Bootyversary by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-Review & Excerpt Tour

Bootyversary by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-Review & Excerpt Tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date July 6, 2019

Bootyversary [boo-tee-ver–sa-ry] noun: when someone has had the same booty call for a year.

The issue: Peyton’s sworn off military men.
The compromise: A booty call when I’m on leave.
The reason tonight changes everything: It’s our one-year BOOTYVERSARY.

It’s supposed to be magic – me telling her she’s the one.
But Peyton has other ideas.
And she sure as hell isn’t prepared to wear a ring.
Yet.
I’m not giving up on her.
Not now, not ever … not even when she totally drops a bomb I never expected!

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REVIEW: The second in the Booty call series, Bootyversary is a sexy, hot and sweet story that will grab you by the kindle cord and drag you on a steamy journey!

Peyton grew up with a military father that was gone most of the time, she saw the stress and sadness her mother went through while always waiting to hear news and never having him around and she doesn’t want that for herself.

When a certain Seal returns from a mission, she tells herself that she will treat this “relationship” as nothing more than a booty call, but her Seal as other plans. The feelings she starts to develop for him scare her, using this as a excuse she pushes him again, but what happens when the unexpected happens? Will she face her fears and tell him how she feels? Will she risk it all on a man who may or may not always be there for her?

Enter Lance, the Navy Seal, born to be a hero. Now Lance was orphaned as a child, and because of that the military has become his new family. Until Peyton. She has changed everything in his world, after coming home from a mission he needs her more than the very air he breathes. There’s a catch though, Payton doesn’t want anything long term, or at least that’s what she says. Can he break down her defense and reach her? What happens when he has to leave again, and they don’t part on good terms?

What starts as a booty call leads Lance and Peyton on a journey of love, hope and a little surprise they weren’t expecting. C.M Seabrook as always leaves us wanting more, and this is for sure, the next book is on my TBR!

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Reviewed by Sarah L

 

 

Lance
Three months of unopened mail is scattered on the floor when I walk through the front door of my house. I kick it aside, placing my duffle bag down and flicking on the lights.
“It’s good to be home,” I mutter, unbuttoning my uniform as I head to my bedroom to do the one thing I’ve been dreaming about doing for the last ninety-two days.
Text Peyton.
Me: Hey beautiful. I just got in. You busy?
This last mission was brutal. Three months with no contact with the outside world, not being able to see my girl’s smile, hear her voice…like I said, brutal.
Being a Navy Seal has its perks. But the one downfall is having no chance at anything close to a normal relationship.
And until a year ago, that hadn’t mattered to me. I’d been more than happy with random hook-ups…until I met her.
She was teaching a cooking class downtown in one of those underground culinary studios that are usually exclusive invite-only. My sister had given me her spot, insisting I learn how to make something other than hard-boiled eggs and protein shakes.
One look at the sexy little chef and I knew I had to have her. One night in my bed, and I knew there was no way I was letting her go. But as soon as she found out that I was military, she’d bolted.
Took me a week to track her down, and by then I was already preparing for my next mission.
“Look, Lance,” she’d said, not making eye contact. “It was fun, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend, especially one who’s gone three quarters of the year.”
“I get it,” I told her, brushing my knuckles across her cheek and feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When I cupped her jaw and forced her to look at me, there was no denying the connection between us.
My sergeant, who’d been married for almost thirty years liked to tell us that when you know, you know. It’s like a volt of electricity straight to the heart. I hadn’t believed him until that moment.
“I ship out tomorrow morning.” I pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her waist, and despite the denial of her words, her body melted against mine. “Let me call you when I get back.”
Her palms rested on my chest, and I could feel the hesitancy before she answered. “You want a booty call?”
I’d chuckled, and lowered my face to hers, my lips so close to her own that I could almost taste her kiss. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
She held my gaze, those gorgeous hazel eyes searching mine. She wanted me, or at least the pleasure that she knew I could give her. Our night together had been the best fucking night of my life. And I needed more.
“Okay,” she finally said. “But it’s just sex. Nothing else.”
I’d kissed her then, taking it as a win. And when I’d come back home a month later, she was the first person I called. Our week together was just as electric as the first time we’d been together. More so. Because the anticipation of seeing her again was like a drug.
But there’s also this fear inside me every time I’m called away that when I come back, she’ll have found somebody else.
I swallow over the lump in my throat, waiting for Peyton’s response. Finally a message pops up on the screen.
Peyton: I’m just closing up at the Rink. I’ll stop by in an hour.
I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in and text her back.
Me: I can’t wait to see you. You know what today is? Our Bootyversary.
Peyton: Our what?
Me: Our Bootyversary. The first time we hooked up was a year ago today.
Peyton: I don’t think that’s a thing, but if it involves presents, I’m in.
I chuckle.
Me: Sweetheart, I’ve got a huge present for you.
Peyton: That’s the only kind I like! 😉
God, I love her.
My heart starts to pound as the thought goes through my head. But it’s the truth. I love everything about the woman…except the fact that she still refuses to be mine.
I clean up the house and order delivery before stepping in the shower. My cock is already hard, my balls aching with the thought of seeing her. I jerk myself off to the memory of her sweet pussy, knowing I won’t last two seconds with her tonight if I don’t.
I’m just pulling on a pair of sweats when there’s a knock on the door. Thinking it’s the delivery guy, I grab my wallet and answer.
Peyton stands there, her eyes widening, pupils expanding when her gaze lands on my bare chest. It’s less than a second, the moment when we take each other in, a carnal hunger so intense it denies all other thoughts. And then she’s in my arms, and her mouth is on mine, her legs wrap around my waist, and I’m slamming the door behind us – one purpose only – burying myself inside her.
There’s nothing gentle, nothing soft about the way our hands roam each other’s bodies. It’s ravenous. Feral. Needy.
She’s wearing a sundress, and it bunches around her waist, giving me easy access to her pussy. I push her thong aside and bury two fingers in her warmth. Peyton moans, her mouth parting as my tongue mimics the same movement as my fingers.
“Lance,” she whimpers, her pussy dripping for me, her hands pushing my sweats down over my hips until my thick cock is free. “I need you inside me.”
I groan, thanking God that I came earlier, because her words are enough to undo me. I grip my thick shaft and ease the head inside her snug little pussy, her liquid heat wrapping around me like a vise.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, gripping her ass with one hand, my other palm against the wall, steadying me.
I begin to thrust, the movement urgent, desperate, needy, the fire between us building until I wonder if it will scorch us both.
Peyton cries out and I feel her walls pulse around my cock as her pleasure rakes through her. I come inside her, hot spurts of my release filling her, my legs barely holding us up as I’m taken to the height of pure ecstasy.
My god, the woman undoes me.
She’s limp in my arms, our bodies coated in sweat, and I carry her to the shower, and turn it on, before helping her out of her dress, bra, and panties.
We don’t speak, our eyes do the talking. Her gaze never leaves mine as I help her into the shower and begin to wash her.
I kiss her, this time gently.
I see the fear in her eyes when she looks at me, and I know she’s terrified of what this is becoming. Hell, I wish I could erase those fears. Make her believe that I can be the man she needs.
“Peyton—”
The doorbell rings.
Her brows lift, and she teases, “Expecting another booty call?”
I grunt, and kiss the tip of her nose, wishing I could tell her that she’s the only woman in my life. The only woman I’ll ever want. But I know I’ll just scare her away.
“It’s probably dinner. I ordered your favorite Chinese.”
A smile spreads across her face. “Great. I’m starving.”
I get out of the shower and pull my sweats back on.
“Lance,” she says before I leave the bathroom.
“Yeah.”
“It’s good to have you home.”


 

Frankie Love: writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

❤️Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it!❤️

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CM Seabrook: When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s most likely spending time with her family, cooking, singing, or racing between soccer, hockey and karate practices. She’s living her own happily ever after with her husband of fifteen years and their two daughters.

She loves creating new exciting characters – from sexy, bad boy alphas, to the passionate, fiery women who love them.

Canadian born and bred, she started life in Edmonton, Alberta, and now resides in London, Ontario. She attended Western University where she graduated with an Honors degree in Anthropology.

Her guilty pleasures include red wine, pasta, binge watching Starz originals, and hanging out with her rescue pup, Jaxx.

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Filthy Irish by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-Review & Excerpt tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date June 20, 2019

When the summer nanny arrives, I know the job is more than she expected.
After my mam passed, it’s been me looking after my five feral brothers.
I’m running the family bed & breakfast to boot.
I need her help – I’m over my head as it is.
And the moment I meet Wendy, I’m also head over heels.
She has a way with the boys that is gentle yet firm.
But considering she slaps me across the face the day we meet – I’m gonna need to win her over one charming line at a time.
Trouble is, I’m a filthy Irishman.
And she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

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REVIEW: I have been waiting for this book so hard!!!

The fourth book in the Love Without Limit series, was well worth the wait. Now the reason I wanted to read this book so much is because I’m a sucker for an Irish hottie, and let me tell you, it will not disappoint.

Ewan O’Brion is now the breadwinner and “father” to his younger siblings after his Mam has passed. Although he is up to the task, he is nervous and overwhelmed, after all, can take care of his family generational Bed and Breakfast AND his five wild siblings?

With an Aunt threatening to take the children from him, Ewan has decided to hire a Nanny to help him with their care, but she is not at all what he was expecting.

Wendy is way over her head, coming to Ireland has always been a dream of hers, but she was unprepared for the Lost Boys that come with her stay.

Quickly though, Wendy and Ewan spark a relationship that turns into something more. Something that may just last a lifetime…

This is a steamy, quick read that will leave your heart warm and a fire in your belly, a contemporary romance with a twist. From the Irish names and the deep Irish brogue you can almost hear as you read, you truly feel like you are a part of this red headed, rowdy family. I very much hope to see more in this series. If your a follower of these amazing authors like myself, get ready for another great one!

Reading Order and Previous Reviews
Naughty Scot
Dirty Brit
Unruly Norse

Copy supplied for review

Reviewed by Sarah

Ewan

“Ye’re a good man, Ewan,” my aunt Niav says. “But those boys need more than ye can give them. Ye’ve got enough on yer plate running this business.”
In a way, I know she’s right. The bed and breakfast that’s been in my family for three generations takes up most of my waking hours. I’m struggling just to keep it running. But I promised my mam that I would take care of my brothers.
“I’ve been taking care of them since before my mam passed,” I tell my aunt. “Nothing has changed.”
Except it has. I may be the oldest of seven boys, the head of the household since my dad left when I was sixteen, but it was my mam who kept the boys in check.
I glance out the window, seeing the twins Liam and Niall, playing football with the youngest, Bradan. The twins were only toddlers when my dad left us, and Bradan was still in my mam’s belly. I’m the only father figure the three of them have known.
Colin and Riley are teenagers, but they’re about as much help around here as the goats we keep in the back pen for milk.
And Carrick, the second oldest, well, he up and left to Australia a month after mam passed away. Not that I blame him, the responsibilities here are overwhelming, and there are days when I’ve thought about tossing in the towel myself.
I sigh and drag a hand through my hair, then turn back to my aunt. “I’ve hired a nanny. She’ll be here later today.”
“A nanny?” She grunts. “And where’d ye get the money for that?”
“It’s not yer concern.”
“It ‘tis, lad. Yer mam was my sister, and I promised her I’d watch over ye boys if anything ever happened to her.”
“I’m not a boy, Aunt Niav. I’m twenty-three.”
“Aye. But Bradan is only seven, and the twins just ten. I’ve called the school and they told me the trouble they’ve been getting into.”
“No more trouble than most boys their age.”
She clicks her tongue. “I don’t know why ye insist on making more work for yerself. If ye need hands around here, then Riley can stay. He’s sixteen now—”
“I’m not going to let ye separate them.”
“Ye might not have a choice, Ewan.”
Frustration and anger burn through me. I love my aunt, but even when my mam was alive, she was always sticking her nose in places it didn’t belong. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I didn’t want it to come to this, but since yer being as stubborn as yer father was, I’ve taken matters into my own hands. I’ve contacted the Child and Family Agency.”
“What is the matter with ye?”
She stands and pushes her chair back. “I could ask the same as ye, son—”
“I’m not yer son, and neither are those boys.”
“I’ll be in touch, Ewan.” She walks out the door, and it takes all my self-control not to put my fist through the kitchen wall. But I just put a new coat of paint on it and the last thing I need is to have to re-mud and paint it.
“Bloody, wicked, miserable bit—”
“Ewan?” Bradan is standing in the doorway, his dirty blond hair matted against his forehead, freckles indistinguishable from the dirt that’s smeared across his nose and cheeks. “Is it true?”
I sigh and glance over his head to where my aunt is talking to the twins on the front lawn. “Is what true?”
“We’re going to live with Aunt Niav?”
I could curse the woman for her interference. “Tell your brothers to come inside.”
He makes a face but turns and yells for them.
“Riley, Colin,” I call for the older two who are in the living room on their phones, playing games or talking to girls. Anything but helping out. “Come here, now.”
The kitchen isn’t large, and when all five boys pile in, the space feels crowded…and like home.
I can’t imagine not having them here. Sure, it would be a hell of a lot easier to not be worrying about homework and whether they bathed and brushed their teeth. But they’re my family, and there’s nothing in the world more important. My mam taught me that, even if my dad was a fool not to know it.
The twins start shoving each other before I have a chance to talk, and I pull them apart. “Both of ye, stop.”
“He pushed me first,” Liam says, glaring at his mirror image. Most people can’t tell them apart. They have the same red hair and green eyes, like my mam had. But Liam is a quarter of an inch taller, and he’s got more mischief in his crooked grin than Niall. But the two of them together are trouble with a capital T.
“What are ye hollering about?” Colin, the thirteen-year-old asks, pulling himself up on the counter, legs hanging over the edge.
“Naiv was just here,” I tell him. He’d been too busy playing on his phone to notice.
“Is she threatening to take us away again?” he asks, looking ready for a fight.
“Aye,” I answer honestly. “And this time she’s called the Child and Family Agency.”
“What does that mean?” Riley asks, leaning his long, lanky body against the doorframe. He’s shot up this past year, and at sixteen he almost matches my six foot two frame. Although I still have a good thirty pounds of muscle on him, and I’m still able to whoop his ass when needed.
Which after the stunt he pulled last night, sneaking out and stumbling in drunk at four in the morning, I should probably box his ears. But I figured the hangover he’s sporting today is good enough punishment.
“It means that ye all need to be on yer best behavior, especially when the nanny arrives.”
“But I don’t want a nanny,” Bradan says, sticking his bottom lip out.
“Would ye rather go live with your aunt Naiv?” I ask. “Because that’s where ye’ll all go if she can prove I’m not fit to take care of ye.”
“I’m sixteen,” Riley says. “She can’t make me go anywhere.”
“Ye’re right.” I nod. “But she can take the younger ones away.”
Bradan sniffs and I see the tears start to form in his eyes. I’ve never been good at sentimental bullshit. I was happy playing the man of the house, but I’m no good at this mothering shit.
I place a hand on Bradan’s shoulder. “No tears now. Everything’s going to be alright. But I need ye all to go clean yerselves up while I go to the airport.” I point at Riley. “And I’m going to need ye to check on the guests and start to prepare supper while I’m gone.”
There’s only one couple staying with us right now, so it’s not a lot to ask of the boy. I was doing twice the work when I was his age.
And look at all the things you missed out on. I shake away the thought. Sure, I had to grow up faster than most. Take on responsibilities that most grown men would scoff at. But looking around the kitchen at the five sets of eyes that look to me for answers, I wouldn’t have it any different.
Although truth be told, I wouldn’t mind a little help.
Which is why hiring this nanny is so important. It’s a three-month contract over the summer, with an American agency that I found online. Because the agency focuses on the experience of living abroad, the cost of hiring the woman is half of what I’d have to normally pay. And with trying to keep five growing boys fed, I need that extra money for the grocery bills.

* * *

Dublin airport is busy as always when I park outside arrivals. I glance at my phone, pulling up the email the agency sent me. I know that the woman’s name is Wendy Ferguson. She’s twenty-one, and from the small, blurry photo they sent me, she looks timid and more likely to have her nose stuck in a book than capable of dealing with five rowdy boys.
I glance at the photo again to help me pick the girl out in the crowd. Oversized glasses hide most of her face, and her hair is a mousy brown, with chunky bangs that make her look closer to Riley’s age than my own. The picture is too blurry to make out any other details, so I make a quick sign with her name on it on the back of a sheet of paper, and get out to wait.
I lean against my car and watch the people that come out of the airport, but none of them look like the photo of Wendy Ferguson. Especially not the pretty little brunette, with the curves of a goddess and the smile of an angel who walks toward me now.
Shit, the woman is gorgeous, with hazel eyes that look almost golden when the sun catches them. She lugs an enormous suitcase behind her, and from the tags, I can tell she’s American. Now this is a lass I wouldn’t mind taking home.
My cock twitches, reminding me that it’s been a long time since I’ve even kissed a woman. Too damn long. But with the business and the boys, I hardly have a moment to myself.
“Hello, lass,” I say when the beauty is standing in front of me, squinting at my homemade sign. “I wish that I was the one picking ye up, but I’m afraid I’m waiting on someone else.”
She gives a small frown. “You’re here to pick up Wendy Ferguson?”
“Aye.” I grin down at her. “But I’m afraid she’s not as fair as you.”
Her brows raise. “Really?”
I may not have much time for lasses these days, but the way she’s looking at me now, I know she’s interested. And what’s a little flirting going to hurt?
“Has anyone ever told ye that ye can see the sun in yer eyes?”
She laughs and the sound goes straight to my balls. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever received that compliment before.”
“Ye need a man who’ll tell ye everyday how beautiful ye are.”
She crosses her arms and stares up at me, a grin tugging at her lips. “And you think you could be that man?”
“I wish I were. But—”
“You’re waiting on Wendy Ferguson.”
“Aye.” I sigh, wishing I could spend more time with this woman, but knowing I should be scanning the crowd instead. I glance over the woman’s head and look around, but no one matches the girl’s picture.
When I look back, she’s getting into the passenger seat.
Confused, I run my fingers through my hair. “As much as it pains me to deny ye a ride, lass, I’m not a taxi service.”
She grins up at me. “But you are Ewan O’Brion, right?” I frown, a sinking feeling in my gut. “Aye, and ye are?”
“Wendy Ferguson.” She chuckles. “Your new nanny.”

Frankie Love: writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

❤️ Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! ❤️

Website – http://bit.ly/2ra5I7t
Amazon Author Page –http://amzn.to/2r9ZVhS
Facebook – http://bit.ly/2plUQ6R
Instagram – http://bit.ly/2r3u1ld
Pinterest – http://bit.ly/2scHurz

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CM Seabrook: When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s most likely spending time with her family, cooking, singing, or racing between soccer, hockey and karate practices. She’s living her own happily ever after with her husband of fifteen years and their two daughters.

She loves creating new exciting characters – from sexy, bad boy alphas, to the passionate, fiery women who love them.

Canadian born and bred, she started life in Edmonton, Alberta, and now resides in London, Ontario. She attended Western University where she graduated with an Honors degree in Anthropology.

Her guilty pleasures include red wine, pasta, binge watching Starz originals, and hanging out with her rescue pup, Jaxx.

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Unruly Norse by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-Review & Excerpt tour

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ABOUT THE BOOK: RELEASE DATE June 13, 2019

I’m a Nordic fisherman with a simple life.
But when my sister dies in a tragic accident, I’m suddenly the guardian of three children who sorely miss their mother.
My fishing fleet won’t run itself, so I hire help for my niece and nephews.
Sofie is no ordinary nanny – she’s beautiful inside and out.
And when she’s in my arms, I never want to let go.
But Sofie has a life that’s bigger than a small coastal village.
And I’ll have to prove to her that I’m more than a fling – I’m her forever.

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REVIEW: Steamy? Check. Hot, alpha? Check. Loving story that makes you cry when it
ends? Check. Alrighty well there went all my checks for favorite story. My lovely author Goddesses have done it again! Book 3 in the Love Without Limits is out and it is simply amazing!  Who wouldn’t want a hot Norse God as their boss?

Erik is a simple Nordic fisherman up until the day his sister and brother in-law are killed in a accident and he takes on their 3 little children and a business to boot. He needs help, now, and that helps comes to him in a stunning package wrapped up strawberry wisps. Sofie, just like her friends before her takes a summer job as a international nanny of all things to see the land of her ancestors. She is unprepared for the alpha male, Norse fisherman that greets her at the threshold of her new home. Through a rocky beginning, filled with a little mud and little confusion the two are thrown together with two hyper little boys and sad little girl that misses her mother.

The sparks fly and ignite, but will something silly cause a riff between the new pair? Read and find out?

Reading Order and Previous Reviews
Naughty Scot
Dirty Brit

Copy supplied for review

Reviewed by Sarah

Erik

“Astrid, you need to eat.” I sit down at the kitchen table beside my niece and push her plate closer to her, but the six-year-old just stares blankly at the old raggedy doll she clutches to her chest.
She’s barely said any words since my sister and brother-in-law were killed by a drunk driver six weeks ago. The girl has grown more and more sullen, drawing deeper into her sorrow each day.
Unlike the two unruly boys that run around the kitchen, tormenting each other, and causing as much havoc as they can, Astrid has internalized her pain. And I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.
Finn, my eight-year-old nephew, holds a candy bar above his brother’s head, taunting him. “You can’t have it because you’re too little.”
“Finn, Lars, go outside,” I order, running a palm over my beard, and wondering how I’m going to survive this. I should be out on the water with my men, bringing in a haul of cod, not looking after my sister’s children. But one selfish asshole changed all of our lives forever.
“Give it to me,” Lars shouts before using all of his weight to tackle his older brother.
The four-year-old is all Johansen, sturdy and blond, with eyes like mine and Nora’s, the color of the sky just before a storm rolls in. And I have no doubt he’ll match my six-foot-four build when he’s older.
Finn, on the other hand, is built more like his father, slim, and tall, with dark hair, and clear blue eyes that are constantly looking for trouble.
The boys roll on the ground, and I grab the two of them, pulling them apart before any punches are thrown. God, what would Nora do right now? Or Daniel? He’d have these two under control with one stern look.
I’d wondered what my sister saw in the American when she’d first brought him home, but the man had quickly become one of my closest friends. And together we’d grown our company, bringing economic growth and prosperity to the small fishing village forty miles south of Oslo. And while we grew our fleet, Nora had built a home.
A happy one.
A family that any man would be jealous of.
Anyone but me. I’d been content with my life at sea. Sure, one day I figured I’d find a good woman and settle down. But I’d never imagined I’d be twenty-six and taking on the responsibilities of three young children.
Children that are still squirming in my arms, trying to strike out at each other.
“Outside, now,” I say, putting them down. I break the candy bar in half and give each of the boys a piece, then point toward the door. “And take Odin with you.”
The hound’s ears perk up at the sound of his name, and he follows my nephews out the front door, wagging his tail.
I can see them through the large kitchen window as they race across the yard, Odin following behind, crisis temporarily averted.
Leaning on the counter, I take a deep breath.
Everything will be okay. But even as I think it, I’m not sure if it will be.
I need help.
The woman from the nanny placement services arrives tomorrow. And I’m hoping that things will be able to get back to normal, or whatever my new normal will look like.
It was Daniel’s mother who’d recommended the agency. After the accident, she’d come to Norway to help with the children, but she’d only stayed a few weeks before returning to the States.
There’d been some talk about her taking the kids back to Seattle with her. Part of me wondered if it would be for the best, because honestly, what do I know about raising kids?
But I know my sister would want her children to be raised here-in the home she built, surrounded by the green hills and open sea. She may have married an American, but her heart always belonged to Norway.
So I’d done as her will had asked, and moved into their house, taking over the responsibilities of mother and father.
And I’m drowning.
“I want my mamma,” Astrid says so softly I barely hear her.
With a sigh, I turn and place a hand on top of her head, willing myself to be what she needs. Knowing I’m far from it. “I know, sweetheart. I wish she was here too.” I crouch down so I’m eye level with her. “But even though she’s not here, I know she wouldn’t want you to get sick. And if you don’t eat, you will. So will you please take a bite for me?”
Fine wisps of blonde hair fall over her face, and there are tears in her eyes when she finally looks at me. “Okay, Onkel Erik.” She takes a slice of the bread from her plate and takes a small bite before putting it back.
“Good girl.” I kiss the top of her head before standing. It’s a small victory.
The boys are still in the front, and I groan when I see Lars. He’s covered head to toe in mud, and from what I can tell he’s got fists full of it and is chasing Finn. The phone rings before I can yell out at him.
“Ja?” I say, answering the phone.
“We need you down at the harbor,” Filip says on the other end. “One of the boats is having engine problems.”
“Then call the mechanic. I can’t make it in today.”
Filip sighs. “The men need to see you, Erik. I know you’re dealing with a lot right now, but there’s been talk—”
“What kind of talk?”
He hesitates before answering. “You’re a good man, Erik. But we all know that you’re a better fisherman than a businessman. Daniel kept the books—”
“You can tell whoever’s been talking that they don’t need to worry. They’ll get their paychecks on time.” A car has pulled up the driveway, and I frown. I’m not expecting anyone.
“I told you, I’ll be there Tuesday.” “It is Tuesday,” he says with a sigh.
I glance at the calendar and curse under my breath. How did I lose a whole day? Not only that, I was supposed to be at the airport three hours ago to pick up the woman the agency sent.
“Dritt,” I mutter more loudly, causing Astrid to raise her brows at me. “I’ll call you back,” I say before ending the call. “Astrid, get your shoes on, we need to go.”
She slips off the chair. “Go where?”
“To the airport. We have to—” Through the window, I see what happens next in slow motion. But no matter how fast I move, I know I can’t stop it from happening.
Both Lars and Finn are hidden behind a bush, and I see the trouble in their eyes, and the mud in their hands. When the back door of the car opens, a pretty woman steps out.
Strawberry blonde hair whips in the wind, crystal clear blue eyes scan the yard. She’s tall and lean and has an elegance to her that takes my breath away. And she’s about to have mud slung at her.
I push open the screen door, yelling at my nephews as mud balls are flung through the air. The first one hits her arm, and I’m halfway out the door yelling at the boys when the second one lands square on her cheek.
Dritt.
She sucks in a breath, those blue eyes going wide with shock. Her delicate hand reaches up and wipes away the mud from her cheek, then her gaze locks on mine and I see her step back, her hand on the door handle of the taxi.
“Vær så snill,” I say, storming toward her. “What?” she asks, her voice soft and smooth. Like she needs someone to hold onto her, to keep her here. That person is me.
“Please,” I say in English. “Don’t go.” I contacted the agency because I needed help this summer.
But one look at her tells me I need a hell of a lot more than help.
I need her.

Frankie Love: writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

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CM Seabrook: When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s most likely spending time with her family, cooking, singing, or racing between soccer, hockey and karate practices. She’s living her own happily ever after with her husband of fifteen years and their two daughters.

She loves creating new exciting characters – from sexy, bad boy alphas, to the passionate, fiery women who love them.

Canadian born and bred, she started life in Edmonton, Alberta, and now resides in London, Ontario. She attended Western University where she graduated with an Honors degree in Anthropology.

Her guilty pleasures include red wine, pasta, binge watching Starz originals, and hanging out with her rescue pup, Jaxx.

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Naughty Scot/Dirty Brit (Love Without Limits 1 & 2) by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-Review Tour

NAUGHTY SCOT
Love Without Limits #1
by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook
Release Date: May 30, 2019
Genre: adult, contemporary, erotic, romance

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My life in the highlands is simple – and that’s how I like it.
But when a wee bairn is dropped off on my doorstep, things get complicated.
My sister’s baby needs looking after, but I have my fields and sheep that keep me busy.
When an American nanny moves in, it seems my problems are solved.
Except Elsie’s making my life more tangled than the baby is.
She’s everything I’m not and exactly what I need.
And I won’t be happy unless she’s holding this Highlander’s sword.
They say first comes love, then comes marriage – but we’re starting off with a baby carriage.

•••••••••••

REVIEW: *Bowing down to the great minds of Frankie Love and C.M Seabrook, I charge my kindle at your feet* Ladies you are so amazing together and I am so pleased with this new series.

You know those books that keep you up at night? You know what I am talking about ladies *Wink wink* Well this is one of them. Although this story is short, it is a great book that kicks off the series so well, when reading you just want the next page more and more.

The new series kicks off with a trip to Scotland and our very own highlander. Kier is a highland Scotsman, tasked with taking care of his recently passed sisters child. The big brooding man knows nothing of taking care of a baby and does the one thing he can think of.

Hiring a nanny.

Elsie, a young woman from America entered the highlands with fantasies of her very own highlander, like the ones she sees on the covers of books. She has no idea what awaits her, after a disastrous set of events getting to the house, Elsie is thrown when she is insistently attracted to her new boss.

Little does she know that he holds a secret, a secret she MORE than willing to do anything to find out,

Frankie Love and C.M Seabrook are like the dynamic duo, when they get together the peer into the minds of their readers and boy oh boy do they never disappoint. This is a hot and steamy read that I just couldn’t pass up.

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Reviewed by Sarah L

DIRTY BRIT
Love Without Limits #2
by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook
Release Date: June 6, 2019
Genre: adult, contemporary, erotic, romance

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date June 6, 2019

I’m a single father and my darling six-year-old is the epitome of handful.
But the moment our new nanny sweeps into our lives, everything changes.
Dina’s more than a Portuguese bomb-shell.
She has a tender heart, a way with words, and makes my gray London life suddenly seem bright.
She’s young and innocent.
I’m a widower and an earl.
I have baggage that I can’t ask her to carry.
But when she’s in my arms, I want to sweep her off her feet.

•••••••••••••

REVIEW: Yet again these writing Goddesses take us for an amazing adventure of love at first sight, steamy moments and hotties you just can’t beat!

The second in the Love Without Limits series, are you ready readers? We are off to England!

Welcome to the world of Earl Callum Wharton, widower and single father to the ever spoiled Amelia. Callum, has hired yet another nanny for his daughter. This said daughter has gone through more nannies than he can even count, but he needs the help for the summer. However, I don’t think he was ready for what was to come.

Dina Pacheco, a American woman from Seattle with a diploma in culinary not child rearing, what does she know of being a nanny?

When Dina took the job as a nanny to an Earl she was very much unprepared for the immediate sweltering hot attraction she shares with her new boss. Callum is nothing she thought the would be, a gentleman, kind, giving and an amazing father to little Amelia.

When passions ignite, Dina is asked to a magical ball where she feels like the Portuguese version of Cinderellla, but what happens when the clock hits midnight? Will she realize she does indeed belong with this family? Or will her fears scar her away?

The Dirty Brit is a steamy short story that is truly pleasurably, Frankie Love and C.M Seabrook have hooked me once again to their star. I can not wait for the nest!

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Callum

“I don’t want a new nanny.” Amelia stomps her foot and pouts up at me. My daughter may only be six years old, but she’s already mastered the art of manipulation. Even knowing that I still have a hard time saying no to her.
However, the nanny is non-negotiable. I may be an earl, and hold a seat on the Queen’s council, but I still have to work.
“Why can’t you stay home, Daddy?” She stares up at me with those big blue eyes, and I almost give in to her demand.
I know I’ve spoiled her, but after her mother passed away when she was a little over a year old, I’ve felt the need to make the loss up to her. Not that I could control Margaret’s passing. I only had three months with her after she was diagnosed with a rare form of lymphoma.
We’d married young, for convenience, but I did love her. And she gave me the most special gift of all-Amelia.
My daughter may have inherited my wife’s blonde hair and freckles, but the child has acquired my own stubbornness, which is the reason we’ve gone through over twenty nannies in the past five years. And after the unfortunate events that happened with the last one, I had to go through a new agency out of the US.
The woman’s qualifications are a far cry from the British nannies who’ve been in my employ, but I’ve run out of options.
“I’ve told you, darling,” I say, crouching to Amelia’s level. “If I don’t work, I can’t afford to buy you all the pretty little things you like.”
“I don’t care.” She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes tight. “I don’t want you to go.”
I sigh, and stand, Amelia still wrapped around me like a spider monkey. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”
She pulls back. “Take me to the lake, Daddy. We can build a sandcastle as tall as Big Ben.”
I chuckle. “That would be quite a feat.”
“Please, Daddy. We haven’t gone to the lake in so long.”
“I’ll look at my schedule and see if we can schedule a day.” Through the window, I see the car pull up to the front of the house, and my driver, Harold, get out. “I think she’s here.” I place Amelia’s feet back on the floor. “I’ll make a deal, you be on your best behavior and I’ll see about the beach day.”
She scrunches her nose at me.
“You promise?”
“I do.”
With a sigh, she nods, then takes my hand and we walk to the front door to greet the new nanny. Before we get there, Amelia exclaims. “I have to use the potty, Daddy.”
I frown. I know this game. Amelia uses the bathroom as a way to avoid situations. For a six-year-old, she’s much too smart for her own good. “Alright, but be quick. And wash your hands.”
Amelia scurries upstairs to the second-floor bathroom and I turn to pull open the front door. I have no idea what to expect, and my hopes aren’t high. I love my little girl, but the last thing I need this summer is to struggle with finding childcare. There’s enough on my plate with work and being a single father.
The agency forwarded me the woman’s resume, so I know that her name is Dina Pacheco and that she’s from Seattle, and has a diploma from a culinary school. I’m not sure how that makes her qualified for this line of work, but the woman I’d spoken to at the agency had insisted she was the best choice.
Yet when Harold opens the back door of the town car, I wonder if he didn’t pick up the wrong woman at the airport. She isn’t in a white apron and black dress, like the rest of the nannies I’ve hired, that’s for sure.
Her outfit is more colorful than the peacocks that my aunt Martha keeps at her vineyard. She’s wearing a bright, floral kimono over distressed jeans-the kind you see people wearing and wonder did they actually buy them like that on purpose? Gaping holes at the knee and thighs … showing off a fair bit of skin. It’s the color of shimmering sand and it makes me wonder if Amelia’s idea of spending the day at the beach isn’t rather perfect after all.
She wears impractical wedge heels in pink and there’s a leopard print tote bag on her shoulder that’s nearly as big as she is. She’s petite, all curves and color, and my cock, which hasn’t shown interest in anyone in a long time, instantly hardens.
Shit.
Her long, wavy dark hair has hidden her face from me, but when she brushes it back, I’m not prepared for the eyes that look back at me. They’re dark, a rich chocolate brown. But it’s not the color that gives me pause, it’s the way I swear I can see into the woman’s very soul. They’re filled with as much brightness, and life, as her outfit.
And then she smiles. She has two deep dimples in both of her cheeks, and even though it’s a typical drab day in London, the sun seems to come out.
Her gaze rests on mine for a moment, and I see that smile falter slightly.
“I’m Dina Pacheco. Are you Callum Wharton?” she asks, her voice as light and breezy as her smile.
“Uh, yes. Yes, I am. Callum is fine,” I say, trying to string together words. One look at her and I’m caught off balance. A thing that rarely, if ever, happens to me. I’m an earl, for Christ’s sake, not a schoolboy with a crush. I can certainly speak to this exotic creature.
Except apparently not. Because I’m flustered in a way I’ve never been in my life.
“So…can I come in?” She lifts her shoulders as she asks the question and I realize it’s time to get out of the way and let her inside.
“Of course, right this way,” I say as Harold brings in her luggage. “The flight was acceptable, I presume?”
She smiles, a small laugh playing on her lips. “I suppose it was acceptable.”
“Suppose?” I’m taken aback and she must notice. Her hand falls to my arm as she laughs apologetically. “I’m just teasing, Callum. You hired a private jet for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been treated so well. So thank you, I mean it.”
I can relax then, realizing I haven’t upset her and before I can say anymore, Amelia is bounding down the steps, her eyes wide.
“She looks like a flower!” my daughter exclaims with the same pleasure in her voice as she had when I took her to Disney Paris over Christmas to meet the princesses.
“You must be Amelia,” Dina says without missing a beat. She crouches to my daughter’s level and holds her hand out.
“I’m Dina.”
Amelia purses her lips, and I give her hand a small squeeze.
“Manners,” I remind her.
“My other nannies wanted me to call them by their last names.”
“I prefer you call me Dina, but if you want, you can call me Miss Pacheco.”
“That’s a funny name.”
“Amelia,” I warn.
“It’s Portuguese,” Dina says, unfazed by her rudeness. “But I’m from the United States. A city called Seattle.”
“Is that why you speak funny?” She laughs.
“I suppose I do. Maybe you can teach me how to speak proper English,” she says the last two words in a terrible British accent, and I can’t help but smile. “And I’ll teach you how to make the perfect chocolate cake.”
Amelia’s face brightens. “I love cake.”
Those dimples appear again. “I’ll tell you a secret, so do I.”
They smile at each other, and I’m a little shell shocked at how quickly this woman has charmed my daughter.
“Can I tell you another secret?” Dina says to Amelia. “I was on a plane for ten hours, and I’m really tired. Do you know it’s nighttime where I live right now?”
Amelia frowns. “But the sun is out.”
“Not in Seattle. If you have a globe, I’ll show you. And then maybe you can show me to my room.”
On her own, Amelia reaches for Dina’s hand. “Come on. And I’ll show you my room too. I’ve got hundreds of dolls. But I want one that has a shirt like yours.”
Dina chuckles as she follows my daughter inside, and I’m left there standing like a fool with my mouth open, wondering what the bloody hell just happened.
“She’s a different one,” Henry, my butler, says, placing the last of her bags on the steps, which are just as bright and colorful as her personality.
“That she is,” I say, realizing it’s not Amelia I’m worried about.
It’s myself.

Frankie Love: writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

❤️ Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! ❤️

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CM Seabrook: When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s most likely spending time with her family, cooking, singing, or racing between soccer, hockey and karate practices. She’s living her own happily ever after with her husband of fifteen years and their two daughters.

She loves creating new exciting characters – from sexy, bad boy alphas, to the passionate, fiery women who love them.

Canadian born and bred, she started life in Edmonton, Alberta, and now resides in London, Ontario. She attended Western University where she graduated with an Honors degree in Anthropology.

Her guilty pleasures include red wine, pasta, binge watching Starz originals, and hanging out with her rescue pup, Jaxx.

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Nailed Down / Screwed Tight by Frankie Love & CM Seabrook-review tour

NAILED DOWN
Hammers and Veils #2
by Frankie Love / CM Seabrook
Release Date: May 9, 2019
Genre: adult, contemporary,erotic, romance

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Lola Barringer is on her hands and knees when I step foot on her property.
Her perfect ass is the first thing I see and the only thing I want.

She’s flawless and funny – and so damn sexy. But when she takes a good look at me, she’s furious.
Turns out I broke her heart years ago.

I was her first crush, her one and only fantasy … and now I’ll do what it takes to win her back. I effed up once – but I won’t do it again. This time I’m nailing down the girl who got away.

•••••••••

REVIEW: A short, sweet, steamy story that will tug on the heartstrings.

Lola was easy to relate for me, shy in high school, but an open and warm heart she comes into her own as she grows into an adult. Jump ahead to the present, Mason Stone enters the picture. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks, known womanizer and Lola’s all-time crush. With twists and turns, misunderstandings and a lost letter, Mason and Lola miss their moment in high school to have it come again years later.

Lola needs a contractor for her new home and whom happens to be that contractor? That’s right the one and only Mason Stone of Nailed Down construction. Mason is still the boy she remembers, cocky, womanizing and oh so hot. The worst thing though? He doesn’t even recognize her when they meet again. Lola is unsure if she is willing to out her heart on the line again for a guy that has already broke it once, but…the connection between them is strong and Lola has a hard time defining these unforgotten feelings for Mason.

Can Mason and Lola find out the secrets of the pass? Will Lola be able to forgive Mason for what he did? Second chances are always a risk, but are either or them willing to take that risk?

Contemporary style but with some mention of physical and sexual abuse, warning to safe readers!

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SCREWED TIGHT
Hammers and Veils #3
by Frankie Love / CM Seabrook
Release Date: May 16, 2019
Genre: adult, contemporary, erotic, romance

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I’ve been in love with Jenna Blake since she was twelve years old.
Now she’s all grown up.

And as off-limits as ever.

Her brother is my best friend – she’s the one girl I can’t have.

But when I show up to build her greenhouse, I realize I’m not alone in my forbidden desire.
She wants me, too.

Without her, I’m screwed.
So damn tight.

This job is suddenly about more than hammering in some nails.
It’s about building a future with the only girl I’ve ever wanted.

•••••••••••

REVIEW: Fall in love all over again with Frankie Love!

Sassy, sweet fun and flirty. Jenna has been in love with her brother’s best friend her entire life, but what is she supposed to do when the only thing he thinks of her is a “sisterly love.” Porter is a hands-on man, and part of her brother’s company, Nailed Down, when he arrives at Jenna’s home to build her house, the emotions the two-share run ramped. Will Porter but his relationship with Jenna’s brother on the line for her? Will Jenna risk losing the only family she had left to finally see if Porter has feelings about her? Will those feelings be true?

This story was short and sweet and such a turn on, warning, don’t do what I did and read it and work, people will look at you funny when you laugh at the silly jokes. Truly though, this is such a good read, it’s uplifting and fun, it will bring such a light to your heart. Everyone loves a good book!

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Reviewed by Sarah

NOTE: Excerpt intended for mature readers 18+ due to strong language and content

 

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Porter“It’s my week off,” I mutter into my phone, knowing my friend and business partner’s most recent request is going to be a hell of a lot tougher than just building a damn greenhouse. Because it means spending one-on-one time with the man’s little sister.
“Exactly,” Eli says. “When have you ever been able to sit still and just relax? Plus, you’d be doing me a favor. I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
I grunt. More like he’s got his new wife tied up. Lucky son of a bitch. Not that I have any lascivious thoughts about Karis, but I am jealous that my friend has met the woman of his dreams, managed to put a ring on her finger, and a baby in her belly. Especially since the woman I want has a huge red flashing sign above her forehead that reads Off Limits.
Sure, the whole falling for your best friend’s little sister may be cliché, hell I may have even been tempted to break the bro-code rule, if the brother in question wasn’t Eli Blake. I’ve seen what the man has done to any poor bastard who’s ever looked Jenna’s way. God forbid I give in to my cravings and do more than just look.
In all fairness, I’ve been just as possessive of her. Because, the thought of any man getting close to her, touching her…shit, it stirs something primal inside me.
“Fine,” I grumble, knowing that if I refuse to do the work for Jenna, it’ll just make Eli suspicious. The crazy thing is I want this job-any chance to be around her makes the world a better place-even if it’s torture.
“Just be nice to her,” Eli says.
“I’m always nice,” I growl.
He laughs.
“Come on, you’re not known for your charm. And you know how sheltered Jenna is-just be easy on her.” I grunt a reply, trying to hide my annoyance. All I’ve ever been to Jenna is polite, even though what I want to be is so much more. But I don’t trust myself around her. That’s why I keep her at arm’s length.
Jenna has been like a little sister to me for the past ten years-too fucking bad I no longer see the twelve-year-old girl who used to follow me around like a puppy.
Jenna is all woman now. And when I pull my truck to a stop in front of her little cottage and see her bent over her garden, I let out a low, painful moan.
She’s wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that show off her round little ass, and a tight tank top that hugs all her curves. Her long dark hair is pulled up in a ponytail giving me a perfect view of her slim neck and profile. Those blue eyes meet mine as I get out of the truck, like always they brighten when they land on me, her lips spreading into a grin as she stands and pulls off her gardening gloves.
“Hey, Porter.” Her sweet voice wraps around my cock.
God, this is going to be torture. Sweet, fucking torture.
“This place is looking great,” I tell her, looking around the blooming hostas, and azaleas, and clematis that climb the trellis-anywhere but at her. “You have a real green thumb.”
“But I still can’t use a hammer or screwdriver.” She shoves her gloves in her back pocket. “I really appreciate you helping me with the greenhouse. I’ve gotten a lot of new business this year, and it would be great to grow my own perennials, rather than have to go to a nursery to buy them.”
“Makes sense.” I rub the back of my neck and try not to notice how close she’s standing. And I sure as hell shouldn’t be noticing how her nipples poke out from her shirt.
“So can I show you what I’m thinking?” she asks, licking her pink lips. For a second my cock twitches-is she thinking what I’m thinking? But the idea is tossed aside as quickly as it came-she’s leading me to the cleared area where she wants the greenhouse.
“Eli sent me over the specs, were they your idea?”
Jenna nods. “Yeah, I thought a basic plastic frame and mesh over it would be easiest.”
I grunt. “You shouldn’t have what’s easiest. You deserve the best.”
Jenna smirks. “That’s sweet, but I was going for affordable.
I’m still trying to get this business off the ground.” I frown, looking at my phone. The plans Eli sent over are simple but aren’t built to last. When I put down a foundation, I want it to be solid. I want it to last. And yes, that’s a fucking metaphor. I’m not a player, I don’t sink my cock into any old thing. I know exactly who I want. And if I can’t have her, I don’t want anyone at all.
“I can do better than this,” I tell her. “I have most of the lumber I’ll need in my supply yard at home.”
“Eli won’t like you dipping into the company pot for his little sister.” I scowl, pushing my phone in my pocket. “This is on me.”
“Why would you do this for me, Porter?” she asks, stepping closer. She has no idea how much it kills me to be so damn close to her. She smells like honeysuckle and sweet tea and I want to drink her up, all day long.
Across from her, I feel so big, so overbearing. I’m six-foot-five, broad shoulders and growl more often than not. She’s a little thing, my palm would cover her back. She’s small enough to slip into my arms, light as a feather.
“You’re like family.”
My voice is rough from trying to hold back my need for her, and I know I must come off too harsh because she just nods, lowering her eyes.
“Right. Like family.” She lets out a small sigh.
For a moment I wonder if I just fucked up. She won’t look at me. I thought she’d be acting the opposite-pleased that I am going to build her a legit greenhouse.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. It’s hard to look at her. Her tits are perky, her tank top cropped and her belly bare. Fuck I want to run my hands all over her, but I step back.
I know Jenna never dates and I lie to myself, saying it’s because deep down she knows what I know.
That we belong together.
She lifts her gaze, sighing. “No, Porter. You did everything exactly right. Just like always.”
I swallow, trying to get a read on the girl who I’ve known more than half my life. “Alright then, guess it’s time to get to work.”
She looks over at the flower bed she was weeding when I arrived. “I’ll just be over there, then…on my hands and knees.” Jenna licks her lips again and I wonder if she has any idea how fucking hot she looks when she does that. “In case you need anything, Porter. Anything from me at all.”
Jenna walks away and my cock is throbbing. Holy hell, if that’s not an innuendo I don’t know what is.
Now that Jenna Blake is all grown up, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.
I sure as hell want to tend her garden, that’s for damn fucking sure.


Frankie Love: writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

❤️ Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! ❤️

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CM Seabrook: When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s most likely spending time with her family, cooking, singing, or racing between soccer, hockey and karate practices. She’s living her own happily ever after with her husband of fifteen years and their two daughters.

She loves creating new exciting characters – from sexy, bad boy alphas, to the passionate, fiery women who love them.

Canadian born and bred, she started life in Edmonton, Alberta, and now resides in London, Ontario. She attended Western University where she graduated with an Honors degree in Anthropology.

Her guilty pleasures include red wine, pasta, binge watching Starz originals, and hanging out with her rescue pup, Jaxx.

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