Sunday, 31 January 2016

BOOK REVIEW: It's Okay to Fail, My Son by Vasant Kallola


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It’s Okay to Fail, My Son is about the father–son relationship. It covers the stress faced by young teenagers because of the competition and high expectations of parents, teachers and the system around. The story is thought-provoking, as for the first time in history, a loving father, Rahul, tells his son, “It’s okay to fail, my son.”
Rahul’s words to his son startle the people around him; he is also accused of being irresponsible! But he has a different end in mind: he is preparing his son for greater and permanent success, the transformation from being mediocre to a genius!
This book reflects the emotions of every loving father towards his child... on the path lit by love and sacrifice. It is a journey which converts pressure to passion, fear to flight of success. For his son, as well as for millions of children across the nation and the globe — a journey of faith and belief.
This novel describes a journey, whose destination was doubted by everyone, except Rahul, who set out and charted the path so far unexplored.






BOOK REVIEW:- This book is inspirational & helpful to both parents and students. The author has presented the story in the form of Father and son's relationship.
It gives a message
"We should take up challenge which comes across our life with joy,courage and happiness,with utmost liking and pleasure."
This is a novel that details how academically average students can turn out to be better than the above-average students with the right inputs and support.It shows how learning capabilities of children can be dramatically improved with the right kind of environment,patience and motivation with slightly improvised methodologies.Finally,whatever on does,one must aim for excellence.And what is the point of excelling,if it is not exciting,enriching and joyful?

I am sure that you will enjoy reading it.I would rate this book 4.5 out of 5 stars.


BOOK REVIEW: Boomerang by Ruchi Singh


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It seems harmless enough. Two young people are looking for a connection over the net. Innocent chatting leads to an exchange of pictures and then an invitation to meet. But what if the invite is not so innocent? And what if the plan boomerangs and roles are reversed?



















BOOK REVIEW:
This is a short and light read .
The story is about how tow young boy-girl connected through net, chatted
and make plan to meet. They didnt disclosed their identities
The boy is clever, used to play with girls, fool them
make MMS of them,exploit girls.
But this time, the same happens with him. The situation got reversed and he got caught in a trap.
He felt dizzy,couldn't move his body,he was tied with rope, when he came into consciousness.
and next day in the morning,he was thrown on the road. Tit for tat!

Overall, i would give this book 3 out of 5 stars.

Nine to Wine Khyati Sharma



Pihu's life is an open book.Her journey from age nine to the time she has her first sip of wine is chronicled through fifty poems and commentaries on her life. Split up into three sections, this book chronicles the first phase, when Pihu is nine; the second, when she is a teenager; and the third, when she transitions into adulthood. Pihu’s journey through life is essayed against the backdrop of the streets of Delhi. As she blossoms into a young woman from a little girl, Pihu lives her life on her own terms, and comes to understand that life is so much more than just the people around her. She embarks on a voyage of self-discovery, and faces everything from incomparable happiness to the pain of a heartbreak, from the myriad ways of the business world and the competitive rat-race, to simply following her dreams on a whim. The poems are interspersed with a simple and light narrative that takes the reader on a journey with Pihu's life and its many trials and tribulations. These poems, albeit in verse, are thoroughly relatable narratives.Each poem helps you reconnect with your inner self, through relatable experiences narrated in Pihu's own words.


BOOK REVIEW:- 
Nine to Wine is the journey of a nine-year-old soul,
Pihu, to her first wine glass. It talks of what a child
learns in school, with her friends, while on vacations
with parents, and while playing outside, on old streets. Pihu
loves enunciating her life in the form of poetry and poetic
prose. She reads them out to herself, whenever she feels like
reliving all those years again.
Poetry in an age as young as nine may not be decorated with
pearly words, but is seasoned with innocence. Innocence that
sees beauty in everything: winters, fairies, tales of Cinderella.
Innocence that is inculpable. She doesn’t understand Sonnets
or Limericks, but she loves to write for herself.
From there, begins Phase II of Pihu’s life: her teens, where
she starts experiencing different emotions. She experiences
friendship, love, disappointment, envy and competition. The
journey continues with disappointments of unattainable first
love and falling hope. Pihu decides her way of life, and a way
to success. She takes it as an answer to the challenges that life
has thrown at her. She unlearns her fears and picks up the
knack to focus on her growth. She becomes a star at school,
then college and lands up in one of the best jobs.
Much to her surprise, she realizes that her soul doesn’t
agree to live a crude, unloving and pragmatic life. She tastes
love again. She feels special and cared for. She makes him the
centrifugal force of her life. She starts leading a life which wants
him all the time - her soul mate. What she didn’t know is that
this was life’s trap for her to fall. She fell, and this time, she fell
hard, hard enough that she thought she lost her feet! She lost
her self-belief. Her nine-year-old enthused soul gets shrouded
with adult fears. From there begins a different revelation, one
that shows how Pihu travels and unravels herself, and how she
reboots her system and regains her enthusiasm. 
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The book shows the journey of her introspection and
reflection through her diary and poems. It should be easy for
readers to delve into the poems and take a step towards poetry
and those thoughts that live on every day. Some of us are good
at introspection. Some are good at expressing their thoughts.
On the other hand, it is hard for some to articulate their
experiences and lessons. I was inspired to write from everyday
experiences, so that people can connect with the emotions
they feel are real. We witness love, hope, disappointment, fear,
courage, peace and many other emotions in our lives. We are
not super-humans from movies with extraordinary powers
and gadgets to survive adverse situations. We build our own
tools to walk through life. The book brings to life all of those
emotions through the story of a girl, Pihu, who makes her own
way through life. 
The poems
in the book are simple, yet deep. The language is subtle so that
readers don’t find it hard to read and understand the poems.

RELEASE BLITZ- River James by MJ Fields




Title: River James
Series: Rockers of Steel #3
Author: MJ Fields 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2016



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When he fell in love, he fell hard. When he lost her, he lost his will.

Drugs, sex, and rock and roll—in that order—became his life.

River James, the drummer for Steel Total Destruction, loved the brotherhood he formed with his unlikely best friend and his band mates, and the family he found in his label until one tragic accident takes it all away in the blink of an eye. Twisted metal, shattered bones, crushed dreams, and torn wreckage causes deep, dark secrets to be revealed and he quickly turns to the sure things in life: drugs and women. Will he find himself in the wreckage or will he lose his way in the smoke and debris?

The first person in her family to graduate from high school and college, Keanna Sutton is flying high on her accomplishments. She has the career and man of her dreams…or so she thought. While recovering from a break-up she has a chance run-in with a tall, handsome, silver-tongued drummer who tests her strength and ability to hold her own tongue. She desperately tries to ignore the implausible attraction to River - a man she knows will be no good for her. When she finally throws caution to the wind, she finds herself getting rocked the only way a badass like River can: hard and nasty. Will the hottest night of her life end there? Or will she lose herself in a man whose only promise is that a lady always comes first?








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USA Today bestselling author M.J. Field's love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.

She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed six self-published series, The Love Series, The Wrapped Series, The Burning Souls Series, The Men of Steel Series, Ties of Steel Series, and The Norfolk series.

MJ is a hybrid author who publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co-written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix is available now, Morrison was released on December 22nd, 2015.

There is always something in the works, and she has three, yes, three, new series coming out this summer, and fall.

MJ lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.



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COVER REVEAL- Absolution by LP Lovell & Stevie J.Cole




Title: Absolution
Authors: LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Ikonic Imagery
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Garrick Murdie  
 Release Date: January 11, 2016



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Evelyn

I pray to be forgiven for my sins, but the prayers of someone like me won't dare breach the edge of heaven.

Sins. All sins are equal in the eyes of God, but I'm not God. Some sins are far more wretched than others. And those sinners should pay, Evelyn. One sinner made me his sin, and I can't let men like him live. They must face their judgement, Evelyn. I want to kill them. Every. Last. One.

Ezra James is no different, and I wanted to kill him, I needed to kill him, I'm was going to kill him...And then I found myself fascinated by him, obsessed and possessed in the most reverent of ways. I became his sinner, and he became my sin, but the wages of sin is death, so I must kill him.

Ezra

The son of a whore, raised by gangsters, moulded into a key player in a corrupt world ruled by money and completely without morals.

This world can break a person. I’ve seen it time and time again. I never gave a shit, until the night I watched a man drop dead at the feet of a woman so broken she made even me feel whole. My little killer called to my depravity and everything in me demanded that I take her, possess her, own her.

Some monsters hide behind the faces of angels, where others stand in plain sight.

Damned. Broken. Irredeemable.


Through blood, absolution shall be found.





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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.



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Stevie J. Cole

Stevie J. Cole is a secret rock star. Sex, drugs and, oh wait, no, just sex. She’s a whore for a British accent and has an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand. She and LP plan to elope in Vegas and breed the world’s most epic child.



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Saturday, 30 January 2016

Release Blitz for Hot Blooded by Jessica Lake.

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Title: Hot Blooded

Author: Jessica Lake

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 30, 2016

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Two natural enemies. One impossible love...

Detective Lily Morgan's never been one to let things lie. When a key witness in one of her cases is killed, Lily's determined to go as deep as necessary to find the truth - even if she has to go undercover into London's illegal underground fighting scene. Ever since she gave up a comfortable life in academia to become a detective, Lily's been all about the job - no regrets, no mercy. But solving this case needs something murkier, something far more personal... something like the shadowy spark flickering into life between her and bare-knuckle fighter Callum. And Lily's beginning to realize just how badly she might need it, too...

Callum Cross depends on nobody, at any cost. When you live your whole life in the naked lights of underground boxing rings, you learn to take work and pleasure where you can find them, not to look too closely at the shadows in the corners... and you also learn not to spend too much time near firebrands like Lily Morgan, especially when the darkness hides your own dark secrets. But Lily's also the only hint of a better world that Callum's seen in as long as he can remember. And when you swim deep enough, any glimmer at all starts to look like the way back up... Caught between sudden desire, lethal enemies, and their own conflicting agendas, Lily and Callum might be each others' last, best hope at finally finding the missing pieces of their hearts... or just enough weight to finally drown together. And with the jaws of the case slowly closing around them, there's no telling who will be caught in its teeth... Author's Note: This is a full-length, standalone novel. It includes strong language and sexual content and is intended for readers over the age of 18.

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Author, reader, baking aficionado and connoisseur of the hard-on-the-outside but tenderhearted-on-the-inside alpha male, Jessica Lake lives in Quebec, Canada. Her favorite things include chubby orange cats, the way the house smells when something delicious is in the oven, the smell of her boyfriend's chest and strong, masculine men who know how to treat their ladies right.

Jessica loves to write about real men and women and all the serendipitous, maddening and ultimately wonderful things that happen when love decides to grab us by the heart and not let go. She believes in happy endings, intense eye-contact and the little thrill that dances up your spine when the one you love touches the back of your neck. Newsletter Sign up - http://eepurl.com/bztsvX Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Jessica-Lake-1060737403979159/ Jessica can be contacted at authorjessicalake@gmail.com

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Friday, 29 January 2016

Cover Reveal for Craved by J.L. Ostle

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Title: Craved A Stepbrother Romance

Author: J.L Ostle

Genre: New adult contemporary romance

Release Date: February 14, 2o16

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I wanted something that I knew I shouldn't have. I didn't give a f''k about the consequences until it was too late. The one person who brought light in to my life left, taking a piece of me with her. I have tried to move on, but how can you move on from something your blood, body and soul craves. She was my temptation, I will make sure that I am hers.

I haven't seen Aidan since I left without saying goodbye. I was expecting him to chase after me, phone me every two seconds begging me to come back, but none of that happened. I am now getting ready for the next chapter in my life-college. I want a new start. I want to forget the dark blue eyes that haunts my dreams. How am I meant to move on if the one person who has the power to break me all over again ends up in the same college as me? He is determined to break through my walls I have built up, make my body scream for him. Why do I find it hard to say no? My body screams for me to say yes, but am I willing to listen? New adult contemporary romance with mature content. Recommended for 17+ due to mature language and adult situations.

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Woman's hands on a sexy man's torso on a black background     Portrait of happy loving couple in passionate cuddles   authorbio     163015_1678030227066_1811501_n   J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland, now living in Carlisle, England. J.L. Ostle is a full time mother looking after her cute, active little boy. When she she hasn't got her head stuck in a book or writing, she's watching movies, or doing activities with her friends and their children.

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RELEASE BLITZ- That Man Trilogy by Nelle L'Amour




Title: That Man Trilogy (Boxed Set Standalone)
Series: That Man
Author: Nelle L'Amour
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: January 29, 2016



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ONLY $.99 for a Limited Time Only. And FREE! on Kindle Unlimited. Regular Price: $5.99. THE USA TODAY INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING SERIES! Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon!!

There’s a new beautiful player in town…

Blake Burns, the scorchin’ hot head of SIN-TV, who goes through women like some go through water. Until he meets Jennifer McCoy, his outspoken new assistant and development executive.

Newly engaged Jennifer has no idea that her devastatingly gorgeous new boss is the man she kissed, blindfolded, in a game of Truth or Dare. That kiss, that man, that beautiful stranger she cannot forget.

Blake hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss either…and he’ll do anything to win Jennifer —even if it means being a beautiful bastard and breaking all the rules.

The THAT MAN TRILOGY is a steamy romantic comedy. Written in dual POV, it's approximately 500 pages long and has a HEA.




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My mind returned to the moment. Where was this new girl? She definitely must be lost. I set my eyes on my computer screen and scanned the latest ratings report. Our prime time and late night ratings were through the roof, but as usual, our daytime ratings were lackluster. I just didn’t get why our porn lineup in the morning wasn’t getting eyeballs. Big dicks fucking preened pussies wasn’t cutting it. Something was missing.

“Mr. Burns?” A sweet voice at my doorway diverted my attention, and I looked up from the screen. In tandem, my eyes blinked, my body jerked, and my cock tensed. Subtly for her not to notice.

Though her neat auburn bun, prim tweed suit, and tortoiseshell glasses made her look like some bookworm who should be working at a corporate law office, I swear I’d recognize that face anywhere—with its dewy-skin complexion, delicate bone structure, and those expressive, turned-up lips. Someone pinch me. I must be dreaming. But there she was. That girl I’d kissed last night. In fact, her lips were still swollen. Holy fucking shit!

“Hi, I’m Jennifer McCoy.”

It took several long moments for my brain to communicate with my mouth. I cleared my throat and licked my lips. “Please come in and take a seat.”

Unlike last night when she was blindfolded and took short hesitant steps, she strode into my office with a strong confident gait and lowered herself onto one of the two armchairs facing me. She placed her shoulder bag and briefcase on the floor next to her and crossed her shapely, long legs. I had the burning urge to uncross them.

“So, Ms. McCoy—”

“You can call me Jennifer.”

Okay, let’s start over. “So, Jen-ni-fer, you come highly recommended by my boss, Saul Bernstein.” God, I loved saying her name. It sucked the air out of my lungs.

She flashed a small smile. Two little dimples winked at her kissable lips. My cock twitched and I continued.

“However, I’m not sure why someone with a passion for children’s television would want to work for a porn channel.”

Without flinching, she held my gaze steady. “Adults are no different than children. They need to be entertained.”

That was a fact. And that’s why we referred to our network and programming as “adult entertainment.” I wasn’t done testing her. Or studying her—especially her eyes. Her blindfold had hidden them from me last night, and after she’d disappeared, I kept imagining what they looked like. I thought they might be brown or blue and deep-set. But they were wide-set and green—the greenest eyes I’d ever seen on a human being. When she blinked, it was if they were two leaves fluttering in the wind. I caught my breath.

“Well, it’s one thing to tell a producer of a cartoon that he—”

“Or she,” she interrupted.

“Or she needs to make the shaggy dog bark louder, but it’s another to tell the producer of a porn flick that his female star who’s being shagged needs to scream louder.”

“Not a problem,” she said flatly.

“Well, then, let’s pretend I’m the producer, and I’m not quite sure what you want. Can you please demonstrate?”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat and then took off her glasses, setting them on my desk. Fuck. Her eyes were beautiful.

My gaze stayed fixed on them as she flung her head back, and a look of torturous pleasure washed over her face. It was identical to the expression on her face last night as I held her head back and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh, baby, yes! Make me come! Oh God! Oh, yes, Yes, YES!” Each breathy “yes” was louder than the one before, the last one a roar so loud I thought the whole office would hear her. Holy shit. This girl was a fucking tiger. Beneath my desk, my cock was applauding. Was this how Ms. McCoy, M.A., came, or was she just a great actress? If the latter, this girl should be starring in porn flicks, not giving script notes.

“Was that loud and clear enough?” she asked matter-of-factly, staring me in the face. A slight blush colored her cheeks.

I felt heated. Flushed and flustered. And I could feel my cock uncomfortably strain against my fly. Fuck this girl. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to work with her, but I had no choice.

Collecting myself, I said, “So, I assume you’ll be able to work long hours. Be on the set if necessary to oversee a shoot. Even at wee hours in the morning.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to do a great job.”

How about a blow job? Or a hand job? I bit down on my tongue.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

She scowled at me. Damn. She was sexy when she did that.

“What kind of question is that? What does that have to do with this job?”

“I’m just curious. Is that a crime?”

“Well, it borders on sexual harassment, and the answer is yes. I have a boyfriend. In fact, a fiancĂ©. He’s a dentist.”

Her tone was defensive. Like she was off limits. I glanced at her left hand. There was surprisingly no ring on her fourth finger. I let it go and instead handed her a thick file.

“What’s this?” She opened the file and gazed down at the stack of papers.

“Your first assignment. This file contains our latest ratings reports. I’d like you to review them and then tomorrow present a full analysis of why our daytime ratings are sagging.” I checked my agenda in Outlook. “Why don’t we say at ten a.m.?”

She closed the file and then retrieved her shoulder bag and briefcase. “I’ll get right on it,” she said, rising to her feet.

My eyes glanced down at my desk. “Don’t forget your glasses.”

She twitched an embarrassed little smile. I handed them to her and brushed my fingers against hers.

“Thanks,” she said, nervously setting them back on her face. “And thanks for hiring me. You won’t be disappointed.”

With that, she marched toward the door and disappeared. My cock flexed. I hoped she was right. The word “disappointment” didn’t exist for Blake Burns.






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Nelle L'Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she's Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.

In addition to the Gloria’s Secret Trilogy, she is the author of the bestselling THAT MAN series, the Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire boxed set, and the highly rated Amazon bestseller, Undying Love. Unforgettable, her latest series, will be published in Fall 2015.

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COVER REVEAL- Some Sort of Love by Melanie Harlow




Title: Some Sort of Love
Series: Happy Crazy Love #3
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jenn Watson, Social Butterfly PR
Cover Photo: Love N. Books
Cover Model: Franggy Yanez  
 Release Date: February 9, 2016



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On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with.

Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.

Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.)

But he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.

But he's wrong.

He’s everything.









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“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”

“Not really,” she said.

“You want to get out of here?”

She grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

I watched her rush up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck.

A woman like that deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy.

Fuck. I could be that guy.


Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to.

As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man.

Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off.

But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long.

“Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her?

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Hello?”

“He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset.

“Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.”

“OK.”

“Tell him he can play on his iPad.”

“That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.”

I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.”

As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s up?”

Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“That’s OK. I understand.”

“Can I call you?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer.

If you kiss her, it will be that much harder to leave.

I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and took her head in my hands.

The curve of her smile deepened. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking about kissing you.”

“Stop thinking.”

I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight.

But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again.

You have to go, you have to go, you have to go.

But her hands were moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes…

Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.”

“I know.” She played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.”

“What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes too.”

She laughed and kissed me quickly. “Another time, maybe. You better go.”




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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.



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