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Cover Reveal ~ Instant Gratification by Lauren Blakely


Release Date: September 3rd
Cover Designer: Helen Williams


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Snagging a date? Not a problem. But one that meets my special requirements?

As the premier best-man-for hire in all of Manhattan, I promise discretion, so when I need a plus one for a couple of “I dos,” she needs to be A-Plus in reliability. Fortunately, I have a brilliant solution in asking my best friend’s sister to go on my arm. Truly is my good friend, too, and I trust her completely.

Just look how discreet she’s been about the time we spent the night together. But, it was only once, and it was months ago. We’ve been the souls of restraint ever since. I’m sure we can make it through these weddings without banging each other in the limo. Probably.

Plus, she needs my help with a business proposal. A little I’ll-scratch-your-back-you-scratch-mine doesn’t have to lead to the bedroom, right?

Good thing we know our way around the friend zone. The treacherous, torturous all-too-easy to slide out of friend zone…

Instant Gratification is told from the hero’s POV, so if you loved Big Rock, Mister O, or Full Package, you’ll devour this new standalone rom-com!



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A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’ssweet, sexy and witty. Her heroines are strong and smart and her heroes have hearts of gold and fantastic funny bones. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she’s sold more than 3 million books.


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Release Blitz & Review ~ The Art of Love by Leslie Pike

Title: The Art of Love
Leslie Pike
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 23, 2019
Posing naked in front of strangers isn’t the worst job.
Besides, artist Oliver London doesn’t have the luxury of being shy.
Being a figure model is how he keeps his artistic dream alive.
He’ll do whatever it takes.
Get naked, exist on bare necessities, live in a dingy apartment.
A relationship? Not likely.
The only woman he ever loved was sixteen the last time he saw her.
Stori Ryder’s unstable childhood has given her a drive to succeed.

She’s laser focused on Whiskey River, Manhattan’s hot speakeasy.

Distractions? They don’t fit in her five year plan.
But the truth is your first love lasts forever.
You don’t forget the one who changes the way your heart beats.
When old friends invite them on a French Riviera wedding cruise, it all comes rushing
Her kiss, his touch, the love that’s been sleeping deep in their hearts.
The Art of Love is a standalone and was previously released as
Sexceptional. There is a new cover, title and blurb but no new content.

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bestselling author, Leslie Pike, has loved expressing herself through the
written word since she was a child. Her passion for film and screenwriting led
her to Texas for eight years, writing for a prime time CBS series. Leslie lives
in Southern California with her Pom-Poo, Mr. Big. She’s traveled the world as
part of film crews, from Africa to Israel, New York to San Francisco. Now she
finds her favorite creative adventures taking place in her home, writing
Contemporary Romance.
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3 1/2 stars

Am I the only person who can’t find this book on Goodreads? Anyway….

Oliver London is a struggling artist. Really struggling. He lives in a run-down apartment barely making ends meet. His best friend, Fig, comes back from Italy with his new girlfriend, Zarah, and they get together for a friendly dinner. What Oliver doesn’t know is that his high school sweetheart, Stori, is invited as well.

Turns out that Zarah is best friends with Stori. She wants Stori and Oliver together. There were circumstances in high school that drove them apart, and neither of them know what happened. I would complain that this part of the story was way too easily forgiven and forgotten.

Right before Oliver reconnects with Stori, he meets a benefactor, who gives him a lot of money. I didn’t love this part of the story either. Her name was Piper, and to be honest, I don’t feel like she added much to the story other than to be bitchy toward Oliver.

The story itself was fine, but it could have been more of a second chance romance, but said above, that opportunity was pretty wasted. Where I didn’t like Piper, I really liked Zarah and Fig and the other characters in the story, mainly Caroline and Luca. They were enjoyable to read.

This book was good, but had the opportunity to be a 5-star read. It just fell a little short with some plot holes.

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Blog Tour ~ The Billionaire Boos Next Door by Max Monroe

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The Billionaire Boss Next Door, an all-new hilarious romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now!


My new boss has it all. In spades.

Gorgeous green eyes? Check.

Hard-and-sexy body? Check.

Intelligence? Check.

Success? A big fat billionaire… Check.

Too bad I haven’t started out on the best foot.

My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He’s stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business.

With him running the development of the new Vanderturn New Orleans Hotel and me doing the design, our work relationship is far too intimate for two people who absolutely despise one another.

But that’s not all.

See, he isn’t just my billionaire boss from hell. He’s my new neighbor, too.

Same city.

Same building.

Same floor.

Trent Turner is my billionaire boss next door.

Holy moly, let’s hope my career—and hormones—can survive.

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It only takes five minutes inside the hotel gym to realize why my original plan was to eat a hamburger in bed.

I do not got this.

I’m not good at working out, I’ve never been good at working out, and I’ll never be good at working out.

I don’t know what to do with the equipment, and it doesn’t know what to do with me.

Clearly, it’s been designed for people with half a foot more height and fifty percent more muscle, and even on the lowest of settings, I fumble my way through biceps curls like an uncoordinated inchworm.

I can barely reach the handles, so I have to kind of stoop to get in position, but the newly formed curve of my spine makes me have to arch and wiggle to complete the curl. If it weren’t for my kick-ass Metallica T-shirt, I might start to worry that I look foolish.

The ten-pound weight clanks as I drop it the inch and a half I managed to lift it in the first place, and I stand up to find a different machine. Surely there’s something in here I can operate without having a special license.

I find some kind of seated thing with weights on one end and a padded face rest on the other. I sit, lay my face down, and attempt to slide my legs underneath the weighted bar. But, it’s completely awkward and uncomfortable, and I start questioning what in the fuck this thing is even supposed to do.

Just before I give up completely, a throat clears deeply beside me, and I look up to see a far too muscular man staring down at me in confusion. “Uh…wow…I didn’t realize you could use it that way…”


I nearly ask him what he’s talking about, but his actions answer any and all questions I might have.

He sits down on the machine beside mine—an identical machine to mine—and it’s then I realize the face rest is not a face rest.

It’s a seat. For asses.

A seat for sweaty, workout asses.

Jesus Christ. I shudder and disentangle myself from the machine.

“You okay?” Arnold Schwarzenegger’s long-lost brother asks, but I just nod off his question and put some much-needed distance between us.

Also, I scrub my face with the hand towel I brought down from my room like it’s a fucking Brillo pad capable of removing the ball sweat that’s probably found itself a home in my pores.

Note to self: take one thousand scalding-hot showers tonight.

With a deep inhale, I try to regain some of the pride I lost back there by Mr. Muscles and peruse the room until I find a machine that’s labeled with instructional pictures to boot.

Hip. Abduction.

Do I need aliens to use this thing?

Against my better judgment, I study the pictures and peptalk myself into sitting down on the seat and swing my legs over to the inside of the knee pads.

No face-to-butt-sweat mistakes happening here, folks!

The weight is set on one hundred and fifty pounds from the person before me, and it makes me wonder if Thor is staying at this hideous hotel too.

I pull out the pin and put it on forty instead.

After a quick test push with my legs, the setting seems doable, so I take out my phone and start scrolling through it to set up some music to accompany me.

Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what I need. Some workout jams.

Of course, once I’m on it, I get distracted by Instagram, and five minutes go by before I realize I’m sitting on a machine, not a couch, and the purpose here is to do something other than lounge.

I glance up from my phone and scan the room, wondering slightly if anyone knows how long I’ve been sitting here. Mr. Muscles has moved on to a new machine, but a different guy across the room makes eye contact and smirks.


Normal human decency dictates he should let me off the hook and go about his day, but this fit, Adonis-looking, sweat-covered, brown-haired, green-eyed—good God, he’s attractive—man apparently has no manners.


His sleeveless white T-shirt clings to his tanned body as he strides my way, and his athletic shorts conform to a muscular set of thighs and ass.

I look everywhere but at him, fiddling with the machine as though I’m doing something productive, but he still doesn’t get the hint.

Raspy and firm, the clearing of his throat sounds right next to me.

I look up as innocently as I can manage and pull out my earbuds as though I had music playing.

“Um, hi,” I say with a cute little manufactured laugh. “I’ll be done in just a second.”

He laughs too, but his seems genuine and undeniably directed at me. “If you keep up your current pace, I think it’s going to be a little longer.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on,” he says good-naturedly—the prick. “You’re just pretending to work out.”

Oh no, he did not just say that….

“I’m not pretending to work out,” I deny. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

He nods knowingly.

“And setting up my music,” I continue.

He hums.

“I’m just about to catch my stride.”

“Sure you are.” He calls bullshit with his smug, green as fuck eyes, and for the briefest of moments, they glance down at my chest and my legs before meeting my gaze again. “But there are people who would like to really use it, so if you’re done…”

What. The. Fuck.

Who does this guy think he is?

“Are you always this rude?” I question, and his green eyes lighten a bit.

“All right, you’re right. I’m really not trying to be a dick,” he says and runs a hand through his hair.

Should it really take that much effort not to be a dick?

“Let’s start over…” He pauses and pushes a small smile to his full, kissable lips. “How are you enjoying the hotel?”

Start over? How about let’s never have started at all?

Still annoyed, I don’t censor my answer. “It’s…swell.”

He laughs at first, but when I raise an eyebrow in contention, he frowns. “You don’t like it?”

“Maybe ugly décor and a whole buttload of pretention are good for some people, but not for me.”

Ugly décor? Really?”

How can he be shocked by this? Anyone with eyes could see the design flaws here.

“Are you kidding? I feel like I’m in my ninety-year-old grandmother’s living room, except it’s a waking nightmare and I’m about to be eaten alive by the curtains.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad. It’s timeless.”

Normally, I’m not such a snob about design, nor do I make a point to make other people feel bad for their likes and dislikes, but for some reason, this handsome prick and his dickish attitude just bring it out in me.

Before I know it, I’m channeling Regina George.

“Well…” I pause and scrunch up my nose dramatically. “I’m sorry to break the news to you, but the design of this place looks like it was done by a blind rat. Gilded sailboat pictures and tapestries with oxen on them aren’t timeless. They’re old.”

His eyebrows pinch together, highlighting the otherwise perfect features of his face. Goddamn this ugly hotel for housing such perfect-looking humans.

“What did you say your name was again?”

Shit. Emory will absolutely murder me if she finds out I got into some kind of confrontational tête-à-tête with a random Romeo in the hotel gym.

Let’s also not forget this hotel gym is located inside a hotel that is owned by the company you’re about to interview with…

Shit. Yeah. I’d better cut and run while I can.

“I didn’t.” I jump up from the machine with the exact agility I’ve lacked during the rest of my workout and offer a saccharine smile. “But, hey, good news. Machine’s all yours.”

“Aren’t you going to wipe it down?” he asks as I walk toward the door, and I can’t help but turn around for my parting shot.

“Why?” I smirk at the pouty-lipped asshole. “After all, I was just pretending to work out.”

Because you know what dicks can do?

They can go fuck themselves and wipe down their own workout equipment, tight asses and chiseled jaws be damned.

Suck on that, workout Romeo.

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A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.

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Release Blitz & Review – The Difference by Kaylee Ryan

Title: The Difference
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: May 20, 2019
I’ve kissed a lot of frogs, just to be covered in warts.  I’ve been lied to,
cheated on, and used more times than I can count.  I don’t have it in
me to keep going.  I need a break from it all.  I need time for the wounds to heal, and the scars to fade. 
Wouldn’t you know it’s my luck, to meet a gorgeous man, after declaring my self-imposed break? He’s charming, sexy, and determined to change my mind.
I wasn’t looking for her, but when I overheard her conversation, I had to add my two
cents. Within minutes of talking to her, I knew she was unlike anyone I’d
ever met.  Bruised from past relationships, she’s built a fort around
her heart. Doesn’t she know the prince always rescues the princess?
I think about her all the time.  The more I’m around her, the more I want to
be.  I’ve made my choice.  It’s her. Now, all I have
to do is prove to her that I’m the difference.
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Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling
author.  When she’s not spinning tales of happily ever after, she’s
reading or spending time with family.  Born and raised an Ohio girl,
Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.
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5 stars

There is one reason I gave this book 5 stars, and that is the hero, Lucas! He was such an amazing guy with the patience of a saint!

Addyson meets Lucas in a bar one night, and has decided she’s given up men. Lucas doesn’t seem to care. He knows Addy is “his difference”. He just has to prove it to her. Addy has her work cut out for her though, because her best friend has instant chemistry with Lucas’s best friend, Justin.

I don’t know if I’ve read a guy as patient as Lucas. There were times throughout the book I yelled at Addy to get over herself. Yes, you’ve had bad luck, but not all guys are bad, and Lucas, you could tell from the beginning was such a great guy.

I also loved Harper and Justin, and would have liked to read them in their own story, but I get why the author used them in this one. It was to help Addy realize that she’d met her knight in shining armor, and he truly was.

The usual “relationship drama” was a little annoying in this book, and Addy jumped to some pretty insane conclusions, but overall, I very much enjoyed this book and would recommend it.

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Nailed Down by Frankie Love and C.M. Seabrook

Lola Barringer is on her hands and knees when I step foot on her property.
Her perfect ass is the first thing I see and the only thing I want.
She’s flawless and funny – and so damn sexy. But when she takes a good look at me, she’s furious.
Turns out I broke her heart years ago.
I was her first crush, her one and only fantasy … and now I’ll do what it takes to win her back. I effed up once – but I won’t do it again. This time I’m nailing down the girl who got away.Dear Reader,
Second chances never felt so good! Mason Stone can do more than pound a nail in a floorboard.
He’s ready to put his hammer to good use! This one is dirty and delicious and exactly what you deserve! Enjoy!
Xo, Frankie & ChantelHammers and Veils is a series of short and flirty stories sure to make you melt!


It’s a white-picket fence kind of day on Maple Lane with all the typical clichés you find in every uppity-up subdivision in America. Including some khakis-wearing dad-type watering his yard across the street who raises a brow at me when I pull my twenty-year-old Chevy pickup to a stop in front of my next job.

On the passenger seat is a clipboard with the project details, and I give a harsh grunt when I scan the contact info.

Lola Barrington. Even the name sounds pretentious. Just like this damn neighborhood.

I wasn’t welcome in these parts as a teenager, even now I’m aware of wary glances directed at me, or rather Big Bertha.

My partners at Nailed It Construction have been bugging me for years to trade my baby in for a newer model, but she’s the first thing that was ever truly mine. Sure, she’s got more rust on her back end than paint, but I’ve got no plans of giving her up. Even if it means spending more cash keeping her running than buying a new truck would.

I open the door and grab what I need from the back, which isn’t much since I’m just here to appraise the job. Usually I’m more of the hands-on-guy of the business, but since Eli is off on his honeymoon in Tahiti, I’m going to have to pull a fake smile out of my ass and act like I care if the woman chooses Calacatta or Emperador marble countertops.

“It pays the bills,” I mutter, feeling more comfortable with a hammer in my hand than a damn notepad. “Shit.” I jump back when something hisses at my feet. An orange and white ball of fur races through my legs, darting into one of the nearest bushes.

“No, no, no.” Another blur of color pushes past me, but this one smells a hell of a lot better, like peaches and cream. I’m entranced as the curvy little blonde gets down on her hands in knees searching frantically in the bushes. “Missy, come here, now.”

The cat hisses from somewhere deep in the foliage, even though I know helping would be the gentlemanly thing to do, my cock has grown uncomfortably hard at the sight in front of me.

The woman is crouched over, her perfect ass on full display. The way the faded denim hugs her hips and rides low enough that I catch a small glimpse of pink lace, I know I’m in trouble. One thing I have a weakness for is a nice ass.

Not that I’ve had much action lately. The way the company has taken off recently hasn’t left me with a lot of spare time on my hands. And in all honesty, I’ve started to get tired of the whole meaningless sex thing.

That said, I wouldn’t mind nailing down the sweet little thing who continues to wiggle her ass at me.

“Damn it, Missy, come here.”

“Need some help?” I ask. “I’m here from Nailed It, but maybe you need more than an estimate on the place?”

“Stupid cat got out of the house again.” She starts to stand, brushing off her jeans. I still haven’t seen her face, but I have a feeling I’m going to like it. “This is the third time since—” Her mouth gapes open when she meets my gaze, honey brown eyes widening, and I swear for a second she forgets to breathe.

Not that I’m much better. I’m just as affected by her. The woman is breath-taking. Dark blonde hair, almost the same color as her eyes frame a pixie-like face. With the morning sunlight shining down on her, I can see the soft smear of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She’s wearing hardly any makeup, just a touch of lip gloss on those plump lips that are still parted in a delicious little O.

Lips that I instantly want to devour.

There’s something really familiar about her. And the way she’s looking at me, I have no doubt she feels it too.

“Your pussy seems to need a little TLC,” I say with a smirk, breaking the tension. “What?” Her expression alters between shock and mortification then anger. “How-how dare you.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” I say, crouching down, setting my clipboard aside. “I was talking about your tabby cat.”

Kind of.

“You…you’re…” she stammers over her words as I reach far back into the shrubbery until I feel soft fur. “What are you doing here?”

“Praying your cat doesn’t claw my arm off,” I mutter as I get a good grip on the still hissing creature. Thankfully, its hiss is worse than its bite. I retrieve the cat and stand, surprised when it starts to purr in my arms. “See, she needed to be stroked gently-a little tender loving care. Seems like your pussy likes me.”

“Are you always such a… an ass?”

“An ass who just saved your—”

She holds up her hand. “If you say that word one more time, I’m going to—”

“What word?” I ask, stepping closer, still smirking. I’m starting to enjoy watching her cheeks turn red-she’d probably say it was with indignation, but I think the truth is she’s all hot and bothered. “Pussy?” I wink. “I’ve just always enjoyed the way the word…tastes on my tongue.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can I have my cat back?”

I hand her the tabby and she spins on her heels and starts to walk away. “What? Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you,” she mumbles.

“So did you want to show me the work you need done?” I ask, grabbing my clipboard from the green grass.

“I suppose,” she says, lips pursed.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I ask, following her up the front steps. “You seem really familiar.”

She pulls open the front door of the large home and narrows her eyes at me, but that flush in her cheeks is still there.

I grin down at her and wink. “Or maybe I just want to know you better.”

She rolls her eyes and lets out a little huff. “God, you’re just like every other guy.”

I watch her cute ass walk inside, knowing she’s wrong about me.

I’m not like most men.

And I’ll prove it to her by the time I finish this appraisal.

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

You can find her at FRANKIELOVE.NET or on FB.
Frankie also writes under the pen names CHARLIE HART.

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Amazon bestselling author C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!

3 stars

Like this book, this review won’t be very long.

Mason Stone is in construction, and goes to the home of Lola Barringer to look into a remodel. He recognizes her, but can’t put it together where it is he knows her from. Lola knows Mason anywhere. He was the boy she crushed on in high school, and the boy who broke his heart.

So about 75% of this story takes place IN ONE DAY. And it’s a novella. I had a hard time with the emotion that came out in one day. I wish the authors would have spread the story out a little bit.

As for the characters, I liked them both, especially Mason. He seemed very distraught over the fact that he hurt Lola and vowed to make amends. Lola seemed to forgive and forget quickly, which is commendable, but I don’t know that I would have.

Overall a cute story that was just way too rushed.

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Cover Reveal ~ The Red Zone by Amie Knight

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The Red Zone, an all-new sexy, second chance romance from Amie Knight, is coming May 30th and we have the steamy cover!

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They say the red zone is the hardest place to score.

But for me, those last twenty yards were my sweet spot.

They didn’t call me Lukas “Last Minute Lucy” Callihan for nothing.

I was at the top of my game…until life sacked me harder than any linebacker ever could.

Losing my mom was devastating and left me as the sole person responsible for my little sister.

Taking care of Ella and juggling my career was like playing the hardest game of my life.

My only saving grace was Scarlett Knox, Ella’s sexy, red-headed, no-nonsense teacher.

She loved Ella. She hated me.

She thought I sucked at this parenting thing, and she wasn’t wrong.

But whenever she was around I got the same earth-shattering, heart-stopping feeling I did when I was only twenty yards from the goal line.

She made me feel like I was back in the red zone, a place I’d never fumbled.

Until now.

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Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.


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Cover Reveal ~ The Trouble with Love by Claire Contreras

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The Trouble With Love, an all new, contemporary romance by New York Times Bestselling Author Claire Contreras, is coming May 15 and we have the stunning cover!


Things on my wishlist:

1. Start a new, awesome job
2. Create the perfect dating app
3. Stop dating douchebags

Things that actually happen:

1. Got a job in my dream tech company
2. Created a workplace dating app for said company
3. Was matched Bennett, who happens to own the company and is also my brother’s best friend

They say when it rains, it pours, but this is some serious BS. It doesn’t help that Bennett was the man I had my one last night stand with. It definitely doesn’t help that he seems to want me just as much as I want him. The issue is, he won’t do anything about it, but then we’re forced to attend a tech conference in Vegas and I think it may just be what I need to turn this thing around.

New goal: get my brother’s best friend out of my system by all means necessary.

The Trouble With Love is a standalone contemporary romance.


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Claire Contreras is a New York Times Best Selling Author. Her books range from romantic suspense to contemporary romance and are currently translated in seven different languages.

She lives in Miami, Fl with her husband, two adorable boys, three bulldogs, and two stray cats that she refuses to admit are hers (even though they live on her porch, she named them, and continues to feed them). When she’s not writing, she’s usually lost in a book.

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