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The Spy Ring by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: The Spy Ring
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 9, 2018
Blurb
What happened in Vegas didn’t always stay in Vegas.
Tiffany Blackburn couldn’t believe what occurred during her recent
vacation in Vegas. The careful, single mom decided to let loose and took a risk
for once, allowing a man to buy her a whiskey sour. Regretting it the moment
she woke up alone in a stranger’s bed the next day. Naked. It only got worse,
when she tried to sneak out and discovered something he left on the table. His
wedding ring.
vacation in Vegas. The careful, single mom decided to let loose and took a risk
for once, allowing a man to buy her a whiskey sour. Regretting it the moment
she woke up alone in a stranger’s bed the next day. Naked. It only got worse,
when she tried to sneak out and discovered something he left on the table. His
wedding ring.
Jagger Chance
never failed to deliver when he was working undercover as a spy for the
government. Women found him sexy and mysterious, which the loner preferred. He
was happy to take risks bringing down notorious criminals but never with his
heart. Until one night in Vegas, after a lot of drinks and a beautiful woman
too sweet to resist, suddenly risking his heart to say ‘I do’ didn’t seem like
a bad idea.
never failed to deliver when he was working undercover as a spy for the
government. Women found him sexy and mysterious, which the loner preferred. He
was happy to take risks bringing down notorious criminals but never with his
heart. Until one night in Vegas, after a lot of drinks and a beautiful woman
too sweet to resist, suddenly risking his heart to say ‘I do’ didn’t seem like
a bad idea.
I raised my
cup to her. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
cup to her. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
She raised
hers too and just before taking a sip, she stopped when she looked into the
cup. “It’s green.”
hers too and just before taking a sip, she stopped when she looked into the
cup. “It’s green.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. They dye the river green.”
“Yeah, because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. They dye the river green.”
I waved
toward the window even though we were nowhere near the Chicago River.
toward the window even though we were nowhere near the Chicago River.
Tiffany
frowned. “You know Blackburn isn’t my maiden name. It’s Ryan.”
frowned. “You know Blackburn isn’t my maiden name. It’s Ryan.”
“Okay,” I
said and took a sip from the cup.
said and took a sip from the cup.
“Dying
things green doesn’t mean it’s Irish.” She folded her arms in front of her
chest, plumping up her tits. It caused me to stare. She was wearing a tank top,
it would be impossible for me not to stare.
things green doesn’t mean it’s Irish.” She folded her arms in front of her
chest, plumping up her tits. It caused me to stare. She was wearing a tank top,
it would be impossible for me not to stare.
“Uh huh.” I
nodded not really listening to what she was saying anymore.
nodded not really listening to what she was saying anymore.
“I’ll drink
this beer because it’s beer and I’m thirsty, but know I do it in protest.” She
pulled her hair back as she drank from the cup.
this beer because it’s beer and I’m thirsty, but know I do it in protest.” She
pulled her hair back as she drank from the cup.
I watched
her chest rise and fall in between sips.
her chest rise and fall in between sips.
She was so
sexy, even drinking green beer while packing.
sexy, even drinking green beer while packing.
Tiffany
drained the cup and let out a loud belch, slamming the cup down on the side
table. She held up a finger and said, “One point.”
drained the cup and let out a loud belch, slamming the cup down on the side
table. She held up a finger and said, “One point.”
One Wild Ride by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Release Date: February 19, 2018
Blurb
It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire's
home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her
work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her
work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
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Excerpt
Aria
wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you own the building?”
She
formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and down like she was giving a
hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know, phallic-shaped buildings.
Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it, baby, work my building.”
I
grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make sure her friend,
Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference room, didn’t walk
in.
“Jesus,
Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No,
I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny eighteen-year-old.” She winked at
me.
My
cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and free with sex and her
artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to her body I only
fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I
cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the building.”
She
jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s wonderful, Alex! Now
you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria
stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted to give me a hug. I
wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same thing that stopped me
from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed her years ago.
I
nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe even tear down the
wall and make the room bigger.”
My
mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in an amusement park with
no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick first? My gaze fell to
her breasts.
“So,
no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We
should keep this professional. How we started off meeting wasn’t right. I want
to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on gathering the paperwork.
I
was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted to do lots of things
to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I know I would lose her
forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life than not at all.
“Fair
enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria
pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned in my seat but didn’t
stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild. Thoughts of those
digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their pleasure.
Just
shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do it. She already thought
I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it by being too afraid to
touch her.
“Of
course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as smooth and warm as I
remembered.
Maybe
even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my grip, would she give?
“There,
now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to where I was hard.
She
knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her. That would mean one
thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give me what she knew I
wanted.
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The attraction File by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 21, 2017
Blurb
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they
burn.
Evaleen
Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company,
Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that
too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in
particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever
after, that’s only for novels.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
I turned
back to end this conversation. “Listen, Chewie—”
“Albert. My
name is Albert.” He leaned closer and he wrinkled his forehead in such a way
that made it obvious he was fishing for my name. He can keep on fishing because
that was on a need-to-know basis. My mother always said, “Evaleen Bechmann, you
are being paranoid,” but in the age of the Internet, giving him my name could
be as powerful as giving him a knife.
In a way, I
felt bad for Chewie-Albert. The poor guy obviously never learned how to deal
with a woman. He believed groping me and refusing to take the hint that I
didn’t want to go out with him was normal. And that’s just sad he’s so
oblivious.
“Okay,
Albert. You seem like a nice, if not, handsy Star Wars . . . purist. You got a
killer costume that any other Star Wars purist of the female species would
love—”
“I hear
ya.” He winked, nodding as his eyes perused my form.
Sighing, I
realized in that moment the Wookie wasn’t getting it. I shouldn’t be surprised,
every man I had met hadn’t gotten it. They touched and they took, but they
didn’t understand. That’s why I avoided them. Preferring to remain alone.
“I am not
that female, Albert. I am the type of female who chooses to not dress in fur
costumes, or skimpy princess costumes, or costumes in general. This female just
likes to stand in a line and be left alone. So, good luck finding your princess,
but I am as far from a princess as you will find around here.”
His shining
brown eyes dimmed as my words began to sink in. Before he could get any more
Wookie courage, I turned back to find the blonde still at the counter.
Normally, I
left people alone because, unlike Albert, I respected their space. But
surviving on only three hours of sleep before an interview for a job that I
needed, action was necessary.
Taking a
step forward, I tapped the blonde on her bulbous shoulder and took a breath.
“Excuse me, Miss, but I believe it has been ten minutes, which is plenty of
time to order your drink. Some of us don’t have the luxury of time, and were
kept up by our roommate doing gymnastics in bed with her boyfriend until four
in the morning.” I gritted my teeth and shook my head trying to get back on
point. “So, if you wouldn’t mind placing your order and letting the rest of us
have a turn . . .”
Just as I
finished, the woman turned to face me.
She had a
beard. Also, an Adam’s apple.
The woman
wasn’t a she but a he. He had a beard, lush and blond like his long hair, not
fake and matted like Albert’s costume. His eyes were the most beautiful gray,
like smoke rising from a smoldering fire. They slid over my face.
I shivered.
“Miss?” His
deep, velvety tone came out thick as butter and rendered me utterly catatonic.
The timbre of his voice like a sonic boom under my skin. His skin, on the other
hand, remained still, smooth, and my fingers, for reasons I am attributing to
lack of sleep, twitched to touch any part of him.
His eyes
widened at what I could only assume was disbelief. Disbelief that a woman of
twenty-six years would be referring to a fine specimen of a man, a manly man if
you will, as a woman. Despite his thick blond mane and skirted attire, he was
all muscle.
I realized
this man was in costume too, like Chewie. Only this man was dressed like the
Scottish hero William Wallace and not a sweaty sci-fi version of Sasquatch. He
even painted his face blue and white.
One would
think that a tall man with thick muscles and a wild painted face would instill
fear in me, but no. Instead of running in terror, I did the opposite. I laid my
hands on him. My fingers caressed his chest working their way down. Doing the
exact thing I just lectured Albert not to do. I should have probably stopped.
But I
didn’t.
Never in my
life had I taken advantage of anyone in this manner but he gave off some
pheromone that screamed sex me with your hands. Sensing quickly how firm his
chest was it propelled me farther down, down to his abs. The man had a six-pack
or maybe even an eight-pack; whatever pack was hiding under that brown
threadbare piece of cashmere was making my heart race and lady parts start to
turn savage themselves.
“What are
you doing?”
He was
still there and I was still in the coffee shop. This wasn’t a dream. The kilted
blond’s voice broke me out of my self-gratifying pawing and I realized I was
feeling him up, or down as the case may be.
What are you doing, Evaleen?
I froze
before snapping my hands away. I began to smooth out my unwrinkled brown blazer
as if I wasn’t a chest molester and nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
Clearing my throat, I tried to salvage what little dignity I had left.
“I . . . I
. . .” Was all I could get out before I turned to look at the raven-haired
barista who either had a rare eye condition that caused her to shoot fire at
anyone she laid eyes upon, or she hated me right now. I was going with the
latter, so I turned my gaze to the line of customers who had their phones
turned up to face me as they filmed what had been occurring. Including Albert.
Great, not
only am I mortified, but I will now be some viral Internet sensation known only
as, The Woman Chest Molester.
Now it was
the kilter’s turn to tap his foot as he folded his thick, strong arms in front
of himself in protection from the mad chest molester. He’ll probably tell tales
to his future kids and grandkids of the crazy chest molester. “Be wary of her,”
he’d say in a low warning with his dialect suddenly turning from American to
Scottish. After all, he was dressed as William Wallace.
As he crept down to their eye level, and as
the window panes would rattle from the storm that swirled outside his Scottish
castle, he would whisper, “For if wee girls and boys don’t do as they’re told,
the wiry fingers of the deranged chest molester will grab hold!” The kids would
cower, holding their blankets to their little faces; one girl would begin to
cry as he wrapped his powerful arms gently around her tiny frame in comfort.
He’d calm her as he broke out into an old Gaelic tune.
I start
humming out loud the only Gaelic tune I know, which wasn’t really a Gaelic tune
but it’s Scottish, so close enough.
The barista
interrupted my musical display, “Is that ‘I Would Walk 500 Miles’?”
I frowned
in shame at what I had become in these past few minutes.
“Blue
eyes,” the kilted blond mumbled as he stared at me.
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