Excerpt Reveal – Ready to Run by Lauren Layne

A reality TV producer falling for her would-be star: 

a Montana heartthrob who wants nothing to do with the show.

READY TO RUN
I Do, I Don’t #1
Lauren Layne
Releasing Aug 22, 2017
Loveswept

The Bachelor meets The Runaway Bride in this addictive romance novel about a reality TV producer falling for her would-be star: a Montana heartthrob who wants nothing to do with the show.

Jordan Carpenter thinks she’s finally found the perfect candidate for Jilted, a new dating show about runaway grooms: Luke Elliott, a playboy firefighter who’s left not one but three brides at the altar. The only problem? Luke refuses to answer Jordan’s emails or return her calls. Which is how she ends up on a flight to Montana to recruit him in person. It’s not Manhattan but at least the locals in Lucky Hollow seem friendly . . . except for Luke, who’s more intense—and way hotter—than the slick womanizer Jordan expected.

Eager to put the past behind him, Luke has zero intention of following this gorgeous, fast-talking city girl back to New York. But before he can send her packing, Jordan’s everywhere: at his favorite bar, the county fair, even his exes’ book club. Annoyingly, everyone in Lucky Hollow seems to like her—and deep down, she’s starting to grow on him too. But the more he fights her constant pestering, the more Luke finds himself wishing that Jordan would kick off her high heels and make herself comfortable in his arms.


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Damn. Charlie hadn’t been lying about the hot blonde. The woman walking straight toward him
was all tight jeans, high heels, and confi-dence. And hot. Very, very hot. 
Charlie muttered something admiring under his breath, and Luke’s gaze flicked to the man beside the woman. Tried to
place him. Couldn’t. 
Not too many guys around here who wore light-purple shirts and white pants with the same easy comfort that Lucky Hollow residents wore jeans and flannel.
No doubt about it—neither was from around here. Not by a long shot. The man was a half step behind the woman, and Luke assessed that the woman was calling the shots. His eyes narrowed as he realized that she hadn’t once wavered in her approach. She knew what she was after: Him.
She got closer and Luke saw that the face matched the body. Wide blue eyes, full lips, sassy shoulder-length blond hair that was just tousled enough to make a man wonder how it had gotten that way—to want to be the one to muss it. Her gaze flicked over him, and Charlie whistled and muttered under his breath. “She just checked you out, man.”
She had indeed, but Luke was far from flattered. It hadn’t been the assessment of a woman checking out a man so much as a predator evaluating its prey.
As though she was evaluating him for . . . something. Blondie stopped in front of him, and the second her blue eyes locked on his, Luke felt a little jolt of awareness and was irrationally annoyed. It had been a long time since he’d been quite so aware of a woman. Once, he’d enjoyed the feeling—sexual
chemistry was almost the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. A subtle punch in the gut that you wanted to experience again and again. 
These days, though, he was having a hard time getting past the pain part. The shitty parts had outweighed the good parts just one time too many. Now he mostly settled for casual hookups with a divorcée a few towns over who was even less interested in com-mitment than Luke was. He had zero use for attraction to a pretty, bold woman in high heels.
Luke noticed that for a sheer moment she had a slightly off-balance look, as though she too had felt the annoying zip of arousal when their eyes met, but she recovered quickly. Pasting a sunny, generic smile on her face, she stuck out her right hand. “Luke Elliott. I’m Jordan Carpenter. This is my colleague, Simon Nash.” Good manners had him setting down his equipment and extending his own right hand toward hers even as his brain caught on her name. Familiar, and . . . Shit. Shit!
He managed to stop from jerking his hand back, but just barely. Instead, he gritted his teeth, gave her hand a perfunctory shake, and then fixed her with a glare. “You’re wasting your time, Ms. Carpenter. And mine.” Blue eyes narrowed. “Aha. So you did get my emails.”
Those. The voicemails. The letters.
“Sure,” he said with a nod, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just like I suspect you got the message that I didn’t want to be a part of your show.” Charlie looked from the woman to Luke and back again. “Show?”
Ryan ambled over, his shit-eating grin telling Luke that this damn woman had already spilled the beans on why she was here. “Luke’s gonna be a national heartthrob.” “International,” said the blond guy
in the purple shirt. 
Jordan Carpenter didn’t look at her companion, but all three firefighters did.
The other man gave the sort of easy smile that probably had him making friends easily. Luke didn’t want a new friend.  Especially not one who wanted to use his shitty romantic past for the sake of TV ratings.

 

 

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of romantic comedies.
She lives in New York City with her husband.
A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in
2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she’s
written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAYNew York
Times
, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.
 

 

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Cover Reveal – Porter by Georgia Cates

 

 

Title: Porter
A Men of Lovibond Series Standalone
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service

Release Date: August 4, 2017

 

Blurb
My employee’s daughter. The tomboy. The kid who once did odd jobs around the
brewery. That’s all she was… until three years passed and she walked into my
office for an interview.
Frankee Dawson is no longer that girl I once called Kiddo. She’s grown into a
beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. Very desirable. And that’s a problem. She’s
my employee’s daughter. Lovibond family. And too young for me. Too innocent.

I want to feel her respond to my kiss.
I want her body to tremble as she anticipates my touch.
I want to learn all the places that bring her pleasure.
But mostly I want her to know that she’s never truly been loved by a man until me.

Frankee is my intern and under me for the summer. Literally. It’s a difficult secret to
maintain when you can’t keep your hands off each other.

This was supposed to be a hot summer fling. Sex and fun without commitment—that’s what we called it. But we were wrong. This is more. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. Never cared more about someone else’s happiness more than my own.

I love her and I’m happy. So damn happy… until a terrible mistake from my past springs forward and threatens to rip us apart.
There are a million reasons for her to leave me. And trust me, she should. But all I really need is one good reason for her to stay.

 

Excerpt
Unedited and subject to change.
Oh my God.
Someone needs to explain to me how I’m supposed to eat when I’ll be alone with
Porter in his condo. When I know for a fact that he’s going to kiss me. He’s
said as much. And there won’t be anyone around to keep us from doing a lot more
whatevering.
Porter opens the door and catches me around the wrist as we enter the condo. He’s
going in for the kiss first thing.
He pulls me close and then turns us so my back is pressed against the door. “I can’t wait another minute for this.”
His hands cup my face the way they did during our first kiss. Although it’s a repeat
move, it’s no less romantic this time around.
I quickly lick my lips and Porter presses his mouth to mine before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and holding it between his teeth.
So hot and sexy.
I place my hands on his chest and the pec muscles I feel beneath the fabric are rigid.
This man works out. A lot. I would love to see all the goodies that are hidden beneath this shirt.
We make a game of biting and sucking each other’s lips. It’s fun and playful.
Until it’s not.
Our kiss is no longer teasing. It’s heated and demanding with increasingly harder hand grips and squeezes. His hands move to my hips and he uses them to steer my body to the sofa while kissing me en route. He walks backward and sits on the sofa,
leaving me to make my own decision about how I want to be positioned.
Beside him?
Across his lap?
On top, mounting him?
I place a knee on each side of him and lower my body to straddle his. His hands move to my hips and he grips the sides, moving them so I’m rocking against his hard
cock pressing against my crotch.
One of his hands leaves my hips and comes up to wrap around my nape, pulling me down so his mouth can reach the side of my neck. His mouth is sucking pretty hard. I’m certain I’ll wear a love bite there for all to see. Not sure how I’ll explain
that one but I let him continue.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Just say the words.” He’s talking about stopping but his mouth is kissing and sucking and nibbling harder.
I grasp the sides of his face and press our foreheads together. “I like what we’re doing. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t know your limitations.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re there. For now, keep going.”
“Fuck… Frankee. The way you make me want you… it’s irrational. Makes me lose all sense of self-control.”
Porter lifts my body and flips us so I’m beneath him. His face is pressed against the
side of my neck leaving kisses in its path. One hand slides under my shirt and
dips into my bra. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger and it
instantly hardens. And it’s like a control center for everything between my
legs. 
I want his hands on me.
I want his mouth on me.
I want him on me, period.
I bend my knee and bring my leg up so it’s wrapped around his waist. His body conforms between my legs like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that connect perfectly.
We just fit.
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Author Bio
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two
beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse
before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked
back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress.
Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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