Wednesday, August 31, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Two Can Play by: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm

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Title: Two Can Play
Series: Alpha Chat Book #2
Authors: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 22
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  Synopsis
Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own room, office or hell… even in a public fucking pool.
Whatever gets you wet.
Lynx brought me into the Alpha House because he knows I can give the women what they want.
They want to see me take my pants off, so I give them a big fucking surprise. They want to see me stroke myself, so I do it with both hands, giving them the show of their lives.
It’s been fun and games for the last few months and money is flowing in faster than I can count it. Anyone I want, my fine ass can get.
Until Karma walks into the Alpha House and changes the damn game.
She wants to play hard to get and pretend that she doesn’t want me every damn day.
Well… She’s about to find out that Two Can Play.


Chapter Two

Blaze

THE DRESS SHE’S WEARING SHOWS off some tattoos I've not seen before and my dick instantly twitches at the thought of seeing what else she has underneath the red material that barely covers her gorgeous body.  Fuck.  Her tits are perfect and now my eyes are glued to her every move, not wanting to miss a damn thing.  That woman has my undivided attention in a room full of pussy and that is something that never happens.
The sound of Levi clearing his throat reminds me that I'm holding the mic.  "MmmHmmm, okay guys, pick your prey, let’s get this night started.  I already know who I'm going after."
Hands go up all over the room and block my view of Karma.  She moves to the far corner and I finally catch her eyes looking toward us.  I can see her vibrant red hair hanging over one bare inked up shoulder and before I know it, I can feel myself moving toward her.
Women rub their hands across my chest and stomach as I walk through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her.  One even grabs my dick and I just pull her hands from me and keep moving.  Karma's not looking at me at all, she's actually looking down at her phone typing something as I approach.  Just knowing she has no idea that she's my next victim excites me.  The element of surprise should always be in my favor, it's something I love to do.  I have to keep them guessing and never let them think they know what to expect from me.
"You came to see me?"  My words pull her attention from her phone and I watch her take me in starting at my cock, then slowly moving all the way up to my grinning mouth before she looks at my tie around my head and smiles.
"Who's to say I'm not here for one of the other guys?  There are plenty to choose from.  I mean, I have been up close and personal with all of you."  Her confidence radiates in her tone before she takes one step away from me just as the music begins.  Yes, she has been up close to all of us.  She's the artist who pierced every single one of the dicks in this house.  The guys became insane and decided they like torture and pain and called her to do the honors.  She had me stupid from the very moment I looked over the rail and saw her.
On cue, I slide off the tie and hold it tightly in my grip.  I move forward on her, pushing her back against the wall and sliding my body over hers before she has time to resist.
I grind my hips forward and raise both of her arms above her head, holding them tightly.  Our eyes meet and she exhales against my cheek when I thrust up against her.
Holding both wrists in the grip of my right hand, I let the tie dangle down our arms and continue to stare into her bright blue eyes.
Looking into a woman like this for a long time is something I love to do.  There's just something raw about it and I've never met a woman who can stare at me long enough to make me look away first.  Call it a challenge at this point, but honestly it tells me so much about a person.
I let my other hand slide down her curves while I continue to watch her.  She's looking at me like she's not at all intrigued, even though I can feel that she is.
She wants me.  I saw it in the smirk on her face the second I got rough with her.
My cock is literally throbbing as I feel her soft skin under my touch.  My hand is full of her ass and I love the challenging look she gives me when I squeeze her once again.  "You're gonna love having my cock between your legs."
She raises her eyebrows at me just as I drop the grip on her wrists and slide one of her hands over my erection.  She already knows what it looks like from when she pierced it, but that was no comparison to what I'm sporting right now.  I’m completely fucking hard.
"Nice.  A shower and a grower."  Her words of appreciation cause me to laugh even though it's not the first time I've heard them.
Fuck yes, I'm hung.  How else would I be this successful doing this job?  Women love my size and never get tired of watching during a show.  Most of them beg for more time.
"I guess I am."  I let my lips run over her ear before I continue.  "You'll have to give these new piercings a ride and let me know if they're worth the pain I went through."
She squeezes my cock just a little tighter when the sound of Knox's voice echoes through the room.  Shit, I want to turn the other way and take Karma to my room and end the teasing right the fuck now.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"  She smirks again and I can feel a build up of back and forth banter that will lead us both straight into my bed.  That's something I'm already expecting, but with more of this teasing, I'll be wound tight, which will only make the sex even more amazing.
"I have a feeling we'd both like that."  She continues to squeeze and explore with her touch and it takes everything in me not to slip her hand inside my pants and move this along quickly.
"Alright, Blaze.  Bring your catch up here and let's do this."  Constant jolts of excitement flow through me as I think of all the fun I'm going to have with this girl tonight. She’s in for the fucking ride of her life, because that's what I do.
"I guess I need you to come with me,” I breathe against her ear.
Just as I hoped, she smiles and replies with a dirty mind, only making me want her more. "Oh, I'm going to hold you to that coming part."
The smile on my face has to be ridiculous, because holy fuck I want this girl on my dick right the fuck now.  I have to finish this party before I haul her up to my room, because I won't be quick with this one.
She follows my lead as I keep a grip on her hand, keeping her close to me.  Most of the women make a path for us, and only a few grope me as I pass this time.
She looks a little worried about all of this now, her confidence fading as we move forward in front of a crowd.
"Have a seat."  I guide her to the chair, pushing on her shoulders until she's in place directly in front of me.  Perfect height for me to really get creative with that mouth of hers, but I'll have to leave that for later.
"Alright boys, it's time to do what we came here to do!"  Knox announces loudly and the music starts as the four of us Alpha guys begin moving, our bodies all in sync with each other.  I begin to slowly slide my neck tie off my shoulders, just like the others while the crowd loses their minds.  I know they can tell where this is headed.
I slip mine around Karma's neck and pull her closer to me, watching as her breathing picks up.  She looks up at me and smiles a naughty fucking grin at me showing me she's ready for whatever I throw her way now that she's up here.
I tie the tie around her and begin to pull just slightly, until she rises to her feet.  I let my hands slide down the tie and enjoy brushing over her tits and down her cleavage as I follow the material down.  She's biting her lip while I slowly guide her back to her seat, making sure her face is near my chest and stomach all the way down.  She's instantly squirming in her seat and I let my fingers trace the edge of both of her tits, no doubt only making the tension worse between the two of us.
Her tits are so damn perfect.  They're for sure fake.  Now, I know I'm fucking this girl soon.  Nothing better than firm titties on a body like she has.  I can almost picture them bouncing as she rides my cock while I lie back and enjoy the show.
My fingers leave a trail of chills all the way up her chest until I grab her throat and make her look up at me again.
She looks into my eyes and I can see she's curious.  Her eyes show how hungry she is.  I like keeping her on the edge of her seat.  She's wondering what in the hell I'm going to do next.
I look over at the other guys and see that they've kept up with the moves and I'm the only one faltering.  Knowing this just makes me want to scrap this whole fucking routine shit and take her up to my room for the real show I'm craving.
I flip her around until her back is against my chest.  Her heart is beating faster and only encouraging me to move forward.  I guide her shoulders down until she's bent over in front of me, then I grip the tie in my fist.  I tie her hands behind her back with the part of the tie that's hanging low enough to reach.  I have to take a step back and look her over because this is something I want embedded into my memory bank.  She looks sexy as fuck waiting for me to make a move.
I lean over her and whisper in her ear as I slide the tie around her neck to line it up perfectly.  "This is just a tease of what we'll be like together."  I pull tight, causing her back to arch and her ass to be in perfect position.  She tightens her stance and allows me to grind against her ass.
My cock is begging to make contact with her and I fight the urge to slide her short dress up and do just that. The things I’d do to her sexy ass right here in the open if I didn’t want her to myself.
I run my hands over her perfect ass and listen to the sounds of the screams beside me.  They're encouraging me to go further, but I'm selfish with her.  I don't want to share my time with her with a room full of horny women pretending it's them that I'm touching.
I move my hips against her over and over again.  She's making my dick harder by the second and I'm craving so much more from her.  I let my hand slide up her side and trace the outside curve of her breast that's not visible to the crowd.
Wanting her even closer to me, I grip her shoulder and pull on the tie even tighter.  I slam against her and she grinds against me as I pause any movement and let her move on me.  She teases me so perfectly to the point I'm about ready to fuck her right here with everyone watching and say fuck it.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight.  I'll have you screaming my name over and over until you can't fucking stand.  Then I'll carry you to my bed and fuck you again."  She looks over her shoulder at me and curves her lips into the sexiest fucking grin I've ever seen.  She's so mischievous and confident, qualities I love in a woman.
She stands still in front of me while I continue to grip the tie and give the audience a show.  "Are we just going to sit out here and talk about it, or are you going to fuck me like you say you can?"
She just accepted my challenge and I can't wait to bury myself deep inside her gorgeous body and make her scream for me.
We both stare at each other a little longer with nothing but sexual intensity sparking between us.  I don't even notice the crowd moving in closer until I release the grip on the tie and begin to lead her to the stairs.
She pulls the tie from my grip and removes it from her neck.  "We're gonna have so much fun with this tie.  I'm thinking of all the ways you can tie me up.  I have to say Blaze... you have me very curious."  She pulls her bottom lip between her lips again as she looks over my face slowly.  "And that beard.  Fuck, I can't wait to feel that right between my legs.  I just hope your actions match all that cocky talk I know you're famous for."  Her challenge goes right through me.
She stands even closer to me and reaches for my dick again, running her fingers over my piercings and then down over my balls.  She holds them both in her hand before she rubs back over my length.
Her moan turns me on even more and I'm now very impatient to get to my room.  I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to grab it, and fuck if she didn't just grab life by the balls and claim what she wanted.
Once we make it to the stairs, I walk with one hand attempting to hide my hard on.  I lead her hand so that she's first to go up and I watch that sexy ass all the way up the stairs while she walks like she knows I'm watching.
Fuck, I'm gonna love fucking that ass.
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VICTORIA ASHLEY

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Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling ‘Rebel Walking’ Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC

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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Title: He Loves Me Healthy, He Loves Me Not Author: Renee Dyer

Title: He Loves Me Healthy, He Loves Me Not
Author: Renee Dyer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2016
“If you are looking for a book with substance, I highly recommend this.” -Cranky - The Book Curmudgeon
"A story of strength, Love and bravery. A story that will make you think and bring you to tears but most of all a story that will fill your heart.” -The Book Fairy Reviews
“Renee Dyer has poured her heart and soul into the pages of the novel, and could be felt more with each word read.” -Prisoners of Print
Chiari.
It’s a strange little word about to change Nick and Brenna St. James’ world forever.
Brenna was raised to believe love conquers all. Losing piece after piece of herself causes her to waver in her beliefs. Insecurities abound and she can’t stop wondering if Nick can love the person she is now. Is it fair to ask him to?
Nick wants a do over. To go back to a time before Brenna was sick, before everything changed. But genies don’t exist, life doesn’t grant wishes, and time machines haven’t been invented. All he can do is follow his heart...and his heart wants Brenna.
Together, they have to face a battle they never imagined. 
When fighting is all you have left… 
When love can't heal everything… 
When life rests in the balance of the unknown...
When their vows, “…in sickness and in health”, are put to the test… 
Will Nick and Brenna be able to fight through the odds stacked against them, or will everything come crumbling down?
Chapter One
Brenna
Snow swirls around me as I try to wrap my mind around the news I received.  I sit in the cold interior of my car unable to bring myself to start it.  My tears add to the chill overtaking my body and I welcome the bitterness, hoping it will cause numbness, bringing on memory loss.
How am I going to tell Nick?
Thinking of my husband brings a fresh wave of pain and tears.  My loving, supportive Nick. From the moment I laid eyes on him, in a club, of all places, I knew he was the one. It was the strangest feeling. My heart didn’t stop beating and I didn’t lose my breath like you read in romance novels, but there was an awareness that flowed through every fiber of who I was. His dark eyes and perfect smile called to me through the masses of people and I knew I had to meet him. I remember shaking my head, thinking, He can’t be the one. He’s so not my type. I couldn’t picture him running down a field, carrying a football. In fact, I would be surprised if he stood six inches over my five-foot-two frame. I had scoured the dance floor, looking for someone else to catch my eye, but something about him kept drawing me in. I chuckled at the absurdity of it all. Since my teen years, I had been attracted to jocks and the man to finally turn me to mush had me picturing cubicles and computers.
He’d ignored me that night, seemed to see right through me. It was actually my best friend, Amy-Lynn, who forced me to make the first move. I’m still thankful for that. At twenty-three, I may not have known what I was truly missing out on. Eight years later, I can say he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We’re connected. I felt it that first night. I feel it now. Nick burrowed himself into my soul. That’s what’s making this so much harder. It’s going to break his heart. He was sure I would be alright.
I try to calm myself, but my mind travels back to the appointment, to the words Dr. Wendell spoke.  My head falls onto the steering wheel and fresh tears fall as I tumble into the madness of my memory.
“Brenna St. James.”
My head pops up from the magazine I wasn’t really reading.  An older gentleman with a kind smile awaits me.  I stand slowly, holding the chair for support.  If I try to move too quickly, it can bring on an “episode”.  I know this is the best place for it to happen, but the embarrassment of these strangers seeing how my body tears me down is too much to handle.  With slow, unsteady steps, I make my way toward the man and shake his extended hand.
“I’m Dr. Wendell.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say weakly.  With my nerves wreaking havoc on me, forming a coherent sentence feels impossible.
White hair, mustache, small beard, glasses, bow tie—I take in the entire picture of the doctor before me, trying to calm myself.  He’s talking about the cold weather and I think I respond, but my brain feels so muddled.  It’s not every day you have to meet a neurosurgeon.  Unexpectedly, he breaks out singing Beyonce, her famous “to the left” line repeating on his lips while he does a little shimmy.  I can’t stop myself from giggling.  His antics have their presumably desired effect. My tension starts to ease, and I feel a bit more relaxed. I like this guy.
Two lefts later, he opens the door to his office.  It’s surprisingly cozy.  I expected it to be clinical, sterile…I don’t know, whitewashed.  Instead, a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled with books, family photos, a globe, and a couple model skulls greets me.  They aren’t as creepy as I would have guessed.  Plants on coffee tables, a couch, and rocking chair—he’s gone to great lengths to make sure his patients feel comfortable.  I hardly notice the exam table against the far wall.
We spend the first part of the appointment going over my symptoms and when they started.  He talks about the tests I’ve undergone and why my primary doctor felt they were necessary.  I try not to get irritated all over again.  I’ve spent nine months getting worse while my primary refused to listen to how I was feeling.  Then she sent me to a completely insane neurologist.  Months of my life have been wasted on unnecessary tests and doctors who refused to help me, and nothing changed until I finally got angry enough to demand who I saw.
Those demands led me to this appointment.
“Dr. Nugent sent over your final work up from a few weeks ago,” he says after wrapping up his long list of questions.  “I also have all your files from Dr. Herrington and Dr. Lauzier.”
“I signed a waiver for all the tests I had done at the hospital to be sent to you,” I add, hoping he has everything and I don’t have to make another appointment to start getting answers.  After getting the runaround for so long, I just want answers, and I’m done waiting for them.
“Yes, I have all your scans, too.  Would you like me to go through them with you?  I find if the patient sees what’s happening to them for themselves, it helps them to be better equipped to make decisions.”
I’m not sure what decisions he’s talking about, but my nerves kick in to overdrive.  I nod, unable to form words.  Fear fills my entire body as he signs into his computer and pulls my scans on the screen.
At first, the grey images seem like a blur to me.  I can easily tell it’s my brain, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be seeing.  He quickly shows me how part of my brain, the cerebellar tonsils, hang out of my skull, crowding my spinal column.  In fact, they’re crowding it so much, I have a fluid obstruction forming.  He explains that the massing can cause pressure on the brainstem, spinal cord, and block the CSF flow, the fluid running through and around the brain.  My mind swirls, processing everything he’s saying too fast for me to make sense of it.
There’s a blockage between my brain and spine, fluid isn’t flowing correctly, and without getting the fluid to flow better, there is no way to slow down my symptoms.  I want to shrink into the floor, become nonexistent…anything to take me away from his words.
“Mrs. St. James.”
“Brenna, please,” I squeak out.
“Brenna, your symptoms are progressing rapidly due to the lack of fluid movement.  They are going to get worse as the obstruction gets worse.  The tonsils are hanging too low, causing too much crowding.  Your brain will continue to produce CSF, but there is nowhere for it to go.”
I stare into his blue eyes, begging him not to say what I know is coming.  My heart races and I can hear the blood pumping through my ears.  I blink twice quickly, trying to make it all go away.
“My recommendation at this time is surgery.  I feel it’s the only way to provide you any relief.”
And my world disappears beneath my feet.  I’m left free floating in a sphere of panic, disbelief, and anger.  How could my body betray me like this?  Where is Nick?  I need his arms around me, protecting me.
No one should hear they need brain surgery alone.
Dr. Wendell continues to tell me about the surgery, but I’m too lost to hear him.  I have to stop him and ask him to start over.  His eyes full of compassion and understanding, he starts over and I do my best to keep it together.  I manage to do just that until I get into my cold car.
I’m not sure how long I sit in my car, allowing myself to emotionally unwind, but my shivering spurs me into action.  With shaking fingers, I rifle through the papers on my passenger seat, trying to find the keys I’d haphazardly thrown there in my need to break down.  My eyes roam over the information and dates sprawled before me and my stomach churns.  Fearing I’ll be sick, I slam my eyes shut, needing to block out the reminders of today’s news, and blindly search for the keys.
“Where the fuck are they?” I shout into the empty car, my voice sounding broken.
I am broken.
It’s why I’m sitting here, unable to call the one person who can comfort me.  Comforting me, means breaking him, and I can’t do that.  With my keys found, I start the car and pray the warmth that will soon fill the space can bring me peace.
Lowering my visor, I open the mirror and cringe at my reflection.  Mascara streaks my cheeks and all the color has drained from my face.  I look hollow.
I can’t talk to Nick looking like this.
I’m not sure where the thought comes from, or why I think cleaning myself up is going to make delivering this news any easier, but I grab napkins from the console and furiously scrub my skin.  The paper is dry and my skin starts to feel raw under the pressure, but I don’t care.  I need to be me for a little longer.
Shoving all the papers to the floor, I grasp my purse.  I take a few minutes to touch up my makeup and then give myself another once over.  My eyes speak back to me, telling me no matter how much makeup I put on, or how many times I touch it up, it won’t cover the truth.  I try to push the thoughts from my mind, but I can’t—no amount of positive thinking will change what’s about to happen to me.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head against the seat and force myself to breathe.  I need to be calm—get into character, so to speak.  Nick will need me as much as I need him.  My voice needs to sound sure.  I can’t tremble.  I can’t cry.  I sure as hell can’t break—no more than I already have.  It’s time for me to be strong.
One more deep breath and I open my eyes, pull my cell from my purse, and force myself to focus on the snow falling around me.  Keep your eyes on the snow.  Watch the flakes fall.  Get lost in the white.  My fingers type out his work number and I bring the phone to my ear.  I’m not sure which is louder, the ringing or my heart.  It’s beating so fast, I’m afraid it’s going to pump right out of my chest.
Keep your eyes on the snow.  “You’ve reached Nicholas St. James.  I’m currently away from my desk.  Please leave a message and your contact information, and I’ll get back to you shortly.”
A deep sigh falls from my lips and relief floods through me.  I’ve never been so happy for Nick to have a meeting.
“Hey, babe.  Just left the doctor’s.  Driving home now and it’s snowing.  I’ll be home in about a half hour.  Call me there.”
I drop my cell in the drink holder and start the drive home in suffocating silence.  I leave the radio off, but without the background noise, I realize how loud my mind is.  Thought after thought bombards me.  Questions I wish I had asked.  Questions I worry Nick will ask.  Will he be able to handle this?
Will he leave me?
He’s stood by me through so much, but I can’t help but wonder if this will be too much.
My cell rings, dragging me from my wandering thoughts.  I’m in no way ready to talk to Nick, but if I don’t answer, I know he’ll worry.  Ten more minutes and I would have been in the safety of my home.  With a sad heart, I reach for the phone, click that little green icon, and brace myself.
I’m about to find out how strong my marriage really is.
“Hello.”
“Hey, babe.  How’d the appointment go?”
Trying to lighten the mood, I joke, “The doctor said it’s all in my head.”
He sighs through the line and I have to choke back the sobs trying to break free.
“That’s great, Bren.”
“Uh…no.  I’m so sorry, Nick. I shouldn’t have joked about this.  It is all in my head, but that means I have to have surgery.”
“Surgery?” he questions.
“Yeah, surgery.”
Our call goes quiet while the news sinks in.  I want to say something, but I have nothing to offer to soften the blow.  How do I offer comfort when I feel so lost?
“I wasn’t there for you.”
His sad voice adds to the misery of the day.  I wish I could tell him it’s okay, but I needed him with me.  The more I think of what’s going to happen to me, the more I know how much I’ll continue to need him, so I say nothing.
“I’m so sorry, Bren.”
From a young age Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that soon turned into journals and later computer documents. Poetry became short stories and short stories became a novel. Although she's surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be all woman when she escapes into the fantasy of reading and writing romance. That is, until she needs male perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband. She's a true New Englander. You'll find her screaming profanity at her TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them) reading a good book. To her snow is not a reason to shut things down, only a reason to slow down and admire the beauty. Ask her questions and she'll answer them. She's an open book, pun fully intended.
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BLITZ Last Chance by: LP Dover

Title: Last Chance 
Series: A Second Chances Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 30, 2016 Cover Design by: Mae I Design and Photography
One last chance.
That's all Luke Collins, local bad boy and motocross champion, has to not only find his redemption, but win back the girl he lost. He'll stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means playing dirty.
Lara Jacobs doesn't want her heart broken again and refuses to give Luke a second chance. After he left her after their one night stand, she ran right into the arms of her close friend, Grayson Moore. He's always loved her, and he's determined to make her see he's what she needs.
However, in life nothing goes as planned and tragedy strikes. After a fatal accident nearly claims Lara's life, she's left inside a world she can't remember. Her memories are gone, including those of the men vying for her heart. Grayson sees her loss as a possibility to forget her love for Luke, but Luke sees it as an opportunity to start over. All he wants is one last chance to show her that she's the one he's been in love with all along.
*** An updated version of One Taste has been included in Last Chance with all new scenes. I highly recommend reading it again. ***

“Why can’t I go in there and tell her I’m sorry? She needs to hear it from me.”
“No, she doesn’t because she won’t believe it. You need to do a lot more than tell her you’re sorry. Actions speak louder than words. And until you can show everyone you’ve changed, it’s best you stay away from her. It’ll only make things worse.”

“What if I go in there anyway?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t want to fight Evan, but I was getting desperate. I needed her forgiveness, for her to know I never meant to hurt her.
Evan huffed and closed his eyes. “You’ll have to go through me first. Lara doesn’t want to see you. She’s with someone else now.”
It was as if someone had sucker punched me in the gut, the air being ripped out of my lungs as I took the hit. Summer groaned and I glared at her. “Is that true?”
“Yes, but I don’t see how that is any of your business. She’s happy, so leave her be.”
“Fuck that,” I shouted. “I’m going inside.” I tried to push past Evan, but he blocked me. We faced off with each other, the tension rising.
Summer stepped between us with a hand on each of our chests. “Guys, this is stupid. You’re friends.”
I scoffed and backed away. “That’s where I beg to differ,” I said, glaring at Evan. “If our situations were reversed and it was Summer inside, I’d let you go to her. I would give you the benefit of the doubt and accept that you’ve changed. But you’re not going to do that, are you?”
Evan’s face softened and he sighed. “I would, brother, but this night is special for Summer and Lara. The last thing they need is you and Grayson battling it out. I have no doubt he’ll come after you if you go in there.”
I faltered, the anger welling in my chest. “Fucking Grayson? That’s who she’s with?”
“Can you blame her? He was there for her, after everything you put her through,” Summer said.
Peering down at her, I hoped she could see the determination in my face. “You tell her it’s not over. I’m not going to give up.” With those final words, I jumped in my truck and sped out of the parking lot. The thought of Grayson touching her made me so goddamn furious. I didn’t care if she was with him . . . I wasn’t going to give up.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols. Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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