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How We Fall by Alyne Hart
Title: How We Fall
Series: The Men of Evansdale County
Author: Alyne Hart
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2018
Ingredients: one seriously hot chef for a boss + one sassy employee who always says what's on her mind = a sexy and flirty romance about trying to resist the irresistible...
Finn King. He's sexy, single, successful and hotter than anything that comes out of his kitchen. His focus lies on the perfection of his food, and becoming a celebrity chef. Women and love aren't on his list of priorities until in walks Hailee with her smart mouth and flaming red hair. She challenges him at every turn, and he just can't get enough of it.
Hailee Ferris doesn't believe in fairy tales or happily ever afters. She learned that the hard way a long time ago. All she wants is to save up enough money to move away from the small town she's felt trapped in her whole life. When she lies to get the job at Finn's restaurant, the one thing she wasn't counting on was falling for her boss.
When one accidental kiss turns their worlds upside down, now cooking isn't the only thing heating up the kitchen...
(This book is a stand alone romance in The Men of Evansdale County Series. No cheating, no cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA. Bonus content included: extra epilogue and sneak peek chapter for the next book in this series)
• In "How We Fall" Alyne Hart cooks up a hero that'll leaves you craving a second helping. - Jody Kaye author of The Kingsbrier Quintuplets
• I am beyond in love with this book. The writing was flawless. The emotions real and gripping. The characters flawed but so lovable. Everything about How We Fall screams five stars. - Julia Red Hatter Book Blog
Finn closed the remaining distance between us, clutching his hands in my hair to pull me closer. Raw heat poured from his body to mine like red-hot, molten lava.
His fingers tightened their grip on my hair, and his tongue drove between my lips, completely devouring me with a fiery, hungry kiss. It was a wild and messy tangle of hands groping, and needy mouths pressing against each other. He kissed me deeper, thrusting his tongue against mine and my lust for him burned and sizzled deep in my core.
“God,” he groaned. “I fucking love your mouth.”
My mind went blank. All I could think about was that I needed more of him. I moaned into the kiss, tasting the sweet scotch that rested on his tongue and lingered on his breath like a drunken aphrodisiac. I kissed him harder, devouring the taste of him like a drunk trying to get the last drop of whiskey from a glass.
There was something primal about him. Something wild just beneath his calm and controlled surface. I wanted him to turn me into something so crazed with lust and uninhibited that I didn’t even recognize myself. I wanted his mouth so tightly against mine that our breathing became one suffocated gasp of air.
Then it hit me. “Oh God,” I groaned, ripping myself out of his embrace. Immediately I covered my face with my hands in shame. “I shouldn’t have done that. Oh shit,” my head shook back and forth. “I can’t believe I just did that. You’re my boss—I—shit. I called a hiatus on men, and then I just attack you?”
“Hailee,” he breathed out, tugging my arm lightly.
“No,” I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, shaking my head back and forth. I let my hands drop from my face, but I still refused to look at him. One palm gripped the handle of the door so I could escape my embarassment. “I’m sorry. Don’t fire me, okay?”
Alyne Hart is a contemporary romance author and wine connoisseur living in Walla Walla, WA. She's known for writing stories that pack an emotional punch and get you right in the feels. She loves writing very real and very flawed characters and writing about real, gritty and raw romance . She's a romance junkie and happy endings addict, and if you’re a lover of deeply emotional, flawed and raw reads with lots of delicious angst, her books are for you. Alyne's stories involve characters with bigger problems than just finding love. She writes stories about making peace with the past, rekindling old flames and healing old wounds. She loves small towns, men in uniform and alpha males with a heart of gold. She began her story-telling journey first with her dolls, then it progressed to paper. She has a deep love for anything romantic, and she's a believer that in love anything is possible. When Alyne isn’t writing, you can find her reading, hanging out with her cat, and spending time with her two children. She enjoys trips to the mountains just as much as trips to the wine cellar, live music, chick flick movie marathons and hanging out with her eclectic group of friends.
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The Space Between Us by Alyne Hart
Title: The Space Between Us
Series: The Men of Evansdale County Volume 1
Author: Alyne Hart
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2018
Emma f#cking Winchester
She’s the little sister of my ex-best friend, Forrest. She’s off limits like tempting forbidden fruit, and I’m the snake slithering through the grass.
She ignites a fire in me. One I can’t explain. One I sure as f#ck can’t control. It’s raw and primal.
She’s sweet, and I am not.
She’s pure, and I’m broken.
When I came back to the town and past I’d left behind ten years ago to make it big in the world of underground fighting - it was for one reason, and one reason only. To take care of my Grandma Rose, and I’ll do it by any means necessary. Even if it means doing the one thing I said I'd never do.
I didn’t expect to see Emma again.
I didn’t expect to want her the way I do.
I didn’t expect to peel back all her perfectly controlled layers or for her to see through mine.
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Love isn’t always simple. And it’s definitely not as predictable as aspiring dancer Emma Winchester’s life. Or the way her life used to be until Dean King forced his way into her world and heart – now there’s no turning back.
Emma returned to her hometown of Evansdale after leaving for college when tragedy struck. She and her brother Forrest are now the sole owners of Winchester Estate Orchards – but the apple business has never been Emma’s passion. Dancing is. Until she bumps into Dean King, her older brother’s ex-best friend and the object of her teenage crush. She knows she’ll hurt her brother if she keeps seeing Dean, but she can’t stay away.
Tall, handsome and tattooed boxer Dean King is nothing out of a fairy tale. He’s brooding and moody, and he doesn’t believe in love. But when he runs into Emma, something ignites inside of him. A fire. A desire that’s all but consuming in way he doesn’t understand.
Dean’s life has never been simple. And it’s never been predictable. Coming from a poor family and having an alcoholic and neglectful mother left him with scars he’d just as soon forget. He left Evansdale to get away from the memories and reputation that have haunted him – until his grandmother Rose, the only person who’s ever told him they loved him is dying. Dean will do whatever it takes to take care of his Mama Rose. Even if it means selling his soul.
Fate brings them together. Burning passion binds them. When the fires get too hot, can love save them?
This novel is a standalone in the Men of Evansdale County series. No cheating. No cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA. Contains adult material including, but not limited to: scenes of violence (boxing matches) sex and language.
Dean Alexander King.
It’s a name I hadn’t heard since the day my brother said we could never utter it again. In fact, I hadn’t thought of him much since, even though I had the biggest crush on him my entire childhood. It was a silly crush. He was my older brother Forrest’s best friend since kindergarten, which meant I had barely been born when they first met.
Our mom practically adopted him like he was a stray puppy. She showered him with attention, clothes that fit him right instead of the raggedy hand me downs he wore, and plates of hot food every night she could. He was her little pet project from the wrong side of town.
In fact, Dean was such a fixture in our home that I thought of him as my other brother until I was ten and figured out what having a crush meant. After that, I followed Dean around like a pest until he and Forrest would get irritated enough to lock themselves in Forrest’s room. Other than that, he never noticed me. I was just the annoying kid sister of his best friend.
When I was sure no one was listening, I named my Barbie, Emma and my Ken doll, Dean and I made them kiss. A lot. Sometimes with no clothes on. When I was twelve, I would write Emma plus Dean, or Emma Cassidy King on my school folders over and over. Usually with a lot of hearts and other embarrassing things I’m glad no one ever saw.
Sometime around thirteen is when I started to notice the differences between them. Differences that left me confused. I never understood how Forrest and Dean were friends in the first place—they were as different as night and day.
Dean was always in trouble. He got suspended more times than I could count. He got into fistfights at school that Forrest inevitably had to break up. He went through girlfriends like dirty socks, and he got put in juvie. Three times.
Forrest, on the other hand, was and still is, polite and gentlemanly. He rarely swears, he had one girlfriend through all of high school, and like me, he follows all the rules.
Not Dean. Filthy-mouthed, cocky and arrogant—he broke the rules like it was his favorite hobby. And unlike his last name might suggest, Dean King was nothing out of a fairy tale. Which is probably why the vision of him never failed to make the skin of my cheeks fill with a hot, red blush—and why my fourteen-year-old daydreams were always of him shirtless, offering to be my very first kiss.
Of course, I never got that kiss. For one, Dean was five years older than me, and I was nothing more to him than a little sister. Two, my brother came home one day and told us his engagement to his high school sweetheart and fiancée Renee had been called off, and that Dean was the reason.
Dean never came around after that. Last I’d heard he’d taken off and was never heard from again. Well—until now that is.
Only, he didn’t look at me like I was Forrest’s little sister anymore—and he asked me not to tell Forrest he was back in town.
Dean King is fire.
Like the most beautiful and destructive of all the elements.
Fire is a welcoming warmth that washes over your skin, like a glowing blanket. But in the blink of an eye, flames can leap, devouring everything in their path. Everyone and everything in its way is left to choke on the thick black smoke. If you turn your head for even a second, everything you once loved and held so dear is gone.
Fire smolders. Flickers playfully, sending embers flying like a sparkling, hot fountain of orange against the dark purple of night.
Dean King is fire.
And I am rain.
Hello, I'm Alyne Hart. A contemporary romance author living in the state of Washington with my two children. I'm a romance junkie, happy ending addict, cat collector and wine lover.
I began my story-telling journey first with my dolls, then it progressed to paper. I have a deep love for anything romantic, and I'm a believer that in love anything is possible.
I write (mostly) strong, witty and intelligent women who love fiercely. And strong, sexy, intelligent men - alpha heroes with a heart of gold. Then I add in my own little fantasy - they can all cook.
Most of my stories involve people with problems bigger than just trying to find love. I like making peace with the past, re-kindling old flames and healing old wounds. I love small towns, second chances, cowboys, rock stars, and men in uniform.
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