“But this is real life,” she said softly. “We’re not a fairy tale.”
“Hmm.” He leaned closer to her, tucking a long strand of her hair behind her ear. “A knight and a merchant who work at a castle? He saves her and her brother from certain doom, and she falls for him, loves him, gives him something to live for. And soon? He’d do anything for her because he can’t remember what life looked like before she was a part of it. And even if he could, he wouldn’t want to, because he adores her. Because he loves her. Really loves her.”
“Colton,” she whimpered, tears filling her eyes.
“Bring on the dragons and demons,” he said, borrowing a line from The Legend of Camelot as his palm landed on her jaw, drawing her closer. “I will slay them.”
He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Give me your doubts and disquiet. I will silence them.”
He kissed one cheek and then the other, his eyes sobering a little.
“I can be your knight, Verity. I can be whatever you need me to be.”
His lips brushed against hers.
“Lancelot to my Guinevere?” she whispered, grinning at him, caught up in the sweet, playful melodrama of his kisses and promises.
“Yes, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. “Open your eyes and see. This is love. We are a fucking fairy tale.”
Then he kissed her, deeply, passionately, a promise of everything that was to come later, stroking her tongue with his own, his lips demanding and hungry, his fingers threading through her hair. His eyes were dark and dilated as he leaned away. “I’ll be waiting.”
Breathless and boneless, she could do no more than nod as she watched him open his car door, close it, walk up the driveway, and disappear into the house.
Open your eyes and see. We are a fucking fairy tale.
She leaned back against her seat, closed her eyes, and sighed.
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"Swoon. Sigh. Beautiful, gorgeous love story." ~ Mia Sheridan, New York Times bestselling author of Archer's Voice
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.
Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.
In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.
The Teach Me series starts off with the story of Raine and Mac, the most unlikely of best friends…
Taken from his parents and bounced from one foster home to the next, former Navy SEAL turned math teacher, Callum “Mac” Mackenzie had a rough childhood. The only time he’s let himself get attached to anyone has been with his military “brothers”. He’s convinced he doesn’t know how to love and certainly doesn’t “do” relationships. He’s spent fourteen years in the Navy and now he gets to live out his other dream: teaching.
Her thirtieth birthday fast approaching, science teacher, Raine Thompson feels as if her time to find “the one” is running out. She knows life is short, especially after dealing with breast cancer two years ago, and wants to experience her own happily ever after. But is it in the cards for her?
Finally acting on the simmering attraction they have long ignored, Raine and Mac decide to have a fling and they discover what it’s like to have someone who knows you inside out also be the one who makes your body come alive.
But it was only temporary…
Excerpt
Mac was sitting across from him with Tina’s chair situated flush against his, her mouth close to his ear. Probably whispering gross, sexual things to him. Yuck.
Taking a sip of her drink, ‘Talk Dirty To Me’ began playing and she reached out her hand to Zach. “Come on and dance with me,” she called out to him. Jokingly, she added, “It’s our song!”
He shook his head, giving her a rueful smile. “Next one,” he yelled back.
Raine blew him a kiss before she returned to the dance floor. Just as she had resumed dancing on her own, she felt hands strongly grip her hips from behind and a body press flush against her, moving suggestively. Raine froze, certainly not enjoying the sudden invasion of her space by a stranger. Then, a voice spoke in her ear, “Move with me, baby.”
No. Just, no.
Before she could remove herself from his grip, Mac appeared in front of her, holding out his hands for her to grasp. He gave a hard glare to the guy behind her that must have communicated something in man-speak to make the creeper let go of her. She mouthed “thank you” to which Mac merely winked.
He pulled her close as he danced with her, looking down with a wide grin on his face, that dimple of his making itself known. Twirling her quickly, he swung her back, close to his body as they continued to dance together.
Usher’s ‘Yeah’ came on next, causing her to squeal in excitement, making Mac shake his head in laughter, as he watched her begin to dance with vigor. He cast out an imaginary fishing line and she pretended to get hooked, with him reeling her in. They did the ‘lawnmower’ and ‘shopping cart’ moves, each of them bursting with laughter at each other’s antics.
“Now, we’re going to slow it down a bit for this next one,” came the DJ’s voice as the beginning of Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud’ began to play.
Mac offered his hand to her. “May I?”
Eyes shining up at him, she took his hand. “You may.”
They slow danced together like they had a dozen times before. Like she had done with Zach or Lawson or even Foster.
Suddenly remembering that Mac hadn’t arrived alone tonight, she looked in the direction of their table. The guys were sitting there in conversation, but Tina was nowhere to be seen.
Her head swinging back toward Mac, Raine opened her mouth to ask about the absence of his ‘friend’ when he simply told her, “She left.”
Brows furrowed, Raine looked at him, waiting for further explanation. He simply shook his head. “Just dance with me.” He twirled her out and back again, but this time, she stumbled on the return and, off balance, came flush against his chest.
She looked up at him to apologize but suddenly faltered as she met his gaze. The way he was watching her was unlike the usual way in which he looked at her. His gaze was noticeably different; heated and full of interest and with a hint of yearning?
No. That couldn’t be. She wasn’t even his type.
With her low heels on tonight, the top of her head still barely came up to his chin. She suddenly became aware of his hard body pressed against hers. She knew from when they went running together or to the beach that beneath his clothes was a well-defined chest and abs. But she felt more awareness in the air between them. Raine felt breathless, realizing her breasts were pressed against him, feeling his hardness against her stomach.
Mac leaned in closer, his hooded gaze locked onto her lips as her tongue slid out to wet them. Her breath hitched in anticipation. Just when she thought their lips would meet, she felt Mac press his forehead against hers instead. Raine exhaled slowly, trying to calm her own breathing.
What the hell just happened?
She had almost crossed the line with her friend. Willingly. Wanted to, even. And that was not okay.
“Mac?” she whispered to him with what she knew was a confused look on her face. He released her as the song ended and gave her a forced smile. “I’ve got to run to the restroom. Guard those hips of yours from creepy guys.” With a wink, he was gone.
Which left her to wonder whether she was upset about what had almost happened between them…or disappointed that it hadn’t.
***
What the fuck was that?
Mac scrubbed his hands over his face as he stared at himself in the restroom mirror, waiting in line behind another guy.
He’d come so close to kissing Raine on that dance floor. So fucking close that he could nearly smell the vanilla vodka from her drink. And breathe in the vanilla scent of her shampoo.
Fuck.
He needed to get his head straight. He could not –would not– screw this up. Raine was amazing and one of the best people he’d come to know. She had fast become one of his best friends, for God’s sake.
Is this why you sent Tina on her way?
The question nagged at him even though he knew the answer deep down.
After he finished in the restroom, he felt like he’d composed himself enough to return back to his friends. As soon as he exited, he stopped short as he saw Foster waiting for him, arms crossed in a stance that made him uneasy.
He nodded to him. “Hey, man.” Mac tried to walk past him casually, but Foster put his palm to his chest. Not terribly hard but forcefully enough to get him to stop.
Foster stepped up to his face, eyes hard. “What the fuck was that all about?”
Mac clenched his jaw so hard it was a wonder it didn’t crack. “Nothing. It was nothing,” he said behind clenched teeth.
“You’re damn right. It’d better be nothing. And that little ‘nothing’ shouldn’t happen ever again.” The last two words were punctuated with his index finger pushing into Mac’s chest. Hard enough to make him wince.
“Roger that.”
Holding Mac’s gaze a moment longer, Foster finally moved aside. “Need anything from the bar?”
“Nah, man. Thanks, anyway,” he answered.
He made his way back to the table to find everyone on the dance floor except for Zach. Zach was looking a bit tortured as he watched Laney enjoying herself and flirting openly with the guy she was currently dancing with.
Mac slid into the chair next to him and leaned in slightly to be heard over the loud music.
“Women, huh?”
Zach opened his mouth to respond but stopped. Then he looked over at Mac for a moment, studying him closely, making him a bit uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny.
His friend turned his gaze back to Laney on the dance floor briefly before turning back again to Mac. “Just biding my time, friend.”
Mac looked at Laney dancing close to the guy. “Better not bide it for much longer. Don’t want to run out of it.”
“Same goes for you, too,” came the quick, unexpected response.
Whipping his head back to Zach, he gave him a cool look before glancing around the room, trying not to let his gaze linger on Raine.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Scoffing, Zach raised his eyebrows at him knowingly. “Seriously, man. It’s obvious what your kryptonite is.”
Mac flashed him a cocky grin. “Are you referring to me as Superman? Because, if so, I like it.”
Ignoring his attempt at diverting the conversation, Zach tilted his beer in the direction of Raine on the dance floor. “That right there is your kryptonite, man.”
Mac followed his gaze to the dance floor to see Raine, Tate by her side, arms raised in abandon, laughing with her head thrown back, hair cascading down her back in waves. The pure delight on her face, eyes sparkling in laughter, smiling widely, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Beautiful and totally off-limits.
Tearing his gaze away from her, he shook his head and looked at Zach sharply. “Glass houses, dude.”
Zach raised his hands up as if in surrender. “No stone throwing from this guy.” He paused. “Just an observation.”
“Noted.”
“I gotta say, you chose well,” Zach remarked.
Mac’s look was cautious. “What do you mean?”
Zach looked back over to the dance floor to where Raine was dancing. “Raine is like a sleeper. You meet her and you think, eh, she’s cute and fun but nothing super striking about her-”
“Not true,” Mac interrupted. “Her smile.”
Zach nodded in agreement. “You’re right. But she’s not one to be classified as a stunner. Until you get to really know her and, suddenly, she’s become this witty, smart woman who is hot.”
Mac gave him a sharp look.
Zach help up a hand. “Ease up, dude. She’s like a sister to me. I’m just saying that if she weren’t, I would be the first in line to be her fan club president.”
Zach set down his beer, noticing the guy Laney had been dancing with had walked away from the dance floor. With a pat on Mac’s shoulder, he left to join Laney, twirling her around once before he began doing the running man and making her double over in laughter.
Mac’s eyes trailed over to Raine as she danced like a madwoman with Tate. Raine’s dress bounced around her legs and he watched as the muscles flexed with her movements. Her face was bright, showcasing the fun she was having with her friend.
He ran a hand over his face with a long sigh. For the first time in a while, he was regretting his decision to be the go-to designated driver.
Fuck it.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
He rose from his seat and walked over to the two women on the dance floor.
It was then that he realized Zach was wrong. Raine wasn’t his Kryptonite.
She was his temptation.
She was his wildest dream.
And he had no business dreaming of her as his.
Review
Raine Thompson has been through the wringer, her health took a scary turn, her mother last a battle with cancer, and her attempts at finding "the one" has been harder than she expected. But she has her dad and great group of friends that love and support her, no matter what.
Callum “Mac” Mackenzie hasn't always felt like he belong anywhere or to anyone. His childhood was less than stellar, so when he joined the Navy he finally felt like he belonged. But something aren't meant to last, so after an injury, he retired and started a new life doing what he always dreamed of doing.... teaching.
Raine and Mac are instantly attracted to each other, but neither act on their impulse and instead form a strong friendship. The more time they spend together, the more they enjoy each other's company whether with their friends or alone watching the game.
But the underlying sexual tension continues to grow, therefor on that eventful night things escalate and they cross that spoken line. So the make a sort of pact, a temporary arrangement, that will benefit each other while keeping things secret from their friends.
However things may have started, the more time they are together, the more they begin to want more. But things from their past haunt their present and in order to move forward, they will have to come to terms with their demons and learn to trust in each other.
Mac is everything you could expect from a SEAL, but he's also kind, giving, sensible, tender, and loyal. He'll give the woman he loves everything to make her happy, even if it means breaking his heart.
Raine is the girl next door, the one you can borrow a cup of sugar from. Even with her past, she always hopes for a brighter tomorrow. She's not one would call a knockout at first glance, but the more you get to know her, you realize what a beauty she is. I love her attitude and her inner strength. She's the friend you want to hang will and she'll gladly be there to hold your hair back after a long night of drinking.
This is the debut book from RC Bolt and what an enchanting story it is. The banter and camaraderie shown between these band of friends is priceless. Seriously, some of the stories they tell about their adventures in teaching and dating are down right hilarious. I was laughing so hard at times that I had tears.
And the blazing fire that encompasses Raine and Mac will leave you breathless and wishing for more. The heat radiates off the pages with each kiss, each touch, and each smoldering gaze.
Life is hard, but being surrounded by people that love and care about you, prove you are strong enough to face any challenge thrown at you.
RC Boldt’s Teach Me series gives us a closer look at just how thin the line is between love and hate…
Fifth grade social studies teacher, Laney Kavanaugh, is no stranger to being left behind – her father taught her that at a young age. That’s why she always has her eyes wide open when it comes to men. She’s determined she will never again be the one left behind. She doesn’t let sex blur what they’re really doing; it’s always just sex.
Until Zach.
Zachariah Mayson, fifth grade writing and English teacher, has been the bane of Laney’s existence from the moment they met at their shared elementary school. She can’t stand him. He gets under her skin like no other and is always utterly obnoxious in his attempts–and successes–in getting a rise out of her.
Until the wedding.
The night of their friends’ wedding, Laney gives in to a moment of melancholy, knowing she’ll never be able to let her guard down enough to let a guy close, let alone someday get married. She and Zach end up having the hottest night she’d ever experienced, showing her another side of him, a softer, sweeter one he’d hidden from her until now. Because now, he hoped she was finally ready to “see” him.
But when you’ve always guarded yourself against falling in love, can you let go of the past in order to embrace the future?
Review
Laney Kavanaugh learned a long time ago that love isn't always what it's cracked up to be, or at least that is what she believes. Someone she loved left her and the hurt that it caused made her build walls around her heart, and vow to never love anyone or let anyone love her.
Zachariah (Zach) Mayson has been infatuated with one women since the moment he laid eyes on her, however at that first meeting he said things that made her dislike him from that moment on. As the years pass, he'll do anything and everything to get a rise out her, if for no other reason than to have her look and talk to him.
On the day of their friends' wedding, Laney starts to feel like she may be missing something in her life. She's couldn't be happier for her friends, but there is a sort of melancholy surrounding her at the moment. Maybe she it's just because she's been alone for awhile, not that a happily ever after is in her future.
Zach see Laney and decides to make a sort of peace offering, maybe this is the opening he's been waiting for. And in a moment of weakness, Laney caves in and acts on the unexplained impulse she has towards to Zach.
With each passing day, Zach falls harder for Laney. The only problem is Laney's belief in never falling in love. So will Laney ever learn to trust her heart or will she finally push Zach too far and walk away from her forever?
I enjoyed this book, Laney, and Zach so much I couldn't put it down once I started. I loved Zach's attitude, passion, and more importantly, his heart. The person he is now has nothing to do with his very different background from those of his friends. When he commits to something, he does so with every fiber of his being and his love for Laney is undeniable. The kindness he has for those closest to him and strangers alike, can make any woman's heart swoon.
Laney is tough cookie, that's for sure. She made a vow at a young age, and she stuck to her guns throughout her life. That is until a certain surfer knocked down her walls. I love how important her family and friends are to her and will do anything and everything for them. And even while Zach stole her heart bit by bit, I love how she stayed true to herself.
The chemistry between Laney and Zach is off the charts. It's smoldering and will leave the reader gasping and longing for more. The reader will be swooning after Zach and a couple of cold showers will undoubtedly be needed.
This book is brilliantly written and can make the reader believe that anything is possible, as long as you take the chance. Needless to say, the way Laney finally declares her feelings to Zach may have you shedding a tear or two. Sometimes with big risks comes big rewards.
Excerpt
“What the hell do you—” He stopped mid-rant as his eyes fell on who was standing on his doorstep.
Laney looked mad as hell … and never more beautiful. With anger flashing in her hazel eyes and lips pressed thin, red and kissable. And that dress she wore? Oh, hell. It had taunted him the entire time they had been at The Turtle. Just for the simple fact that it accentuated the curves on the body he’d had his hands on, mouth on, lips on just a few days prior.
“What the hell do I want, you ask?” she snarled at him as she shoved past him to enter the house, pushing the door shut behind her with a loud thunk. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked. I want to know what the hell was with that gift. The one you shoved at me.” Her volume increased, her words forceful, demanding. “Why did you give me that gift?”
She was upset because he gave her a nice gift? Fuck that.
“Because it made me think of you!” he practically screamed. He watched Laney’s eyes go wide, lips parting in shock or disbelief, he wasn’t sure which. They stood there, staring at each other, fiery gazes clashing.
He wasn’t sure who moved first, but one minute they were having their angry standoff and the next, their bodies collided, lips meeting in a kiss filled with a fierceness, tongues warring. Knocking into the wall before he righted them as they pulled off articles of clothing, they made their way down the hallway to his room. Leaving a trail of her flip flops, sweater, dress, panties, bra, and his pants in their wake, they made it to his bedroom.
Zach pulled his lips from hers. “Just one night, again, Kavanaugh?” He heard the slight bite in his tone.
Her eyes searching his, she quietly answered, “Just one night. Again.”
Hearing her repeat the words, he felt like there was a massive weight on his chest, making it difficult to breath.
Oh, he would give her one night, all right.
His mouth slammed down on hers, devouring her, tasting her deeply. Having her curves pressed against him made him nearly weak in the knees at how right it felt to have her in his arms.
It’s only for one more night.
Those words haunted him and he slid his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back to tilt it, moving his lips to her throat.
The third installment of RC Boldt’s Teach Me series returns with two people who once had it all…
Over a decade ago, fourth grade teacher Tate Donnelly was attending college with the love of her life by her side. She had been certain, even then, that it was the forever kind of love. But she was proven wrong when he left her all alone to pick up the pieces of her life—and heart—when her entire world imploded.
Former Navy SEAL Miller Vaughn once had the love of a girl he thought would be his, and be by his side forever. Unfortunately, that only lasted until after he joined the Navy. Then she vanished, never to be heard from again. Throwing himself into his training, he vowed to become the best, toughest SEAL he could be, and never let a girl get the best of him again.
Years later, a man who resembles a boy she once knew reappears in her life. A boy she had loved with her whole being. A boy who had eviscerated her heart.
Though much time has passed, Tate and Miller still feel that same “pull” they did years ago. When truths about the past are revealed, will they both be able to move on from their painful past … or are they destined for heartbreak again?
Can they remember when their love was the most important thing in their world?
Excerpt
Remember When (Teach Me, Book 3)
*unedited and unrevised
Copyright 2016 RC Boldt
“Can you please pass the parmesan, Miles?” Tate asked sweetly. She ignored the weight of everyone’s gaze at the dinner table.
“Tate,” Momma K. quietly hissed.
Crap. She loved Laney and Foster’s mother more than anything but she couldn’t restrain the barb that slipped from her lips. It was Miller Vaughn, after all. The asshole who had professed to love her forever and then ditched her, leaving her to find out the hard way that he had moved on, didn’t want anything to do with her.
That fucker.
Looking down at her plate, she mumbled, “Sorry, Momma K.” She did regret being disrespectful at the older woman’s table. She wasn’t sorry, however, for the stinging words she had slung at Miller. He deserved them.
“Here you go, Donnelly.” The deep voice jerked her from her thoughts and she was sure to avoid locking gazes with him. Accepting the dish containing the grated parmesan cheese, she used the spoon to sprinkle some over the pasta Momma K. had made. That woman was like Van Gogh in the kitchen, coming out with works of art.
Minus the whole creepy no-ear thing, of course.
“You’re welcome.” She heard his mumbled words, the snark in them. Keeping her head down as she ate, she rolled her eyes.
“Hey, Miles—wait, I mean Miller.” Lawson smiled widely. “I get so confused by Tate’s cute little nickname for you.” Pausing to tap his index finger to his lips as if in thought, he asked innocently, “Remind me, again, how you two know each other?”
Tate shot Lawson a dirty look. Her coworker and friend merely looked at her expectantly. She knew everyone wanted to know the story between herself and Miller but she hadn’t yet given in to divulging the details. As pathetic as it was, even though a decade had passed, it still hurt to talk about it.
Like, really hurt.
Hell, it hurt just being near the guy. In the same room. And the bastard had chosen to sit beside her tonight. Just to piss her off.
Well, congratulations, Vaughn. It worked, she thought. He’d probably give himself a pat on the back later. She’d like to give him a pat on his head. With a frying pan, maybe. Oh, yes. The mere thought made her lips curve into a smile. That would be so satisfying, just swinging it at him.
Whoa. Maybe she should take some more yoga classes to try and rid herself of that aggressive violence she felt. Of course, her Zen wasn’t exactly prevalent these days, since Miller had come out of nowhere, knocking her world off its axis. Tate couldn’t blame Foster for it, though, as she was sure that Miller was a good employee at his security consulting firm. But the thought that maybe he wasn’t good enough at his job, that maybe he’d screw up and get fired, to never be heard from again? Oooh, that thought suddenly had merit.
“Hey, Foster?” His head shot up from where he was spinning pasta with his fork on the large spoon.
Eyes on her, his tone was cautious when he answered. “Yeah?”
“You hiring anyone new? Like, are you happy with your staff?”
Foster exchanged glances with Miller and Kane, two of his three employees. Roman ‘Doc’ Watts had been the designated ‘on call’ person and was overseeing some issues at one of their contract sites in the area.
“My staff’s great,” Foster answered carefully. “I’m lucky to have these guys on board.” He shot her a look as if to say, I know what you’re up to and it won’t work.
Damn Special Ops guys and their code of brotherhood. Bleh.
“Speaking of your staff, when are you going to have that sweet Noelle join us for dinner?” Momma K. asked Foster.
Foster snorted. “Sweet? That woman is nothing close to being sweet.” He looked back down at his plate, resuming spinning his pasta, muttering, “More like a pain in my ass.”
“Foster Bryant,” Momma K. warned with a stern look.
“Well, she is!” Foster complained. “She’s the mouthiest person I’ve ever been around.” He tossed his thumb toward his sister who was two chairs down from him. “Aside from this one, here.”
“Wow. That was eerily similar to a petulant child,” Laney remarked drily.
“Watch it, squirt.” At Foster’s warning, she stuck out her tongue.
“Children! Stop with the tongue action at the table!” Lawson admonished.
“Speaking of tongue action …” Zach’s words were cut off when Laney’s hand immediately covered his mouth, her cheeks turning red.
“Not in front of my mother,” she hissed.
“Not in front of the children!” Lawson said in a loud whisper, tipping his head in Tate and Miller’s direction.
“Would anyone like another roll?” Raine piped up, attempting to ease the tension.
“Yes, please,” Tate answered, reaching out to receive the basket of rolls being handed down the table to her.
“Save some food for the rest of us,” came the mumbled response from beside her. Her back stiffened at the jibe. It wasn’t her fault she always had an appetite and still maintained her petite size.
Hand clenched over the knife as she buttered the roll, she shot back, out the corner of her mouth, “We can’t all be pumped full of steroids, now, can we?” She purposely stuck out her pinky finger, wiggling it suggestively.
Tate swore she heard a low growl and hid her gratified smile. Oh, yeah. Her implication had hit home: Miller was on steroids and had a tiny penis.
Just when she was in the midst of mentally high-fiving herself, he leaned over to whisper quietly in her ear so as not to be overhead by the others. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, his closeness sending her entire body into a sensory overload, as his words pushed that over the edge.
“You never had complaints about my cock before.”
And, just like that, he got the last word. Because those words of his elicited memories she’d managed to lock away for years. And it all went down the tubes with one sentence.
RC Boldt's fourth book in the Teach Me series shows us that sometimes the perfect person for you is the one you least expected it to be ...
Langley Ford is the definition of serious. Going through life as a pararescue jumper, working solely around men, she’s had to go above and beyond to prove she’s their equal. In fact, she can’t recall the last time she allowed herself to truly relax or let her guard down.
Always the one others rely on to crack jokes, the one to liven things up, Lawson Briggs is a fun, easygoing guy who doesn’t take life too seriously. But witnessing so many of his friends falling in love, he begins to wonder what the fuss is about. Will he ever fall prey to that infamous “love bug”?
Langley is now out of the military and working at a security consulting firm. When she meets the tall, bearded teacher who has endless wisecracks and comments, a part of her wishes she could be like him, wishes she could remember how.
While Lawson might be the best person to teach her how to live life to the fullest, will Langley be the one who teaches him all about love?
RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
RC loves hearing from her readers at rcboldtbooks@gmail.com.
Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the
woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat
and mouse with a murderer.
Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil
man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum
to stop him.
How can Callum fulfill his duty to
protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?
He finished loading their bags into the truck and walked over to her and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss. It was both sweet and sexy, filled with the same passion he showed her the night before. She gave in to it, his heat, scent, and licorice taste. Heat surged through her, setting her nerves on fire. Her nipples puckered against her shirt and her pussy dripped moisture, wetting her panties.
“Mmmm,” Callum said, pulling away with a hiss. “I can taste your arousal.”
“I guess the alpha can wait a while longer,” she replied in between nipping his lips.
They chuckled as they ran inside the house. Stopping in the bedroom, they hurriedly undressed as their mouths hungrily kissed. She reached her hands out and grabbed his shoulders. She leaned onto him as her legs quaked beneath her. She blinked up at him and almost gasped at the glance he directed to her. His gaze was so intense, it glowed. Her skin prickled from her arousal. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. His wolf had power and that was so hot. Her breath shuddered. He kissed her shoulders and her neck, then sucked where he had kissed. Her nipples pebbled because of his touch, while her pussy gushed.
All rippling muscles and hard angles, he was a work of art. Her gaze traveled down his body, toward the stacks of defined muscle covering his abdomen. Her mouth watered at all that tight toned flesh. Her teeth ached to bite into the wall of hard muscle, to nip into the dense flesh.
He took the tip of each of her nipples, suckling them and pulling moans out of her. She fisted her hand around his cock and pumped. His body stiffened as pre-cum coated her fingers. She knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. Thick and long, she ran her mouth up and down its length, savoring his spicy taste.
She tipped her head forward, licking and sucking the thick cock, taking more of it into her mouth. She wanted to please him as much as he did her. She treasured the idea that she was able to make him so hard. Callum slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. She added suction as he pulled out while teasing the underside of his cock. She reveled in the small grunts he gave as he responded to her ministrations.
He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from his dick.
“Enough. Any more and I’ll come down your throat.”
“So, I don’t mind.” Her own need to come pooled inside her.
“I do. I want to come inside your pussy.”
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A billionaire businessman. A bad-boy celebrity chef. A curvy woman. Sometimes, good things come in threes.
Bailey Moore is not in the mood for love…
She just needs to learn to play pool in a hurry. Out of spite, her loser ex-boyfriend has saddled her with a rent bill she cannot afford, and Bailey’s not going to take it lying down. She’s going to hit him where it hurts, by beating him at his favorite game, in front of all his friends.
Now, she needs to join a pool league, find someone to coach her and get really good in a hurry. Perhaps her hot new teammates Daniel and Sebastian could be persuaded to help…
Sebastian Ardalan is too busy for love…
His restaurant has earned a prestigious award, and the offers are pouring in - cookbooks, TV shows, franchise deals and more. His focus should be on his career, but Sebastian can’t stop thinking about the curvy redhead who has just joined his pool team...
Daniel Hartman cannot afford love…
He’s shared women with Sebastian before, but there’s something special about Bailey. Before he knows it, he’s rashly bet fifty thousand dollars that Bailey will win a crucial pool game…
However, Daniel is negotiating a deal that’s vital to his company. If the sexy ménage becomes public news, all hell will break loose…
When the stakes have never been higher, can the three of them bet on each other and take a chance on true love?
Note: Betting on Bailey is a stand-alone ménage novel (mfm) and part of the Playing For Love series. It is full of steamy scenes featuring a billionaire businessman, a bad-boy chef and a curvy redhead. Intended for mature audiences only.
We walk away from Clark. “Thanks for the rescue,”I tell him. “Was it that obvious I wanted to hit him?”
“Not to everyone. What was Clark being a dick about tonight?”
“Some woman who’s joining our team.”I grimace in distaste. “He’s hoping she is, and I’m using his words, a hot piece of ass.”
Sebastian shakes his head. “Classy guy, Clark. Still, punching him isn’t going to do either of us any favors.”
“Sad but true.”I turn around to look at Ellis, who is shaking the hand of some young guy, his chest thrown out. No doubt he’s now introducing himself as the team captain. Good for him.
The bartender brings us a couple of bottles of beer without being prompted. We take a seat at the bar as Juliette steps forward to play the first match. “I'm glad you came out tonight,”Sebastian says. “For the last three weeks, I've just had Clark and Juliette for company. It’s been rough.”
I laugh. Sebastian has a very conflicted relationship with his business adviser. She’s relentless about making sure he’s in the public eye, and at heart, Sebastian’s a low-key guy. “Juliette's not that bad.”
“She's really gung-ho about this franchise idea,”he says. “What about you? How's the takeover going?”
I frown. “If they weren’t strategically important to us, I’d be tempted to just walk away. They’ve been consuming all my time in the last month. Each conference call produces some bullshit objection. Now, it looks like their board is going to fight.”I pour half the bottle of beer down my throat. “And do you know why? Because they don’t want to be exposed to New York values. Those were their actual words.”
“What are New York values? Paying too much money for real estate? Ordering takeout more than five times a week?”Sebastian asks dryly. “Is Cyrus riding your ass, then? Telling you to stay out of the tabloids?”
Sebastian knows my family dynamics well. I’m about to confirm his guess when I’m distracted by the sight of a woman walking toward Clark.
She’s not Clark’s type, that’s for sure. Her figure’s more generous that Clark typically prefers, and her black dress wouldn’t be out of place at a nunnery. She’s wearing sensible flats and her red hair is pulled back into a ponytail.
Though she’s sending out absolutely no signals, there’s something about her. I can’t tear my eyes away. The primness of her dress can’t hide her body’s curves. Her breasts are round and lush, and I can’t wait to see her ass as she bends over a table.
At that image, my cock stirs. Pavlov would have been proud of me. Bend a woman over a table, and I either want to spank her or fuck her, or both.
“That’s the woman Clark was talking about?”Sebastian’s eyes are glued on her as well. “She is a hot piece of ass. Let’s go over and say hello.”
When we reach them, Sebastian sticks out his hand. “Hi,”he says smoothly. “I’m Sebastian.”
“This is our newest teammate,”Clark interjects. “Bailey Moore, meet Sebastian and Daniel.”
“Welcome to the team.”I smile at her. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Thank you, but it’s probably not a good idea before I play.”Her voice is soft. Pretty. She makes a face. “I’m already terrible at pool.”She looks at Clark. “Gabby warned you, right? But I’d really like to learn.”
The sincere, fervent need in her voice startles me. She wants this. Though she’s doing a good job hiding it, she’s nervous. I can feel the tension emanate in waves from her, and I wonder why. It’s just a stupid pool game.
Clark nods ungraciously. “Juliette’s almost done,”he says. “Why don’t you go up next so I can see what you can do?”
“Okay.”She bites her lip, and desire clenches through my groin as I see her straight white teeth indent her tender pink flesh. A sideways look at Sebastian reveals that she’s having the same effect on him. Clark’s the only one who is immune. Fool.
Review
Bailey Moore is the type of girl you want to be friends with. She's funny, feisty, all heart, and sexy. She'll be the shoulder to cry on in times of trouble, and be there to support you in your times of triumph. So when her ex serves her with a rent bill, she decides to take matter into her own hands and beat him at his own game. Literally!
She needs to learn to how to play pool and in a hurry, so she's joined a team in the hope that she can learn enough to win. She's not the best player, so even though she's committed to learning, she's not positive she'll ever be good enough.
The minute she walks into the club, Daniel and Sebastian stand up and take notice. They notice that she's not the typical woman expect them to be with, but there is something about her that they find completely alluring. So, they will coach her on the game while pursuing an unconventional relationship that will bring these three closer together in more ways than one. However the three are all at a critical juncture in their careers, that one misstep could cause a world of trouble for them.
So when their relationship is exposed, how will handle the scrutiny will determine if their relationship will stand the test of time or was just meant to be a passing fling.
I really enjoyed this fast paced, sexually charged book that was I couldn't put down. I loved Bailey's attitude and her gunhoe attitude to beat her ex and show him up on his own turf. Daniel and Sebastian are handsome and willing to fight for what they want no matter the cost. I love that in the end, they would do anything and everything to make the women they love happy. The three give as good as they get and don't take their relationship for granted.
And Bailey's group of friend make this story even more enjoyable with their side comments and antics. They add just the right about of sassy to even out Bailey and always there for each other. I can't wait to read more about these ladies!
Tara is brilliant author and her writing is superb. I look forward to reading more from her.
About The Author
Hello, I’m Tara Crescent. I've always fantasized about being a mysterious spy, leading a secret double-life, and now, I find that that’s come true!
Sort of.
By day, I’m a mild-mannered corporate drone in Toronto, but by night, I’m limited only by my imagination; I sit, and I type, and I am a daring writer of BDSM, erotica and romance.
In my spare time, I write of course. I also read, garden, travel, cook, and almost never clean. I just started watching Walking Dead on Netflix (zombie erotica, anyone?), and I’m impatiently awaiting the next episode of Doctor Who. (I would kill for a TARDIS.)
I’ve scribbled bits and pieces all my life, chiefly inspired by what I’m reading, which tends to be mainly science-fiction and fantasy, with a healthy sprinkling of romance and erotica thrown in.
I’m a huge believer in happily-ever-after, but tempered by real life, where happily-ever-after is possible, but takes work. My favorite kind of romance stories are ones that are somewhat believable; I like strong men and women who know what they want out of life, and are driven to get it.
From time to time, I blog about what I’m writing at http://www.taracrescent.com. The blog is also where I post book excerpts; highlight information about upcoming promotions, and so on and so forth. Follow me there to keep up with all the fun!
Reagan Landry is months away from college graduation, but instead of excitement, she’s frozen by the fear of letting go — of her ex-boyfriend, of the comfortable life she created for herself in Portland, of the years-long search for her older sister who abandoned her as a homeless teen. When she’s finally forced to decide what’s next, Reagan is met with another complication — her ex’s best friend, Noah Burke, who seems determined that she embraces what could be instead of what has been.
Drunkenly hooking up with his best friend’s ex, Reagan, is a mistake, but being secretly in love with her is so much worse when things seem one-sided. A disenchanted frat boy about to fail out of college, Noah has been living out someone else’s dream after a horrible accident five years earlier. Just when he thinks he’s lost any chance he has with Reagan, she surprises him by agreeing to spend the summer together at his family’s ranch in Montana.
And suddenly what started out as a complication between them becomes serious...until the past starts ripping apart their future.
I took a chance, fully expecting Reagan to try
to stab me with her fork at dinner by surprising her at graduation. Something
better happened.
I watched her
smile over and again, without hiding. I watched her walk across the stage and
get her diploma. And I get to have dinner with her now, like I matter in her
life, contained in the small bubble she keeps around herself.
I glance at her
across the table and stretch back into the bistro chair. We came to some place
nice downtown, a French restaurant. The candle flickers from the middle of the
rough-hewn table, the rest of the tabletop littered with our wineglasses and
carafes. It’s a tiny place with pink walls that make the crowded tables come
alive.
And still I can’t
take my eyes off her.
Reagan gives me
another flirty smile, then drops her glance to her glass, her cheeks pink from
a bit too much wine. She finally unzips her robe, revealing a tight black dress
that I want to personally go thank the designer for, after I kiss her, good and
hard, and until we lose the meaning of hours and time, and discover the meaning
of life.
She drapes the
robe against the back of her chair and turns back to me, drumming her glossy
red nails over the tabletop. We’ve been here almost three hours now, the entire
time having a silent conversation with eyes and lips, all without touching
while we talk with Trina.
“Well, graduate, I
think it’s time we head out. What do you think?” Trina asks.
The waiter comes
and clears away the last of our dessert plates. I’ve never anything like choux à la crème in my life, but I’m
rethinking that after sharing the pastry puffs with Reagan, watching her lick
her lips of powdered sugar and cream.
I tilt my head
back and take the last draining sip of my wine, some peppery red that Trina
ordered. Cabernet Franc, I think. I haven’t mastered wine yet. I’m still at the
“what’s cheap and will get me drunk” phase of life. And since my dad’s fridge
is usually only stocked with Bud Light, I don’t see that changing soon.
She pushes back in
her chair and I panic. I don’t want her retreating to her room on the night of
graduation. I don’t want to lose her. I can be an adult about this. I can
accept she’ll be in New York soon, and I’ll be stuck here in Portland. I missed
what time I could have had with her for lots of reasons. What I can’t accept is
losing the time I can have with her now, especially when it seems like she
finally doesn’t want to stab me or spit in my face.
Trina heads to the
front to pay the check and I walk around to Reagan’s side of the table, then
sit on the wooden bench hidden by the small alcove behind her. To one side of
us is the large-paned window to the street, the late spring night gradually
growing gold before the day’s flame is extinguished.
I know people can
see us, I know we’re not hiding from the rest of the restaurant, but I really
don’t care. And Reagan doesn’t either. She stands up and I glance down at her
feet. Heels. Good fucking Lord. Heels and legs and a figure I want to lick each
curve of. Her hair cascades down her shoulder in soft curls, and the deep V of
her dress perfectly frames her breasts.
I reach out and
grab her arms, slowly dragging her to stand between my legs. Her perfume of
ginger and honey wraps around me, and words carelessly fall out of my mouth in
the fever of it all. “Je veux t’embrasser.”
Her eyelids grow
heavy and she sways a bit closer, pressing one hand against my chest to brace
herself. “Speaking French now? How smart of you, Noah.” She draws her other
hand farther up my thigh, the heat of her hand burning through my dress pants.
I swear she’s scorching me alive, all while she wears a dreamy smile on her
face.
I tip her chin up
so our eyes meet. I’m lost to the jazz, and great wine, and this gorgeous girl
who somehow is finally in my life after I’ve spent years being in love with
her. “I’m proud of you,” I whisper. I tilt my head up as her breath hitches,
moving my lips closer to hers. “That’s why I came today. I’m proud.”
Her lips take mine
before I can finish and for once, it doesn’t matter. I’m not in a rush to tell
her everything, and we’re not in a rush to ignore what’s happening between us.
We kiss in that French restaurant to the quick, tipsy rhythm of Django
Reinhardt. We charge ahead blindly, but know the beat, and we lose ourselves in
the familiarity of facing the unknown.
I kiss Reagan like
I love her, and she kisses back like she just might love me, too.
Catch up on the Sutton College Series
Between Everything and Us
Matisse Evans is determined to make her sophomore year of college successful after failing out of a prestigious art school and spending a horribly boring gap year at home. Despite her focus, time isn't on her side as she struggles to hold down three jobs so she can afford her first apartment while juggling course work. In the chaos of it all, Beau Grady moves in and shakes up her world. A college dropout and tattooed bad boy, the rumors about Beau mean one thing for Matisse—trouble. Paralyzed by the fear that she's missing out on life, Matisse discovers plans may unravel, but what rises in their wake can be worth the uncertainty.
After spending the summer couch surfing, Beau Grady moves into an empty room at his ex-girlfriend’s Portland bungalow, skipping his senior year of college to spend his days working at a Vietnamese food cart instead. Once a star hockey player and gifted student, he’s put his life on hold after receiving a life-altering diagnosis, complacent to live in the moment. Hiding behind false rumors and bad habits, Beau falls for Matisse, letting her believe the worst until their relationship blooms into something they both can’t ignore. Falling for her means having to face a future he’d rather forget, but loving her just might be worth it.
Praise for Between Everything and Us
I am not the same person I was before reading this story about a girl named Matisse and a boy named Beau. I think it’s because it’s so much more than just a new adult novel. It has real, raw issues and it has depth. - Natasha, Book Baristas
Rebecca Paula creates such a connection between Beau, Mati and you the reader that has your heart aching for them to work things out. You feel the love, the attraction and how incredibly lost and over-whelmed they are with everything. It's an experience. - Jessica, Maine Book Momma
Rebecca writes smart, emotional New Adult and historical romances featuring flawed characters struggling to find their place in the world, from Paris to Portland. She’s a lover of rainy days, an unabashed anglophile, and a devote Earl Grey tea drinker. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their very spoiled cat, Bella. A wanderlust connoisseur, Rebecca can be caught daydreaming about her next travel adventure when not writing.
She is the author of Everly After, Between Everything and Us, and the upcoming releases Etiquette With The Devil, A Proper Scandal, and AnythingMoreThanNow.
Rebecca loves hearing from readers and writers. You can follow her on Twitter @beckapaula or find out more about her and her books at www.rebeccapaula.com.
