New York Times bestselling author Katee Robert
kicks off her new Out of Uniform series with IN BED WITH MR. WRONG, a hilarious
enemies-to-lovers story you don’t want to miss. Air Force Pararescuer Ryan
Flannery avoids his hometown at all costs, so he’s not thrilled when he’s set
up on a blind date—until he meets mousy librarian Brianne Nave. Her sweet
curves and kissable lips are a siren’s call, but her smart mouth? Not so much.
How can two people have so little chemistry outside the bedroom when they fit
together so perfectly in it? When Ryan and Bri are stranded in a cabin by their
friends, they’ll be forced to find out…if they don’t kill each other
first.
Gina L. Maxwell comes out swinging with the
latest installment of her New York Times bestselling Fighting for Love series,
FIGHTING FOR IRISH. When he learns a friend’s sister has forty-eight hours to
make good on an ex’s debt to a crime boss, former MMA fighter Aiden
"Irish" O'Brien heads to Louisiana to offer himself up as collateral.
But to satisfy the debt, he has to do the one thing he swore he’d never do
again: fight. With more than just money on the line, can Irish reclaim the man
he once was for the woman he can't live without?
The dynamic duo took the
NYT and USA TODAY lists by storm the last time they released together, so we
can't wait to see what shenanigans they have in store for 2014!
Excerpt:
In Bed with Mr. Wrong by Katee Robert
“Don’t think for a second you’re
getting a good-night kiss.”
“A kiss from you?” He stepped
forward into her finger, forcing her to open her hand against his chest or take
a step back. She refused to budge. He leaned down, crowding her. “I’d rather
kiss a snake.”
“Then it’s too bad it’s winter,
because they’re in short supply.” She pushed at his chest again, nearly
snarling when he didn’t move. “You should just burn something else down. That
might draw a few to the heat.”
“Or maybe I’ll just set fire to
your goddamn granny panties. That’s sure to create a big enough blaze.”
Her jaw dropped open and she
swallowed hard. “As if you could.”
“Watch me.”
He grabbed her hips and yanked
her against him. Bri gasped. There was so much heat in his blue eyes, it was a
wonder every single article of clothing she wore didn’t go up in smoke. “You—”
But then she saw it. The
challenge hidden behind the heat. He didn’t think she could handle this. Handle
him.
His mouth curled into a smirk,
and his hands tightened on her hips. The feel of his fingers digging into her
flesh through the thin fabric of her skirt made her want to throw all caution
to the wind. He thought he’d won, did he?
“Screw it.” She grabbed the
lapels of his shirt and went up on her tiptoes to smash her lips against his.
He froze, then stumbled backward and slammed into the wall of her screened
porch, taking her with him. A wave of victory went through her. For all his
talk, he hadn’t expected her to make a move. She moved one hand to the back of
his neck and tipped his head down so she could set her teeth into his bottom
lip.
Just like that, he came alive in
her arms and pulled her tighter against him. His tongue delved into her mouth,
stroking hers with no hesitation, igniting her passion until she couldn’t fight
back a moan. How could one giant brute taste so decadent? She slid her tongue
along his, not sure if she was searching for an answer or simply enjoying the
way her very nerves seemed to spark and dance at every place they touched.
Would her whole body do that if
they were naked?
Whoa. Where had that thought come
from? She was proving him wrong, not jumping into bed with the man. She tried
to pull away. “I think—”
“Stop
talking.”
Excerpt: Fighting For Irish by Gina Maxwell
Aiden dropped his
hands to her hips and stepped closer. “Will you stay tonight?” he asked softly.
“I’ll stay.”
One night. He could do
that, couldn’t he? Then he could get this need for her out of his system and
focus on winning the tournament to free her from any danger. His job would be
done, his debt paid to Jax, and he could move back home to continue his daily penance
and meaningless existence.
But right now he
wanted to feel alive again, if only for a night in the arms of the woman who’d
had his balls on lockdown for months. She was the reason no one else even
appealed to him anymore. He needed her, just this once. But he wouldn’t do it
without an understanding between them.
“Kat, can I be honest
with you?” Aiden was aware of the fine line he was walking. Now he just had to
do it without sounding crude or disrespectful, which would be a challenge. He
was no smooth-talking Romeo.
Meeting her expectant
gaze, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the possibility of getting
slapped. “I wanna be with you tonight.”
“As in, with me
with me?”
“Yeah,” he said,
amusement lifting a corner of his mouth. “With you with you. It’s been a really
long time since I wanted someone as much I want you.”
“Really?” she asked
breathlessly.
“You sound surprised.”
She offered a weak
shrug and suddenly found interest in the floorboards. “You seem like you’d be
more into exciting, exotic looking women. Like one of those sexy, new-age
pin-up girls with the flawless skin and beautiful tattoos.”
He almost laughed
until he realized she was serious. She had no idea what she did to him.
Grabbing one of her hands still resting on his shoulder, he slowly dragged it
over his chest and down his stomach until they finally reached his stiff
erection straining against the restrictive boxer briefs under his shorts.
Aiden groaned as he
molded her hand over his cock. The feel of her gripping him nearly redefined
the word “premature.” She drew in a quick breath and raised her eyes to his.
Her cheeks filling with a pretty shade of pink did crazy things to his insides.
The more her innocence showed through the more he wanted her.
He couldn’t make sense
of it. She was right. Typically he went for the larger-than-life women who
treated every day like it was their own personal thrill ride. Kat was something
else entirely. Worldly beyond her years, yet somehow more innocent than she
should be.
“This is how into you
I am, sweetheart. Believe me when I tell you I couldn’t fake this kind of
interest,” he assured her. “I want you, Kat. Wicked bad. But I don’t have
anything more to offer you than one night. That’s me being honest. So if you
wanna give me the red light now I’ll understand, but you gotta let me know
while I still have use of some of my brain.”
“Green.”
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