Series: Love Under the Lights #2
Authors: Ella Fox & Rochelle Paige
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women.
Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin’-uh.
I do care that he’s doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain—making him my competition in this year’s kissing contest.
Why do I care, you ask? Because I’ve had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it’s never going to happen.
He’s the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I’m the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.
I’m not going to let him break my four-year-long reign—no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he’s not allowed to:
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Excerpt:“I never answered your question.” “What question?” I darted my eyes to the side. “Just now. You asked me if I wanted to kiss you.” I did, didn’t I? Right. “Oh,” was all I said. Slowly, he moved his hand to my chin and gently lifted it. Still, I didn’t look at him, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the front of the tent, even though I was facing him. “Halley.” “Yeah?” “I want to kiss you.” My eyes darted to his. “I thought that’d do it.” His lips twitched, and he lowered his head until I had to fight the urge to close my eyes in anticipation of the kiss that was coming. I swallowed, my lips parting. Preston moved closer. And he kissed my cheek. I jerked out of whatever trance I’d just been in. “What the hell?” He jumped off the stage, grinning. “I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to break the stalemate, won’t we?” “Oh, hell no!” I jumped off, stalking him to his side of the stage. “You just stood there in front of me and told me you want to kiss me, then kiss my cheek? The hell was that?” His eyebrows shot up, amusement flashing in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to kiss me, too.” “Irrelevant,” I shot back. “But you’re a special kind of asshole to tell a girl you wanna kiss her and then not do it.” I turned around, then stopped. “You know what? When I beat you tomorrow, you can kiss my ass.” “You’re way too mad about this.” “I’m not mad!” My voice raised a few octaves. “I couldn’t care if you want to kiss me or not. I most certainly don’t want to kiss you.” “Why are you shouting at me?” “I’m not—” I was shouting at him. “Whatever,” I said in a normal voice. “Make sure you take that money to the bank. Tell Tish I sent you.” I left him on his side of the curtain and went to get my purse. He could get fucked. After all that where I think I was so damn nervous I broke a sweat, he didn’t even kiss me. I wasn’t lying with what I said. He could kiss my ass. I’d even wear my good panties and bend over for him.
About Emma Hart
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
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About the collection: When this woman steps into a room, heads turn and people listen. Whether she’s commanding a new business venture, coaching a collegiate football team, or diagnosing and healing people, she’s focused, influential, and passionate, and she’s not about to apologize for it.
But there is loneliness and fear she can’t ignore, and questions soon follow. Is a second chance meant to be, when the first was a disaster? Is her distrust of all men warranted when only one has truly ever hurt her? Can she set aside an age difference to find love?
Most of all…when a man who is everything she’s never realized she wanted is right in front of her, will she be ready for the biggest undertaking of her life?
Lose yourself in these three novellas of powerful women learning that sometimes love is the one in charge.
All earnings from this anthology will be donated to the GLSEN Omaha chapter. GLSEN Omaha’s mission is to “ensure that each member of every school community is valued and respected regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity, and/or gender expression.”
ABOUT THE STORIES
Go for Love by Laura Chapman: When a glitch threatens Sarah Burton’s start-up launch, only one person can help. Beck Spencer swore he’d never give her another chance to break his heart, but he can’t say no to this offer. Despite keeping it professional, the spark between them might reignite hotter than ever.
Her Playbook by Jules Dixon: Head football coach Hazel Stone’s childhood showed her she’d never trust another man. Payne Maxwell’s scarred face isn’t his deepest wound. Their attraction is a touchdown, but when Hazel finds a discrepancy in the department’s finances with Payne’s name attached, not to mention that he’s the ex-head coach’s son, foul flags fly in her head. When it comes to love, what play will be the right one?
No Turning Back by Michelle Morgan: 36-year-old chiropractor Cara Mann was doing just fine running her own practice and raising her young daughter—alone. When she hires Jack Dennis—the nerdy kid she used to babysit—for computer help in her office, he’s nothing like she remembers. But he certainly hasn’t forgotten her. Even if Cara can accept the help and support Jack is eager to offer, can she learn to love a much younger man?
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About the authors:
Laura Chapman: Laura Chapman is the award-winning and best-selling author of sweet and steamy romances. A former journalist, she works at a museum by day and pens love stories at night. She also enjoys experimenting in the kitchen, sampling local libations, bingeing true crime podcasts and documentaries, and hanging out with her cats, Jane and Bingley.
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Jules Dixon: Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of almost 30 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a spirited and artistic daughter and a computer genius but an
Jules is a 2018 RITA Finalist for her novella, In His Arms: Monroe Falls Romance.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!
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Michelle Morgan: Michelle Morgan lives in Dallas, Texas with fellow writer, IT genius, and her real-life hero, Jeremy Morgan, and their two sons. She is a 2018 RITA Finalist Editor for the romance novella, “In His Arms,” by Jules Dixon.
Nothing ignites Michelle’s passion for editing like working on her own fiction. Since publishing After Henry: A love story in 2014, Michelle released her first true romance novel, Work in Progress (Love in Progress Book 1) in Summer 2019. No Turning Back is a companion novella. A follow-up novella, No Stopping Now, will release in Spring 2020, followed by Life in Progress (Love in Progress Book 2) in 2020 or 2021.
Michelle is a member of Romance Writers of America and The Editorial Freelancers Association. To learn more about her editorial services and upcoming books, visit fictionedit.com. Or you can email Michelle at michellemorganromance@ gmail.com.
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While I was off pitching in the big leagues, my family was back in the small town of Sweetwater, Texas, running the family ranch. Then tragedy hit and I discovered there were secrets that my family kept, problems they hid. I went home, left behind the money, women, and fame. I took over the ranch and took care of my grandmother. I took over hiding the secrets. Then she came to town. A smart-mouthed, clumsy, too-smart-and-too-pretty-for-my-own-good city girl hiding out to write a book. She’s right here, on my property, in the cottage my grandmother rented her without my permission, and she sees too much. She knows too much.
Now suddenly my world is spinning, and she’s shoving a baseball back in my hand while baking cookies with my grandmother. She’s the devil and an angel all in one fiery little package. I decide I’ll wait her out. She’ll go back to the city. Only suddenly I don’t want her to leave, and everything I’ve settled for in my life isn’t enough. I want to play ball and I want her, but there’s that secret that won’t let go, but neither will she.
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Excerpt:Jessica… I dart toward the door in the far right corner and enter the bathroom, where I find a giant old-fashioned, barrel-style tub. I open one of the white cabinet doors and also find a towel, but I’m just too wet for it to help. Like that woman was for Craig. Oh God. There I go again. No. No. No. I will not think those thoughts. No more. I’m done. With him. With her. I strip down naked, wrap the towel around me, and hunt for my suitcase, which I hope like heck has the other bag of chocolate I packed. Naked might get a girl in trouble, but I’m alone and it’s not like anyone is going to see me naked anytime soon. I can go right ahead and happily pack a few pounds of chocolate weight on a petite frame that can’t handle a few extra anything. There will be no more men for me. Therefore, there will be no trouble to be found. It’s a great plan and on this one, really truly, I dare to say, what could go wrong? I exit the bathroom into the bedroom and scream at the sight of a man standing there. The cowboy who saved me on the side of the road is not only here, minus his trench coat and wearing a snug black T-shirt, he’s bigger and broader than I remember. The bedroom shrinks. My heart races. “I was right,” I accuse, clutching at my towel, the only thing between me and him besides footsteps. “You are a serial killer.” I search for a weapon and I don’t know why there’s a giant flashlight on the nightstand, but it’s long and strong, and I grab it, my new prize. I also manage to drop my towel. Oh my God, I’ve dropped my towel. Goose bumps lift on my naked body and, Lord help me, my nipples pucker. I try to grab my towel and almost drop the flashlight, which is a better weapon than terry cloth. I commit to the flashlight and my state of undress. “I will hit you if you come near me,” I warn. “I mean, kill you.” That sounds unrealistic and therefore lacks the bite I intend. “I will hurt you.” He arches a brow and, to my shock and his credit, he doesn’t so much as blink at anything below my neck. I don’t know if I should be appreciative or offended. Am I not distracting? Am I not worthy of a look? Obviously, my ex didn’t think so and— The cowboy starts walking toward me. “What are you doing? Stay back.” I hold up the flashlight, but I’m the one backing up, hitting the wall with a hard thud. He snatches up my towel and hands it to me, his hand brushing my nipple in the process. I suck in a breath, even as the flashlight is removed from my hand and tossed on the bed. “The game is over. Getting naked won’t stop me from calling the police.” “I’ll knee you. I’ll scream. I’ll—” “You’re standing in my property, sweetheart.” “This is not—” “And yet it is. You picked the wrong house to squat in and the wrong town. I saw where you turned off. I knew where you were headed. Wrong choice, sweetheart.” “Stop calling me sweetheart. And what the hell are you talking about? Squatter? What is a—” A bad feeling hits me. “You think I’m freeloading by sneaking in here and now I’m trying to buy a bed with my naked body? Really?” “If the shoe fits, sweetheart.” I scowl. “Stop calling me sweetheart. Since when do women seducing men try to hit them with a flashlight? Then again, we are talking about you here. I’m pretty sure you could make anyone want to hit you. Maybe that’s the only foreplay you know. A flashlight and a—” “Stop,” he orders, his hands pressing to the wall on either side of me, and now his big body framing my naked body.
About Lisa Renee Jones
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy – a modern girl we all can identify with.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin’s Press.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
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