when I read that first chapter heading.

Steele is part of a rowing crew, Mariah Sanchez is the Cox Swain, the person who calls the shots so to speak. She is the captain, she navigates and directs the crew.

Their Crew is a winning one and after a particularly interesting celebration, Mariah challenges Steele in a most interesting way, celibacy.

This is a favorite scene.

I press my advantage. “I may not know what your favorite ice-cream is, or how you got the scar above your left eyebrow, but I know how to make you pant until you think you’re going to die from the wanting, and I sure as hell know how to make you shout my name. And while we’re at it — you don’t know me either. So who’s the bigger asshole?”

She rolls her lips together, and for a split second I think she might close the distance between us and kiss me. But it passes as she grins like I just made a deal with the devil. “I think I just made my point.”

I cross my arms. “And what is that?”

She arches a brow. “I’d bet all the money in my bank account that you can’t go without sex in the name of getting to know someone. Or letting someone get to know you.”

“Like hell I can’t,” I growl, chest growing tight at her accusation.

The corner of her mouth curls up. “Yeah? Prove it.”

“I will go without sex as long as it takes wipe that superior looking expression off your face.”

My insult misses the mark, because she snickers and grins broadly. “One. Year.”

Motherfucker.

I swallow and keep my face carefully neutral. I haven’t gone without sex for more than a few weeks since I lost my virginity to Lara Niedermeyer when I was seventeen.

“Still think you can do it?” she taunts.

I’ll be damned if I let Sparky get the better of me. “Fuck, yes. In fact, if I can’t, I’ll quadruple the money in your bank account. Hell, I’ll make it a million.” How hard can it be, really? I have enough zeroes in my bank account that I won’t miss a mil, not that I plan on letting her best me.

“That’s big talk from a guy with your reputation.”

“And what exactly is my reputation? What did you call me last night? A pussy magnet?”

Her cheeks flush deep red. “Well, you are,” she mutters, dropping her eyes.

I lean forward. So close I can smell last night’s soap on her skin. “And with good reason,” I say, voice dropping to seductive levels as a very wicked thought enters my head. “And when I win this stupid wager, you’re going to give me something in return.”

“And what is that?” she asks a little breathlessly.

“One. Night.”
Tessa Layne. Pu$$y Magnet: A Titans of Tech Novel (Kindle Locations 324-343). Shady Layne Media.

As this challenge plays out, Steele finds himself more and more attracted to ‘Sparky’. She is very off limits because she is part of the Crew.

Interestingly enough, in spite of his randy reputation, Sparky find herself falling for Steele.

I laughed a lot in this book, the penis commentary is hilarious. The romantic tension fun, and the outcome perfect!

I can’t wait to read the ‘downfall’ of the next lusty member of this Crew.

5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!

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Tessa Layne

Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Sin & Tonic – 5 New Novellas – 5 Great Authors


Bar, pub, speakeasy,
tavern, cocktail lounge.
What do all these have in common?
They’re places for drinking, places for talking, places for meeting, and in this anthology, they’re places to fall in love.
Pull up a seat, grab a drink, and enter the worlds of five romance authors for some steamy heroes, strong heroines, and sexy-as-hell sin. Cocktail recipes
to seduce your sweetie included!

Sin & Tonic

Featuring

Wild Thang by Tessa Layne
All In by Mira Lyn Kelly
French Kiss by R. L. Kenderson
Irish Legend by K.C. Enders
Redheaded $lut by Kayti McGee

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Wild Thang
USA Today Best Selling Author
Tessa Layne

When billionaire Mason Carter discovers his longtime crush Luci Cruz has packed her bags and is leaving town forever, he’s got twenty-four hours to convince her to take one last chance on love. Will a wild night at a notorious speakeasy and a trip down memory lane be enough to win her heart?

This book had me giggling almost from the start. As Mason makes the effort to seduce Luci with his words in a NY airport lounge.

Luci definitely gets the best of him when she throws her grant rejection in his face. Not so easy now is it Mason.

This is a favorite scene.

Mason’s face transforms from guarded to shocked so fast I let out a giggle. Did he really think I was going to hop in the sack with him just because he’s Mason-hot-body-Carter?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean you have no idea what I’m talking about? Your paperwork says you personally review every application.”

He squirms in his seat, looking distinctly uncomfortable, and my heart sinks a bit. “All that stuff about nothing being wrong with my ass, and about finding someone who appreciates my curves… that was all B.S., wasn’t it?”

He shakes his head, jaw clenched. “No,” he grits. “I swear it wasn’t.”

“But you saw perfection,” I push. Because I can’t not>/em> push, and that’s why I’ve been in a relationship desert for over a year. “I gave you a rock solid business plan and you turned it down. Without even an explanation.” I signal the waiter for my check. I’m done here. I give him a polite smile. “I should thank you, really. I wouldn’t be here if you’d said yes.”

The bartender drops the tab and Mason’s hand lands on the leather folder with a thunk. “Don’t go? Let me make it up to you.”

His eyes say please and my pussy shouts yes. But I have to keep my dignity. It’s all I have left. But I can’t resist dropping a kiss on the hollow made where his cheekbone and jaw connect. Arousal sizzles through me like lightning on wet wood. A hint of his stubble burns my lips, and the scent of him — woodsy and masculine — like he’s a lumberjack and not a billionaire, makes my womb quiver. His hands, his mouth, could make my body sing, and I have to clench my thighs together to avoid melting into a puddle right here. “Maybe another time,” I say with more than a little regret. “See you ‘round, Mason.”
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 182-196).

Plans thwarted, Mason gets creative and gets on the same plane with Luci. Conversation heats up as turbulence scares Luci. I think my kindle melted.

Lots of fun, laughter, and plenty of heat!

5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!


All In
USA Today Bestselling Author
Mira Lyn Kelly

There ought to be laws against what happened to that wedding cake, abandoned or not. Sure, it was sexy, good fun of the dirtiest variety but it was the kind of mistake career-minded wedding planner Lanie Malone won’t repeat. At least not until next Saturday when she’s once again face to face with Jason Henley, the bossy, all-trouble hotel owner who won’t settle for just one night.

For Lanie Malone, the wedding planner there is nothing worse than a disgruntled bride with a destroyed wedding cake. Being the resourceful person she is, she enlists the help of the hotel owner Jason Henley and between the two of them they find another cake. Then things get even worse as the bride catches the groom with a bridesmaid and calls everything off.

This is a favorite scene after Lanie calls her boss.

Peeking from between my fingers, I ask, “Are you trying to cheer me up?”

He shrugs. “Maybe I am.” Then reaching past me to the cake, he scoops up a tiny bit of frosting on his finger.

I think he’s going to pop it in his mouth for a taste, but then his eyes meet mine and the air thins in my lungs. Because that look.

Damn it, I need to stop this. I should head back to the BB office and wait for Connie. But I can’t move. I can’t swallow or breathe as the corner of his mouth hitches, and instead of bringing the frosting to his mouth… he’s bringing it toward mine.

My heart is racing and my belly is like a YouTube trampoline video on triple speed.

Only then he bypasses my mouth altogether and dabs that sugar sweet glob on my nose. “Cheer up.”

What.

The.

Hell.

Something inside me snaps. Reaching behind me, I grab a few fingerfuls, spin on my stiletto and smush it into Jason’s stunned face. And like the devil inside me has taken over completely, rub it back and forth across his sexy stupid mouth. “You know what? That did cheer me up.”

My manic satisfaction doesn’t even last a heartbeat before Jason’s eyes change, filling with an unholy light as they narrow on me.

Swiping the buttercream and cake off his face, he takes a menacing step closer.

Oh shit. “Jason, no.” Hands coming up in a pacifying gesture, I take a quick step back— tripping right into the cake table.

Our eyes meet for a split second— mine horrified, his delighted — before it happens. The slow tilt and slide of the table going out from under me.

“Shit, Laine!” Jason lunges forward, catching me with a strong arm around my waist, but neither one of us are fast enough to get clear before one hundred pounds of cake takes out our legs. We’re going down, and we’re going down together.

The cake hits the floor. We land on top of it… or rather, Jason lands on top of it and I land on top of him with a mushy layer of twice abandoned cake erupting around us.
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 1244-1246).

Jason and Lanie seem to be fighting an incredible attraction. Even as her boss is close to firing her because of the cancelled at the last minute weddings that seem to be plaguing her.

Lots of laughs, some sticky situations, and plenty of heat in this very enjoyable read.

5 Contented Purrs for Mira Lyn!


French Kiss
R. L. Kenderson

Jake Russo has fought for everything he’s earned, and he’s not about to give up the bar he’s sweated over to spoiled Lacey Scott. She can kiss his ass and go back to where she flew in from. But what happens when she kisses him instead? And what if he does a lot more than kiss her back?

Lacey left town and moved to France as an au pair years ago. Her father had expected her to stay or at the very least come home for more than just a visit. When he dies he leaves her his bar The Leather and Lace Lounge with some very specific conditions to be met. Conditions that were a shock to her system.

A year where she can’t leave or sell and has to run the bar with Jake Russo otherwise he gets it all. She does have some time to consider this, a couple of days anyway.

This is a favorite scene.

“I think, as long as you’re here, the bar is yours. You don’t have to decide until you go back to Paris.”

That gave me two days to make a decision or reschedule my flight back to France. I could do this.

I think.

It was a big decision. Nana took her arm from around my shoulders and let me walk in front of her since the door wouldn’t fit us both.

I walked out and ran into my next sexual fantasy.

He was tall— several inches over my five-seven, around six-one or six-two— with dark hair that was on the verge of needing a trim and dark eyes that I could get lost in while he fucked the shit out of me.

Who’s this mystery man? Besides being the one who I was going to masturbate to when I got my libido back.

“Oof,” came out of my grandmother as she ran into my back.

It was a little embarrassing, but at least it knocked me out of my sexual stupor.

I shook my head and stepped off to the side.

Sexual Fantasy held out his hand to Nana. “Hi, Kathy. Sorry I didn’t speak to you at the funeral yesterday.”

This guy was at my father’s funeral?

Despite being upset, I’d think I still would have noticed this man.

“It’s totally understandable. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone either.”

Sexual Fantasy cleared his throat, his eyes turning miserable. “George will be missed.”

This guy sounded like he really cared about my father.

“He will be,” Nana agreed.

Sexual Fantasy turned to me. “Sorry for your loss, Lacey.”

“Thank you. Same to you?” I guessed since he seemed so sad about my father’s passing.

“Thank you,” he answered sincerely. He cleared his throat. “Listen, I know this is a horrible time to talk about stuff like this, but I know we don’t have a lot of time before you head back to Europe. I’m available all day today and tomorrow. Mr. Bernard said we can take care of everything with him. He’ll make it as quick and painless as possible.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry. Take care of what?” I asked, confused.

“Oh.” He raised his eyebrow. “The bar. We can take care of the bar situation.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you have to do with the bar situation?”

Nana stepped over to Sexual Fantasy and put her arm on the guy. “Lacey, this is Jake. Jake Russo. He gets the bar when you go back to Paris.”

I gritted my teeth. The two of them sounded so confident that I was going to forfeit my inheritance, even after the conversation my grandmother and I had just had in the restroom.

And who in the hell gave Jake Russo the right to be so fricking sexy? The last time I had seen him, he’d been a skinny beanpole. Now, his muscles had muscles, and nothing on him was skinny.

There went my sexual fantasy, which almost pissed me off the most. I had been looking forward to a few minutes of escaping life with my vibrator tonight.

I took a deep breath and leaned in close. I gave him and Nana a fake smile. “I appreciate everyone’s concern, but I’m staying.”

Two pairs of eyes grew wide. One brown, one blue.

“That’s right. You can cancel your stupid appointment with Mr. Bernard because I’m not going anywhere.”
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 2478-2482).

This one is a lot of fun too. These two go head to head and lips to lips almost right away on a dare.

Plenty of heat, some misunderstandings and other little unexpected twists.

5 Contented Purrs for R.L.


Irish Legend
K.C. Enders

Bartender Finn O’Meara, the self proclaimed Irish Casanova, has met his match. He’s planned everything to perfection, and he’s got the girl right where he wants her. There’s just one little twist – will she come around? Or is he just a legend in his own mind?

Oh my! Addie has some severe anxiety and OCD, I would think she’d be on some sort of medication to help with it but I guess it’s necessary for this story.

Finn on the other hand is outgoing and flirty. He’s also madly in love with Addie. Getting her to fly to Kansas City for her annual visit to her parents, meet up with friends and go to the music festival is all part of a larger plan for him. One where she flies to Dublin with him.

But first he is going to ask for her hand in marriage, that is if he gets a moment alone with her condescending father.

This is a favorite scene.

“About time you showed up. We waited, but finally just had them seat us,” the over tanned, overstuffed man with the wiry combover grumbles. And just that quickly, I’m about over him.

“Sir, my apologies. I had an errand and it took a bit longer than I anticipated.” I reach forward to shake his hand and come up empty. The arse leaves me hanging. With a deep breath, I pull back and wait for his lovely wife to release Addie from an uncomfortable hug and wrap her hand in both of mine. “Mrs. Huntington, delightful to see you again.” She giggles as I hold her chair for her, and then Addie, getting them settled before I take my seat between Addie and her father.

“Adelaide. Nice of you to squeeze us into your work trip.” Mr. H lifts a glass of vodka, draining in one go. “Not sure why you brought the ginger snap, though,” he grumbles low enough so that Addie and her mum miss it.

And there it is. The big man of the hour, the one who thinks he’s better than the rest of us, pulls all the attention to himself. Or maybe it’s just me he thinks he’s better than.

Dinner carries on much the same. Most of us dealing in pleasantries and one of us being a prick.

After we order dessert, Addie and her mum whisper a bit and excuse themselves to the restroom, leaving me alone with the arse— or giving me the opportunity I need. Either will do.

“Mr. Huntington, I’d like to have a word with you, if I may.”

He lifts his empty glass in the air and rattles it at a passing waitress. He looks everywhere, but at me.

“Sir, I love your daughter. Her vibrancy, her passion— she’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I can’t imagine my life without her. Sir, I—”

“And you what? See a great opportunity for a green-card? Huh?” He leans forward in his seat, eyebrows raised, his meaty finger pounding into the surface of the table.

“No sir. I’ve my citizenship sorted, already and—”

“You think you’re good enough for her? A bartender? Pffft, I don’t think so, boy.” He looks around and smacks his tumbler against the tabletop mumbling, “What’s a man got to do to get a drink around here?”

“I own the pub now,” I tell him, my heart pressing into my throat like it does every time I think about Francie McBride willing the place me. Entrusting me with it. “I’ve owned it for coming on a year, sir. And with all due respect—”

“Yeah, you think you know respect? You know nothing. Respect isn’t something you kids know anything about. Look at my daughter. That hair? The way she dresses? Hell, she doesn’t respect herself or me. You think it’s not embarrassing having a pink haired, nose pierced troll doll for a daughter? I’m a lawyer for Christ’s sake. I have an image to protect.” His face is dangerously red, eyes bugging out at me as he plows on, “That girl, never falling in line. Not looking like she should. Probably a good thing she left the damn state and didn’t come back. Belongs in a place like that— New York, California— better for my image if she’s not here.” A vein pops out on the side of his forehead, making him look like a right, stubby little knob.

“Do what you want. Get your damn green card, ’Snaps. Just don’t send her back here until she’s straightened out.” He stands, hiking his trousers high on his portly gut and stalks to the bar muttering under his breath.

I don’t know why, but I’m stunned. Absolutely blown away by what this man just said. By his attitude towards his daughter. To me, she’s most beautiful person in the world. How can he not see that?

“Finn, you okay?” Addie’s voice dances around me, enveloping me. She skims her hand across my shoulder and leans into my ear. “Are they bringing us dessert to go? Because I’m so over this.”

Ditto.
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 3795-3797).

Now Finn’s plans for the proposal go awry and he really should have listened to his friend.

Addie also has to come to terms with her own issues, but she does realize she loves Finn.

Finn’s got his work cut out for him after a very public rejection, and the hope Addie finds in a visit to Sierra at There In Spirits.

I loved the way this story plays out, a fun read with laughter, tears and quite a bit of heat.

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Bridget Riley is getting married. So what if she’s more excited about the wedding than the groom? Being an adult means making boring choices. Until one unexpected decision changes everything.

Nothing like finding out your fiancé is a cheating SOB while at your bachelorette party. I really love the way Bridget handles it though.

This is a favorite scene.

My dress is definitely queenly. I picked it with Diana in mind. Kate was just a tad too understated for my liking. How are all eyes supposed to be on my perfect Kardashian liner if I’m in a minimalist dress? No, I needed a thousand yards of tulle. At least. Sure, I won’t be able to pee all day, but one must pay the price of glory. Besides, I have a rather Kate situation all ready for the reception dress change. Very demure in the front, all long sleeves, then a slutty low cut in the back. Also, it’s bright red.

I like the idea of being a scarlet woman right about now.

I breath deep and watch Molly’s nostrils flare as she pretends not to be annoyed that I just blinked and she’ll have to do my liner for a fourth time. I wonder if she’s ever met Sierra. The two could use each other, I think. Mixing up the visible annoyance and the dimple-deflection could probably make both of them better. Or, perhaps, it could turn them into the perfect weapon. I decide they should never meet, and the horror of the idea keeps my eyes wide open long enough for Holly to line and mascara my bottom lashes without interference this time.

Once four of my sisters fluff my gown into place, I take a deep breath. This is it. This is the last moment before the ceremony. I should probably hug them, but they’d crush my tulle. Instead, I channel Diana yet again, and nod regally. They nod back.

I nod at Molls. She rolls her eyes.

“Are we ready? Ladies? I need you to be ready, okay?” My little wedding coordinator is suddenly in the doorway, bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes and quivering like a cold chihuahua. She might be on coke, it’s always hard to say with girls that hyper and skinny, but I sort of hope she is because that means she’ll be super organized and make sure my wedding goes off without a hitch. Perfect.

Daddy is waiting for me in the hallway. He smiles at me like I’m his little princess. I am, too. Erin is a poser, and my other sisters are just that. Others. Extras. I love them, and I wouldn’t trade my big family for anything, but we all know my parents got it right the first time around, and there was no pressing need to attempt to replicate it.

Sure didn’t stop them trying, though. Seven more times.

I’m so glad they’re here to support me.

I take Daddy’s arm and wait for the bouncy little planner to wave me into the sanctuary, where every single person I know and an equal number I don’t are all watching for me to step out and blow them away.

I only have eyes for Brian, just like everyone said I would.

We take short little steps up the aisle, and I’m beaming around because today is going to be unforgettable, and then we’re there at the altar and Daddy’s giving me away, and all my bridesmaids are already crying which makes me start too.

I hold one finger up for Father Paddy, so he knows not to start in quite yet. Brian fumbles for his best man’s decorative handkerchief for me. I accept it, then turn and face my audience.

“I want to thank you all so much for being here today. It really means a lot,” I tell them. Everyone looks confused, and Brian’s gripping my arm. Pre-vow speeches aren’t standard Catholic fare. Ma mouths, “turn around” at me, but I will not.

“There’s someone else here in spirit today,” and I see a lot of faces realize I’m probably just having a Moment over Nana, who died a few months ago. “Her name is Staci, and I’d just like to read a few words that Brian wrote about her.”

I glance over to enjoy the sight of the blood draining from his face as I reach into my Kardashian-wedding cleavage and retrieve my phone. I clear my throat and read verbatim some highlights from the text chain about Staci-the-nurse.

“U do things with ur body my girlfriend never does lol.”

The murmurs are starting already.

“Thinking about u naked is the only thing getting me thru this rehearsal dinner lol.” And finally, “Tomorrow’s the big day, send nudes lol.”

None of my bridesmaid sisters are crying anymore, I guess because they were more upset about the idea I might go through with it than they were moved by my beauty. One or two of the groomsmen are already starting to shuffle backward, and Brian looks like he might faint. I feel absolutely triumphant.

“I’m not marrying him, obviously, but my parents spent a lot of money on this reception and there’s an open bar, thank you, Ma and Daddy! So I hereby declare this wedding an Irish wake for my relationship with this disgusting, cheating weasel. See you in the reception hall!” I wonder if I should bow, then decide Diana wouldn’t have.
Tessa Layne; Mira Lyn Kelly; R.L. Kenderson; K.C. Enders; Kayti McGee. Sin & Tonic (Kindle Locations 4450-4485).

Now after walking out on the groom and going to the reception, one would expect a wild time. Well that it was but it also has Bridget marrying the DJ Phoenix.

Lots of laughs, fun, some tears and plenty of sizzling heat.

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.

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R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
They met in college and bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed.
They write sexy paranormal romance and steamy contemporary romance that make you laugh.

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Karin is a New York Girl living in a Midwest world. A connoisseur of great words, fine bourbon, and strong coffee, she’s married to the love of her life who is also her best friend. The mother of two grown men, she is proud to say that they can cook, open car doors for the ladies, and clean up after themselves (you’re welcome, world). Even though her boys no longer live at home, the three dogs she’s rescued have taken up their empty space.

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Kayti McGee is a proud Kansas Citian who wishes that Tom Hiddleston would just call her already. Besides writing, her hobbies include napping, daydreaming, and murder shows on Netflix. She also writes as the latter half of Laurelin McGee. Send her wine, and stay sexy.

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Prairie Bliss – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9 – The Graces Book 3 By Tessa Layne



Prairie Bliss
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9
The Graces Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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All’s fair in love and war…
Including dropping your pants.

When a special election is called after Prairie’s mayor has died, newcomer Jarrod O’Neill finds himself pitted against Prairie’s homegrown environmentalist Lexi Grace.

Fresh off a stint from lobbying in Washington DC, Lexi returns to Prairie only to discover corporate interests and her biggest enemy threatening to develop the land she loves.

As the dividing lines are drawn, Lexi and Jarrod discover the fireworks they experience in public lead to earth shattering explosions in the bedroom. And while they fight for Prairie’s future, will they be able to put their differences aside long enough to fight for their love?

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Oh how I love this series and this book is another one to love.

As this book opens, Jamie’s brother Jarrod O’Neill has come to Prairie for his niece Fiona’s Christening. Only there’s a wedding first, Caro Grace is getting married and Jamie is catering the affair. This is the perfect time for Jarrod to help with the baby and tease one opposing council, Alexis Grace.

Jarrod met Alexis in Washington DC where they are both high-power attorneys, but he hadn’t really put together that she was one of the Grace family in Prairie. Now that he has he is more than looking forward to crashing this wedding.

This is a favorite scene.

Blake Sinclaire met him as he stepped out from where he’d parked the car behind the Grace’s barn. “Good to see you again, Jarrod. You here for long?”

He shook his head as he clasped Blake’s hand. “Just for the baptism tomorrow.”

“I know Jamey’s thrilled you’re here. She said to meet her in the kitchen for uncle duty.” Blake waved up at the old farm-house. “If the ladies kick you out, we’ll be on the porch with Scotch and cigars.”

“You know I only drink the Irish stuff.”

“Brodie brought Jamey’s bottle of 12-year Redbreast, we’ve got you covered,” Blake called after him as he made his way to the gracious porch that wrapped around the perimeter of the Grace house.

Nobody paid him any attention as he slipped inside and followed the sounds of ladies’ voices to the kitchen. “There you are,” Jamey said, cheeks pink. “I just changed her diaper, you can sit over there.” She waved to a chair in the corner, and lowered her voice. “Dottie’s… stressed,” she said, saying far more with her eyebrows than her words. “I need to take the lead or she’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll hang in the corner and recite the Constitution to Fiona.”

But Jamey had already sailed across to the far side of the kitchen to instruct a group of women on how to place finger sandwiches.

Fiona’s eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. Jarrod’s heart leaped to his throat. It was like she knew him. He drew a finger across her satin cheek. He’d never felt skin so smooth. “Well, hi there, sweet pea. I’m your Uncle J. Are you lookin’ for your mama? She’s over there doing what she does best — bossing people around.” He lowered his voice. “But don’t tell her I said that. She’s also the best chef I’ve ever met, and you’re lucky to—”

“Jarrod?”

He knew that voice, and the flashing hazel eyes and plump red mouth that went with it. And the lovely dark hair he fantasized about yanking from the confines of its low bun, and running his fingers through. The long legs made even more shapely by nude stilettos, and perfectly tailored suits in a rainbow of neutrals and power colors. Alexis Grace stood before him in the flesh.

His eyes jerked up, gaze tangling with hers, but he was utterly unprepared for the stampede of wildebeests that seeing her like this would unleash. She was, in a word, captivating. Soft. Sensuous. Hair hanging past her shoulders in long, loose waves, and held out of her face with a flower tucked behind an ear. He’d never seen her in anything but a suit. She always dressed for success, even at legal mixers, and it had served her well, landing her a place at a competing law firm in D.C.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, looking over her shoulder as if being seen talking with him would get her in trouble.

He took his time perusing her figure. The dress she wore was the color of the first kiss of dawn, a pale, peachy pink that brought out the rose in her cheeks and highlighted her porcelain skin. But it was the way the dress clung to her curves that made his blood heat and a shock of awareness sizzle through him. This was a dress that begged to be slowly peeled away, exposing a creamy expanse of luscious curves that were meant to be caressed, worshipped. Jarrod’s mouth went dry as vision upon vision flashed through his brain.

For a long moment, he forgot his sole purpose in crashing the wedding was the hope that he could mess with Alexis. A slow smile crooked the corner of his mouth up as her cheeks darkened. “Hello, Kansas.”

His use of her nickname achieved the desired effect. She scowled, cheeks flaming brighter. “Don’t call me that,” she whispered harshly, eyes growing wide.

Jarrod bit back a chuckle. “Nice to see you, too, counselor.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“I knew it.” He snapped his fingers pointing upward. “You prefer babe.” He swore she growled as her face screwed up and she directed a scathing glare his way. He fucking loved that glare.

“You. Are. Impossible,” she grumbled, spinning on a heel and hurrying out of the kitchen, dress swishing behind her.

He looked down at the baby gurgling in his arms. “Round one to Uncle Jarrod,” he said with a grin. Yep, this wedding would be just the kind of diversion he needed before heading back to D.C.
Tessa Layne. Prairie Bliss: A Cowboys of the Flint Hills Novel (Kindle Locations 126-160). Shady Layne Media.

Things go awry after Jarrod wins his case against Alexis. With a family tragedy he decides to take a sabbatical and spend some time with Jamie in Prairie.

On the other hand Alexis had been fired after losing the high profile case and she was back in Prairie to re-evaluate her life.

Little did they know they would not only be clashing in the bedroom but also in the political arena. Running for mayor on some interesting platforms.

I laughed, cried, fanned myself and totally enjoyed every page of this book. What a great election!

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Mr. Whiskey – The Case Brothers Book 4 By Tessa Layne



mr. whiskey
The Case Brothers Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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I knew she was sin in stilettos
the second I laid eyes on her…

But did that stop me? Hell, no.

Because I’m nothing, if not a risk taker. And Roxi Rickoli, with a snake tattoo climbing up her leg and hinting at unparalleled pleasure, tempts me like the devil himself.

And while I can’t get enough of the wild redhead who runs my bar, I know that fate is a cruel mistress. And when she comes calling, someone must pay…

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Danny is friends with the Case Brothers, he has lots of money and invests where he pleases and also helps women in need.

This book opens with a fund raiser and Danny is supplying a debut whiskey and an after party poker game at his club the Whiskey Den.

However it’s the bartender at this event that catches his eye. She’s mysterious beauty, and the attraction is electrifying.

This is a favorite scene as Danny makes his claim.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Always behind the scenes, pulling strings like a puppet-master. When are you going to let go and start enjoying life?”

I sidestep his question with one of my own. “Where’s Stockton?”

“He refused to come tonight because his mother keeps trying to set him up with one of Muffy’s granddaughters.”

“Stockton’s mother has been trying to marry him off since college.”

“It’s only gotten worse,” Harrison states with a scowl. She’s taken to ‘dropping by the office’ with a new girl each week.”

“Sounds like you could use a drink,” I say, moving to the makeshift bar and filling a tumbler of whiskey directly from the cask. I hand it to him. “Tom’s Special Reserve.”

He lifts his glass in a toast. “To snatching kisses and kissing snatch.”

“Who is she?” I ask, suddenly suspicious. It’s not like Harrison to be that crude.

“No one,” he answers too sharply.

“Liar. Your eyebrow always twitches when you lie,” I say pointing to the corner of his eye. “Whoever she is, she’s got you tied up in knots.”

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together. “The only tying up going on will be happening later tonight.”

“But not with Roxi. Just so we’re clear,” I growl pouring myself a tumbler. It’s not like me to stake a claim, but I’ve seen Harrison work. He loves the chase almost as much as winning the prize. And I don’t know what happened when Roxi and I touched, but I’ve never felt electrocuted by a woman’s touch before. Not like this.

“Roxi, huh? That her name?” Harrison’s smile turns sly.

“Don’t get any ideas. My love life’s off limits.”

He spreads is hands. “I just want to help.”

“You want to help? Spread the word — discretely — about tonight’s poker game.”

Harrison quickly turns serious. “What’s the buy in?”

“Fifty.” He knows I mean thousand. “Limited to the first five. If we have ten, I’ll do a second seating at one.”

He nods. “See you at midnight?”
Tessa Layne. Mr. Whiskey (Kindle Locations 113-131). Shady Layne Media.

Now poker games are not exactly legal, and the players are a suspicious bunch of characters. That of course is why they’re held in Danny’s private club in a back room with only members and vetted friends.

All this get very interesting when Danny discovers Roxi is his bar manager’s replacement while she’s on maternity leave.

So many twists and turns, edge of your seat suspense and intrigue, plus enough heat to melt your kindle.

I truly hope we get to see more of these characters.

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Mr. Red – The Case Brothers Book 3 by Tessa Layne



Mr. Red
The Case Brothers Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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Nicholas

They say an eye for an eye, and God knows I deserve every punishment for the things I’ve done. But when Alison comes sweeping into my life like an angel of death, begging for mercy is the last thing on my mind.

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Nicholas aka Nico Case has been played. Not only did his ex-wife take him for a bundle, she also emptied their joint accounts. To top it off his ‘friend’ and accountant let it happen.

With his trust fund locked by his father, Nico is broke and decides to take his brother Declan up on his offer to stay at his new vineyard. What he finds is a bottle of Grappa on the table and dives into it before crashing on the couch.

Alison is Declan’s winemaker, she was highly recommended by Danny who has connections just about everywhere. She has some secrets, but she never expected Nicholas Case to show up on her couch in the middle of the night.

This is a favorite scene.

She lets out a squeak and lowers the pan, a dusky flush creeping across her chest. “I work for Declan,” she grits indignantly. “But you still haven’t told me who you are.”

I drop my head- it takes too much effort to be upright at the moment, and I study her through half-lidded eyes. What kind of game is she playing here? She’s looking at me like she knows me. Really knows me. But I swear I’ve never seen her before in my life. I don’t recognize her voice, or her body. And I’m pretty sure, once the err… creative face covering is removed, I’m not going to recognize her face either. “I think you know who I am.” I don’t have the energy to be coy.

She lets out a sigh. “You’re Nicholas Case, aren’t you?”

“Nico.” I raise my wrists again. “I’d shake your hand…” I shrug.

“Why are you here? Declan didn’t mention anything about visitors.”

The stabbing above my left eye starts again. “He invited me here weeks ago. Ask him.” I crack open an eye, immediately drawn to dark buds puckered tight and pushing through the sheer fabric, teasing me with how untouchable they are. They might as well be eyeing me through a glass wall. I force myself back to neutral territory. “So you’re the foreman? Very progressive of Dec.”

She makes that squeaky noise deep in her throat again. “Hardly. I’m the winemaker.”

That makes me sit up, albeit too fast, as my head angrily reminds me.

“Wait. Dec’s making wine?” Sonofagun. He’s never shown the faintest interest.

“No. I’m making wine. That’s why he hired me. That’s why-” She shakes her head. “Why’m I telling you this?”

I flash her a mischievous grin. “Because I’m the kind of guy women love to confide in.” Not. So not. If anything, I was the kind of guy mothers forbid their daughters to date. But maybe I’m about to turn over a new leaf.

She’s not buying it. She scoffs. “Good to know you’re still a bullshitter,” she retorts with a huff.

“Wait. Do we know each other?”

She freezes, but it’s so fucking hard to read her with that thing covering her face, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. “No,” she says firmly with a shake of her head. “The papers have said all anyone needs to know about you.” Truth. My brothers and I have been fodder for both the society pages and the gossip rags since we were probably sixteen. But she’d only know that if she’s from here. “What did you say your name was?”

She cocks her head, eyes narrowing. “Alison.”

“Alison?”

Her mouth thins as if she’s having some kind of inner battle with herself. “Alison Walker.”

“A pleasure to meet you. Alison.” I catch her eyes and let my mouth linger over her name. It’s as sensuous on the tongue as her body would be underneath me. If only we could resolve the small issue of the duct tape.

Something hot flares in the deep dark depths of her eyes, and she clears her throat. “Stay here.”

Like I’m going anywhere. I stare unabashedly as she turns and hurries down the hall, still clutching the frying pan. Her barely-there nighty barely covering the plump curves of her ass as it sways in time with her hips.

Holy. Hell.

Maybe there’s a silver lining in this nightmare after all.
Tessa Layne. Mr. Red (Kindle Locations 176-177). Shady Layne Media.

I really got a kick out of these two. Alison puts Nico to work and even while he grumbles he has to respect what she is doing with the vineyard.

The hot and heavy relationship develops quickly, but of course the rest of Nico’s family crap has to rear it’s ugly head.

A page turning read with a surprise or three. I can’t wait to read Danny’s story in Mr. Whiskey.

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Releases Tomorrow! mr. white – The Case Brothers Book 2 By Tessa Layne



mr. white
The Case Brothers Book 2
By
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Tessa Layne

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DECLAN

Banished.
Banished for being too good with the ladies, and now I’m stuck East of Nowhere
doing my brother’s bidding as penance.
But the luscious Emmaline Andersson
might just be the silver lining in this nightmare.
Who knew that a sweet mouth could be so wicked?

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Holy moly, this one is a page-turner with plenty of sizzle, and drama.

Declan has his eye on Emmaline, the seamstress with a secret and a taste for the naughty. They don’t have to sneak around like Macey and Austin did, but Declan has his own interests and really doesn’t want to follow the rules.

After losing out on a big deal because his father froze his trust, Declan manages to acquire a vineyard and a winemaker via his friend Danny. He need this to create the perfect wine required by his father. Which of course gives him free rein to pursue other more pleasurable things. There’s only one thing, Danny said there may be squatters…

This is a favorite scene as he confronts the ‘boss’ at what appears to be a high end lingerie show.

“What kind of work did you do for Danny?”

“Suits.”

“You make suits?”

“And wedding dresses. Custom designs.”

“And lingerie,” I add wryly, thinking of the scantily clad models upstairs. Did she make all those?

“Madame M designs the lingerie.”

“And you’re Madame M.”

“No one knows who Madame M is,” she corrects with a tremor in her voice.

I cage her in again. “Liar.” Her eyes widen, and for a second, I forget myself, and I lose myself in the intensity of her gaze. I forget about this clusterfuck of a week, about having my trust fund locked up, about being kicked out of the family estate, and worst of all, about the fact that for the next handful of months, I’m going to have to answer to my asshole brother if I want to see my inheritance. In her eyes I see acceptance, curiosity… desire. And my body responds in kind. “Don’t lie to me Emmaline. I don’t take kindly to keeping secrets.” Except the ones I have buried deep in my psyche.

“No one can know,” she murmurs above a whisper, eyes pleading.

I melt a little. I never should have kissed her, tasted her sweetness and the heat beneath, because now I’m vulnerable. Now, I want to do things for her, please her. I don’t want to say no to her or disappoint her. I want to kiss her and coddle her and make her come, over and over again. I want to be her goddamned hero, which is pathetic, because I’m a dick with a bank account – at least I was until a week ago – and enough baggage to sink a ship. “Why?” I don’t see the need for secrecy.

She chews on her lower lip and her eyes drill into me, as if she’s weighing her options. “I said it’s a long story.”

My frustration returns, eating at my insides like a dog gnawing a bone. “And I said I have all night. What’s it gonna be?”

Her eyes turn calculating. “A secret for a secret.”

I push off the wall and jam my fists in my pockets. “I don’t play these games, princess.”

She steps to me and gives my tie a tug. “I’m not playing games, either, big guy. This event was set up months ago. Did you own this property months ago?”

She has me there, and I hate it. I silently gnash my teeth at Danny.

She construes my silence for admission and rushes ahead. “We’ll be out of here, cleaned up as if we’ve never set foot on the property by four a.m.”

“What about the cars parked next to the vines. How do you know they haven’t damaged the vines?” I don’t give a shit about the vines, but I’m grasping at straws, at anything to regain control of our conversation.”

“Bill me. You know where to find me.”

“I don’t even know your last name.”

Her laughter rings off the walls, soft and musical, and the arousal it incites knocks the breath out of me. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

She’s right. Emmaline Andersson popped right up when I Googled Emmaline and Prairie as soon as I returned from what amounted to the reception from hell, thanks to dear old dad. Her website was simple – one page with Emmaline’s Dress Shop: Repairs and Creations, and a contact form. Too simple for the obviously complicated woman standing in front of me. It doesn’t add up.

“You’re not the type of man to kiss the way you did and let a woman walk out of your life.”

“That’s a bold statement,” I toss back. “Maybe I kiss everyone that way.”

“But you don’t, do you?” She gives me the look that pries right into my soul, making a liar of me on the spot.

I’ve probably kissed hundreds of women, but not one of them affected me like kissing Emmaline. None of them shook me to my core. I can’t deny it, but I will obfuscate. “So you’re saying I should have chased after you?”

She gives me a crooked smile. “I’m surprised you didn’t.”
Tessa Layne. Mr. White (Kindle Locations 299-330). Shady Layne Media.

So many secrets, so many tears as Declan falls deeper in love with Emmaline.

Even with all the family drama on both sides, this book sizzles and brings on the tears.

I can’t wait to read mr. red, which is Nico’s story!

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Tessa Layne

Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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