Jagger Evans is an egotistical, chauvinistic misogynist. And I want him with every breath.
One minute this strong, stubborn soldier is warm and tender melting my panties along with my heart, the next everything changes. With a look he has me burning hotter than the sun, and a single touch causes my insides to spontaneously combust. I hate how he teases and tempts me when he’s so off limits. I’m torn between what my heart wants and what my head tells me. This man is hot. This man is sinful. I don’t know if I can risk trusting him.
Allie’s got me hanging on by a thread. A tiny, thin, unraveling thread. What she doesn’t realize is I’m too hard-headed and stubborn to walk away. Whether she likes it or not, she will be warming my sheets and molding my mattress. Whether she likes it or not, Allie is mine.
About Danielle Sibarium
Author of YA & NA romance. Danielle grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Throughout her childhood, she transported herself into a fantasy world full of magic and wonder. Books were the gateway between her play world and reality. On any given summer afternoon she became Snow White sweeping and cooking for the dwarfs, or Cinderella waiting for the prince.
In 2004 Danielle won Honorable Mention in the Southern Heat contest. In 2007 she collaborated with Charlotte Doreen Small to write songs for her CD More. Danielle wrote the lyrics for Take My Hand, and Goodbye, while Charlotte contributed the melody.
Danielle graduated from Fairleigh Dickinson University with honors, and currently resides in New Jersey with her husband and three children.
In October 2011 Danielle’s debut novel For Always was released. She has since released The Heart Waves Trilogy, Heart Waves, Breaking Waves, and Waves of Love, as well as To My Hero: A Blog of Our Journey Together, Into You, and Regret Me Not.
Danielle on writing- “I write because if I didn’t my soul would shrivel up and die! And I love to fall in love!”
When the baby-making ends will something else begin?
Josh and Gemma Make a Baby, an all new laugh-out-loud friends-to-lovers romantic comedy from bestselling author Sarah Ready is available now!
New Year’s Resolution: Have a baby Preferably with Josh Lewenthal
Meet Gemma Jacobs. She’s driven, energetic, and a positive thinker. She has a great career working for famed self-help guru Ian Fortune, she lives in a cute studio apartment in Manhattan, and her family is supportive and loving (albeit a little kooky). Her life is perfect. Absolutely wonderful.
Except for one tiny little thing.
After a decade of disastrous relationships and an infertility diagnosis, Gemma doesn’t want a Mr. Right (or even a Mr. Right Now), she just wants a baby.
And all she needs is an egg, some sperm, and IVF.
So Gemma makes a New Year’s resolution: have a baby.
Josh Lewenthal is a laid-back, relaxed, find-the-humor-in-life kind of guy. The polar opposite of Gemma. He’s also her brother’s best friend. For the past twenty years, Josh has attended every Jacobs’ family birthday, holiday, and event – he’s always around.
Gemma knows him. He’s nice (enough), he’s funny (-ish), he’s healthy (she thinks) and he didn’t burn any ants with a magnifying glass as a kid. Which, in Gemma’s mind, makes him the perfect option for a sperm donor.
So Gemma wants to make a deal. An unemotional, business-like arrangement. No commitments, just a baby.
To Gemma’s surprise, Josh agrees.
They have nothing in common, except their agreement to make a baby and their desire to keep things businesslike.
But the thing about baby-making…it’s hard to keep it businesslike, it’s nearly impossible to keep it unemotional, and it’s definitely impossible to keep your heart out of the mix. Because when you’re making a baby together, things have a way of starting to feel like you’re making other things too – like a life, and a family, and love. And when the baby-making ends, you wish that everything else didn’t have to end too.
Josh is on my bed. What the heck? It’s like he has some sort of super-psychic power that lets him know when a woman needs him. I think about him stealing my undies all those years ago and I realize that yes, he probably does have a secret power. Some sort of man radar—mandar. We haven’t really spoken in years, except for the casual greeting at the New Year’s party or a “hi, how are you” at a random friends and family get together. Yet here he is, right when I need him. I step into my bedroom and shut the door. Josh is spread out on my pink lace coverlet, his arms behind his head, and his legs crossed—the picture of relaxation. He’s in his standard outfit, faded jeans and a tight T-shirt depicting some obscure graphic novel character. His black hair needs a trim and he has at least two days’ worth of dark stubble on his face. Even though I’m indifferent to him as a person and I know for a fact he’s not my type, my lady parts still clench. He’s that good looking. He smirks at me, like he knows the effect he’s having. Here’s the thing about Josh, he’s completely unable to take life seriously. It’s like the whole universe is a funny joke to him, and he’s just living his life so he can be amused. When he graduated from high school he was voted the most likely to succeed. He was captain of the football team, the basketball team, homecoming king and the valedictorian. Everyone thought he was going places. Especially me. After he graduated from college he took a job at a tech start-up, worked his way up the ranks to VP, and then according to my brother, he just woke up one day and decided to quit. He walked into the office, took a box out of the supply closet, packed up his desk, and walked out. Ever since then he’s been doing his web comic thing. But I guess if he’s living with his dad again, it’s not going all that well. I look him over. The thing is, I’m not sussing him out as a prospective husband, I don’t care about his career goals, how big his paycheck is, or whether he lives in his dad’s basement. I don’t care about his potential or non-potential as a life mate. I’m thinking about his genetics. And his genetics are just fine. I close the door with a sharp snick. “What are you doing on my bed?” I ask. His eyes, always full of sharp intelligence, take in my sauce-covered dress and the blush still lingering on my cheeks. “What are you doing covered in barbecue?” A small smile flits over his lips and his forehead wrinkles as he takes in my appearance. My outfit from earlier is folded in a neat pile and sitting on my dresser. Josh starts to stand up. “Stay there. I need to talk to you.” I decide that rather than risk him leaving while I change, I’ll talk to him covered in sauce. “Alright.” He scoots over and pats my bed. I give him a look and he shrugs. “Sorry. I was up all night finishing a storyboard. Whenever I stayed the night with Dylan, your mom would always give me your bed to sleep in. I didn’t think, it just seemed natural to…” He trails off when he sees the expression on my face. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that Josh has apparently been sleeping in my childhood bedroom for years. I look at my dresser and realize that my teenage diary is in the top drawer hidden under my underwear. My skin prickles with, yup, that’s embarrassment. I look at the dresser then at Josh, but he doesn’t seem any different than usual. Maybe he’s not a snooper. Probably, yes, probably he never read it. Because if he had…errr…my teenage self was not shy about fantasizing about him. I settle onto the mattress next to him. He clears his throat and scoots over. “So what’s up?” Oh God. Am I really going to do this? Can I do this? It seemed perfectly reasonable and normal when I was planning it out after my doctor’s appointment. I looked more into donor sperm and weighed the benefits and detriments of donor versus Josh. Every way I looked at it, Josh came out on top. He gives me a funny look. “Gemma? What’s up? You alright?” “I need your sperm,” I blurt out. Josh starts to choke, then he coughs. His face turns red and he hits his chest. Oh no. I’ve killed him. He coughs and his eyes water. I slap his back and he shakes his head. Maybe I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that, but I was nervous and I didn’t think. Finally, he takes a wheezing breath and says, “Come again?” “I…I need your sperm?” I smile at him. The look he gives me makes my hand fly to my mouth in an effort to contain the laugh bubbling up from my chest. Oh jeez, I’ve lost my brain. I should’ve written talking points or a speech or something. “You want to have sex?” Josh asks. He looks really confused. “Gemma. You really have to work on your pick-up lines.” I shake my head. But he’s already starting to lift his shirt up. I catch a glimpse of rock-hard abs. “If you want to, we can. But we’ll have to hurry. The New Year’s Resolution reading is soon. We have maybe ten minutes. Not that I can’t blow your mind in ten minutes.” I scoot back and make a strangled sound. He takes in my expression and starts to snicker. “Kidding. Gemma, I’m kidding,” he says, and he drops his shirt. I nod and blow out a long, mind-clearing breath. “Sorry, I didn’t say that right. What I meant to say was, ummm, we’ve known each other a long time.” “Twenty-four years,” he agrees. “Right. We grew up in the same town. Went to the same school. You’re my brother’s best friend. You come to our holiday parties, birthdays. You’re always around.” I scrutinize his face to see if he gets where I’m going. Unfortunately, he just looks confused. “I feel like I know you pretty well. I can say that you’re a decent guy.” He frowns. “Thanks.” “If I ask you something, do you promise not to tell Dylan, or anybody?” Josh leans back and studies me. “Gem, I don’t think we should have sex.” I close my eyes. “No. No, jeez. Obviously. Ugh, did it once, got the T-shirt.” I open one eye and look at him, then I open the other. He grins at me. “The T-shirt huh?”
About Sarah Ready Author Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy. Her books have been described as “euphoric”, “heartwarming” and “laugh out loud”. Her debut novel The Fall in Love Checklist was hailed as “the unicorn read of 2020”. She loves to write fast-paced, emotionally compelling romances about quirky, smart women and the men who love them.
Before writing romance full-time Sarah had lots of fun teaching at an Ivy League. Then she realized she could have even more fun writing romance. Her favorite things after writing are adventuring and travel. You’ll frequently find her using her degree at a dino dig site, crawling into a cave, snorkeling, or on horseback riding through the jungle – all fodder for her next book. She’s lived in Scotland, Norway, Portugal, Switzerland and NYC. She currently lives in the Caribbean with her water-obsessed pup and her awesome family. You can visit her online at www.sarahready.com
Is it only princesses that get a Happy Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?
No Match for Her, an all new billionaire romance from bestselling author Stacy Travis is coming February 15th and we have the first look at the gorgeous cover!
I need a date to my brother’s wedding in six weeks, and Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Billionaires are like that.
He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.
We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.
Famous last words.
On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.
I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.
But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.
Is it only princesses that get a Happy Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?
About Stacy Travis It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a dash of romance and a vacay fantasy. I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food groups? Whatever.
From Kate Benson and Kathy Coopmans comes Raven’s Oath, a series of standalone romances featuring hitmen. First up is Ezra Stone in this opposites attract, instalove story, Relinquish.
I’m the man you’ll never see coming.
A killer who doesn’t bat an eyelash when taking a life.
I go in, do my job and move on to the next hit.
But one night, everything falls apart when I stumble upon an exotic beauty standing over my dead target.
The last thing I have room for in my broken existence is an innocent woman.
For her sake, she’d better be.
At first touch, it’s obvious this might be the one job I can’t walk away from.
She may be the one who forces me to relinquish control…
About Kate Benson
Kate Benson was raised in Texas and currently resides in central Florida with her husband and their furbaby, Boomer.
She learned to read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-after’s to her husband, Sean.
Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies, hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book.
To find out more about Kate, her work or to just say hello, she loves hearing from her readers and can be found on social media.