New York Times bestselling author Tarryn Fisher delivers a pulse-pounding, fast-paced suspense novel that will leave you breathless. A thriller you won’t be able to put down!
Thursday’s husband, Seth, has two other wives. She’s never met them, and she doesn’t know anything about them. She agreed to this unusual arrangement because she’s so crazy about him.
But one day, she finds something. Something that tells a very different—and horrifying—story about the man she married.
What follows is one of the most twisted, shocking thrillers you’ll ever read.
You’ll have to grab a copy to find out why.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tarryn Fisher is a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of nine novels. Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, she immigrated to America with her parents at the age of thirteen. She spent the next eighteen years in South Florida, where she earned her degree in Psychology. A sun hater, she currently makes her home in Seattle, Washington, with her children, husband and psychotic husky. Tarryn writers about villains and loves connecting with her readers on Instagram (@TarrynFisher, 61.9k followers). Visit her at TarrynFisher.com for more information, or check out her fashion blog at GuiseOfTheVillain.com. Tarryn is a Slytherin.
Your favorite hot jocks are back with an all new stand-alone novel. Whoops. Last night in Vegas is a blur. There were drunken shenanigans … And now I’m waking up naked wrapped around Landon freaking Covington, my incredibly hot younger guy friend, with a wedding ring on my finger and a marriage certificate on the table next to me. Like I said, whoops. I’m thirty. I should know better, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, apparently not. Because I’ve married the last alpha-male virgin on the planet. Yep, virgin. And my stubborn, oddly traditional new husband doesn’t want a divorce. He wants me.
If you like sexy, confident men who know how to handle a stick (on and off the ice), and smart women who are strong enough to keep all those big egos in check, this series of athlete romances is perfect for you!
(Books can be enjoyed in any order.)
About Kendall Ryan
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than three dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 3 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world.
Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than 70 times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
Arden Lennox’s charmed life may be in pieces, but she’d sooner get her hoohaw bleached than move back in with her parents. She’s no longer the prom-queen princess married to the football star. She’s a broke, penniless widow, and it’s time she stood on her own two feet. An under-construction unit in a quaint Chicago brownstone is cheap (free), but it comes with an unexpected surprise. Tyler Ramirez, her brother’s gawky high school best friend, is now a smoking hot firefighter who spends most of his spare time in her unit hammering, drilling, and screwing. Usually with his shirt off—a temptation she has no intention of indulging. Tyler can’t believe his high school crush is living right across the hall, or how fast his fierce lust for her comes blazing back. She’s still gorgeous—a little sadder, a little quieter, but still with the amazing smile and sweet body that fueled his awkward teenage fantasies. Despite her best intentions, Arden can’t resist grown up Tyler but the sparks between them send her into full retreat. And by the time she realizes the heat between them could last a lifetime, it could be too late to tell him…
Thursday’s husband, Seth, has two other wives. She’s never met them, and she doesn’t know anything about them. She agreed to this unusual arrangement because she’s so crazy about him.But one day, she finds something. Something that tells a very different—and horrifying—story about the man she married.What follows is one of the most twisted, shocking thrillers you’ll ever read.You’ll have to grab a copy to find out why.
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The beginning of my sophomore year in college was off to a rough start.
On the first day of orientation, I had an altercation with an infuriating British dude.
(In the men’s room. Don’t ask.)
I got home later that night and realized that the foreign student we were expecting
to rent a room in my parents’ house was allergic to our cat.
So, the spare room went to someone else: Caleb—the British guy from the men’s
And so it began…my love-hate story with Caleb Yates. Or was it hate-love in that
The guy knew how to push every one of my buttons.
Sometimes I’d email him to express my aggravation and disdain.
He’d actually rewrite my own words and send them back to me.
That was the type of infuriating person Caleb was.
Sometimes incredibly funny and endearingly sweet.
He eventually grew on me, and Caleb soon became one of my best friends that year.
Too bad he was headed back to England soon, so nothing could happen between
us—for so many reasons.
I definitely couldn’t fall in love with him, especially since all we had was just one
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With over two million books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over twenty novels. Her books have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
I was lucky enough to receive an ARC of TROUBLE by Adriana Locke. I love this book. Peck is just… everything. He’s sweet, fun, cocky and well… sexy as sin and just plain delightful to read. He’s going to be my new book husband.
He wasn’t a doctor, and she wasn’t a patient.But she had needs, and he fit the prognosis. Lana Blasen is a forty-something, divorcée frustrated by dating in the modern age. A chance encounter in a coffee shop introduces her to an awakening she hadn’t ever considered. Dr. James Lubton works wonders as the third person in a party of three.But what happens when he wants to be the other side of only a pair? In an erotic relationship, when role-playing becomes more than an act, a deeper connection is diagnosed, and emotions could be a side effect when the doctor will see you… ‘The Doctor Will See You’ is a short erotic tale of pure pleasure.
MY REVIEW by CEE CEE HOUSTON
5 Burn the house down stars!!!
The Doctor Will See You isn’t just a scorching hot story, it’s risque, steamy and an absolutely decadent toe-dipping venture into a darker, sexier, edgier world of story-telling by Lana Brazen, a well-known writer and also one of my favorites. It’s a side-step away from her usual genre, one that is sure to leave women all over salivating and melting into puddles as they read it.
The story revolves around three characters. Lana, Dr. James Lubbton and his friend Andrew Harden. Lana and James are the main characters though. They have an instant and intense chemistry when they first meet, and it only gets amped up when Andrew joins them in a truly carnal interlude. But, his addition only proves one thing to James and he’s going to make sure that Lana is knowns the true extent of his feelings.
James is everything you would expect in an older, more worldly single man. He’s fifty to Lana’s divorced and jaded forty-five. He’s dominant, but not domineering- God, he’s so freaking sexy. He’s commanding and, at first, seems a little uncompromising, but Lana’s unconscious allure quickly melts this harshness. She’s not looking for love, quite the opposite in fact, but, James unlocks something inside her. Her heart might have been bruised by her ex, but it’s still beating.
This isn’t simply a spicy story, it’s got depth and passion that doesn’t just happen overnight.
Be warned, this story is meant for a mature audience, hardly a surprise when the characters are all over forty themselves. But, never fear, what they lack in youthfulness they more than make up for with heat… so much heat. It will ramp up your temperature to-TAKE ME NOW!!! levels.
Grab your copy today, just make sure you’re prepared. A nice cold drink and an open fridge should do the trick.
I didn’t know what I’d gotten myself into. Recently divorced, I’d met a young woman who just listened to me rant. I didn’t know why I felt the need to expound my current sexual status on her, but the dating apps had frustrated me. Who could you trust on there? Singles adventure clubs? The annual fees were high, and only half the activities interested me. And then there were the simple singles bars, which I entered once before turning right back around and leaving. Being unmarried sucked in this aspect. The issue was I still wanted sex. I didn’t want to be alone with only my fingers. I wanted the feel of a man—the wet of his tongue, the curl of his fingers, and the strength of his hands on me—and I was getting desperate. “Have you ever considered swinging?” she suggested, and I nearly fell off my chair. A southern Florida coffee shop seemed like the last place to have this kind of discussion and with a stranger, no less, but she didn’t look like a social deviant. In fact, she looked normal. Average in height, dark brunette hair, the body of someone still youthful, with friendly eyes, and a wedding band. “Never thought of it,” I said after choking on my tea. She paused for a moment as if she were assessing me and then added, “Not everyone who swings is married. Some are in relationships, and some are single. People participate in all manner of combinations. Couples who want a third party or a single participant looking for a couple who shares. Sometimes, it’s just a mutual agreement between three, but the term comes more so from those looking to experiment within a relationship.” I stare down at my paper placemat, uncertain how to respond. It sounded crazy and a bit obscene, but I wasn’t one to judge. I was jealous, in a way. Maybe if Stan and I had experimented more or been a bit more adventurous, things wouldn’t have gotten to the point where they ended. Especially with him in the bed of his secretary. “Here’s my name,” she said, offering it on a paper napkin along with a phone number. “If you have any questions. Otherwise, I’d recommend contacting this number. He’s a doctor.” She winked after handing me the napkin, and I took it, smiling good-naturedly even though I knew I’d never call. However, the numbers haunted me, and a week later, when I was cleaning out the old receipts in my purse, the napkin remained intact with her perfect script and two phone numbers, the second marked with an asterisk. “Dr. Lubton’s office,” a masculine voice answers on the second ring, and the professional confidence in his voice surprises me. “I…I’m looking for the doctor.” I swallow back the sudden stutter. “Jessica DeMarco suggested I call.” A heavy pause of silence weighs through the phone for a second, and I wonder if I’ve lost the connection. “Hello?” “Were you looking for a full exam?” he questions, and I remember Jessica mentioning to request such a thing. I nod, and then recall he can’t see me. “Yes.” “And will your husband be joining you?” I blink down at the napkin, pinched between my fingers. “I don’t have a husband.” Silence falls again, and after another weighted second, I ask, “Do I need one?” A soft chuckle fills the line, reassuring instead of mocking. “No.” Pause. “But may I ask if this will be your first exam of this sort?” Closing my eyes, I think, What am I doing? I’m no longer certain, and not certain how to answer, so I go with the truth. “Yes.” “I see, and for the purposes of an initial consultation, would you prefer an assistant be in the room?” Did I want someone else present? A witness to my humiliation? Again, I wasn’t certain what exactly I was getting myself into, any more than I knew how to answer the question. Deciding that embarrassing myself in my lack of knowledge should best be done alone, I reply, “I think I’ll be okay without one.” “Very well.” There wasn’t a hint of a smile or frown in his tone, but the continued smoothness of a true doctor. Good bedside manner. I want to laugh out loud at the pun. Instead, I wait for his instructions on how to proceed. “I have an eleven o’clock on Thursday open.” It’s strange to consider he does this more than one time a day with more than one person, possibly more than one person at a time, and I realize I’m at great risk of making a fool of myself. Not to mention, can I muster my libido midmorning on a weekday? Remain open-minded, I remind myself. He called it a consultation. Maybe he really is a doctor. Maybe we only discuss options. Maybe he can explain what’s happening to me at forty-five as a single woman, previously married, and desperately seeking pleasure. “Thursday would be fine,” I say, knowing my calendar is flexible. I’m a real estate agent. The southern Florida market ebbs and flows based on weather predictions and the hurricane season. I’m mildly successful but wish I was doing better. Older people are a key to my accomplishments, and I fear one day I’ll be classified as one of them. Old. “Please dress comfortably and be prepared to sign a consent form.” The instructions surprise me, and once again, I nod. “I look forward to meeting you.”
Lana Brazen is the alter ego of a bestselling contemporary romance author who believes romance doesn’t need to end just because you crossed over forty. In a fantasy life, she was an anthropologist, a journalist and a world-famous novelist on the level of F. Scott Fitzgerald. None of that has happened. Instead, she’s written over twenty romances, mothered four children and remains with the one and only. Sometimes, she likes things a little hotter, spicier, raunchier than contemporary trysts, and so begins this chapter.
He promised. I believed. Brax Kent was a liar. He shattered every possible piece of me.
Several years passed before I got through an entire day without shedding a tear. My existence was hollow, empty, bleak. Hate was the only thing that pushed me through the day.
Seven years later, who turns up to be my next door neighbor? The man I despise with every ounce of my being.
And now he wants me back. With flowery words and sworn oaths full of apologies, he begs.Can this man who ruined me be trusted? Only his obstinance, persistence, and beautiful face weaken my resolve.
And I stupidly expose my heart as he wedges himself inside, bit by bit. Surrendering completely may mean absolute love, or absolute destruction.
The choice is mine. Cross the line in the sand, or stay in my safe zone.
*One Blissful Night is a complete stand alone, enemies to lovers, contemporary romance, with no cliffhanger.
“Once upon a time there was this prince. He was a fairly decent guy, but then one day he drank some pretty nasty poison. It didn’t kill him but made him do stupid things. The kind of things that smart princes would never do. And when the poison wore off, he discovered he’d ruined the only thing that had meant anything to him. But instead of trying to fix it, he was afraid. Afraid that what he’d done wasn’t fixable. So he spent the next seven years of his life regretting he ever drank what was in the cup. Then one day, he had a chance to make amends, but he really didn’t know how. He looked into his crystal ball and couldn’t find the answer. The only thing he saw was the face of the beautiful woman whose heart he’d broken. He decided to ask her how he could make it up to her, because he figured that was the only way he’d ever know if he’d ever have a chance of making things right again.” “What did she say?” “She hasn’t answered him yet.” “Maybe she’s afraid.” “What if he is too?” She was looking my way, but her sunglasses blocked her eyes. It was difficult to get a read on her. “Perhaps she has more to lose than he does.” “Debatable. Seems they’ve both lost too much already.” It was painful being this close and not able to touch her, even her hand. So I stood and said, “I’m going inside. I think I’m getting a bit sunburned myself. Enjoy the rest of your day, Ren.” I folded my chair and went home. When I got into the house, I watched her for a minute. She turned to see if I was still outside, which I wasn’t. She went back to sitting there, but a few minutes later, she packed up and went home, leaving Sutton alone on the beach. I wondered if she was as lonely as me. But then I remembered she had that assface Parker to keep her warm at night.
About the Author
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. Reader, Writer, #WalterThePuppy Owner, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Vodka Aficionado, Coffee Drinker, she believes coffee and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups.
Bosshole (ˈbȯs – ˈhōl ) -noun 1. A person who turns into a massive jerk ten seconds after being made supervisor. 2. An employer completely devoid of empathy or concern for anyone else. 3. A manager with whom you often disagree. Also see: jerk boss, a$$hole, egomaniac
DO YOU KNOW THE ONE THING YOU SHOULD NEVER DO AT WORK?
Sadly, following that particular piece of advice is much easier said than done.
Ronan Maxwell is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s also the pushiest, most demanding, and most arrogant S.O.B. on the planet. And even though I can’t stand him, I never stop wondering how his ridiculously pretty mouth would feel against my skin. Or whether or not that bulge in his pants is as impressive as it seems.
For two years, I had it under control. But then one late night, all that changed. Now that I know firsthand how electrifying his touch can be, I want him more than ever. And the longer we continue this twisted relationship, the softer my heart gets. I have no idea what the future holds, but one thing I know for sure—this man has the power to break my heart.
And that’s one thing I can never let happen.
About the Author
Laura Lee is the USA Today bestselling author of steamy and sometimes ridiculously funny romance. She is best known for writing the Dealing With Love series and the Pixie Dust Chronicles. Laura won her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works will never see the light of day again! Laura lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury’s chocolate, and her music turned up loud. When she’s not writing or watching HGTV, she’s reading anything she can get her hands on. She’s a sucker for spicy romances, especially those that make her laugh.