The Attraction File by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Re-release Date: September 21, 2017
Blurb
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they
burn.
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.
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.
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Excerpt
“It’s ten forty-five, almost time for the Brooks Bomb. I
told Payne on Friday that this would be your first day back but he had meetings
out of the office all morning.” I said.
told Payne on Friday that this would be your first day back but he had meetings
out of the office all morning.” I said.
I turned to head back to my office but stopped as Morgana
yelled out for me. “Maybe I’ll take an early lunch. You up for it?”
yelled out for me. “Maybe I’ll take an early lunch. You up for it?”
I was about to tell her no, that I had some work that needed
to get done when the elevator doors opened and out walked the last person I
wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
to get done when the elevator doors opened and out walked the last person I
wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
Then I would be forced to talk to him about the new hire for
his department. Something easily done via email. Instead of face-to-face where
I would have to try desperately to control my hormones. It was hard to not turn
into a giggling mess with his deep voice acting like a Siren song. I always
tried to be aloof, but I had a feeling he didn’t care anyway.
his department. Something easily done via email. Instead of face-to-face where
I would have to try desperately to control my hormones. It was hard to not turn
into a giggling mess with his deep voice acting like a Siren song. I always
tried to be aloof, but I had a feeling he didn’t care anyway.
Before he saw me, I turned back toward Morgana and nodded my
head. “Sounds great.”
head. “Sounds great.”
“Okay, let’s go. Oh wait, is that Edgar? Hey, Edgar.”
I was surprised by how fast Morgana could move considering
her height. She was like a red blur blazing past me and before I knew it, she
had Edgar deep in conversation. His perfectly sculpted blond hair just brushed
the tops of his ears as he ran his fingers through them.
her height. She was like a red blur blazing past me and before I knew it, she
had Edgar deep in conversation. His perfectly sculpted blond hair just brushed
the tops of his ears as he ran his fingers through them.
He had long hair when I first started to work here, but last
year he cut it. I appreciated both styles, but I missed his long hair. Something
about it made me want to run my fingers through it, fist it in my fingers, and
scream “mine” to anyone who passed.
year he cut it. I appreciated both styles, but I missed his long hair. Something
about it made me want to run my fingers through it, fist it in my fingers, and
scream “mine” to anyone who passed.
I sounded barbaric. And sad. Mostly sad.
Holding my ground, I refused to move closer, not on
principle because what was I arguing about? Lunch? No, I was hungry, but I
lacked the strength to resist Edgar’s charm. Especially when he smiled and
those dimples appeared.
principle because what was I arguing about? Lunch? No, I was hungry, but I
lacked the strength to resist Edgar’s charm. Especially when he smiled and
those dimples appeared.
Dimples of sin I called them. I wanted to lick them so much.
“Hey, Evaleen, Edgar is going to join us for lunch.” Morgana
waved me over with happiness radiating out of her pores. I wish I could glow
with happiness. The only time I glowed was after I had danced a few songs at a
club. Also, my makeup usually melted by then, and my pit stains were large
enough by that point that tadpoles had been known to form, even when I wore a
tank top.
waved me over with happiness radiating out of her pores. I wish I could glow
with happiness. The only time I glowed was after I had danced a few songs at a
club. Also, my makeup usually melted by then, and my pit stains were large
enough by that point that tadpoles had been known to form, even when I wore a
tank top.
What I’m saying was I got swamp pits but, hey, I glowed.
Edgar’s dimples were on full debauchery mode. That was,
until he saw me. I guess Morgana left that part out when she invited him to
lunch. He probably would have declined the offer if he knew I would be there.
until he saw me. I guess Morgana left that part out when she invited him to
lunch. He probably would have declined the offer if he knew I would be there.
“Dreary Evaleen
Bechmann? No, thank you,” he’d say. I was always surprised when he knew my
name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
Bechmann? No, thank you,” he’d say. I was always surprised when he knew my
name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
It wasn’t just his dwindling smile but how his eyes gazed at
anything but me. Like he was trying to find an escape from the worst thing
ever, me.
anything but me. Like he was trying to find an escape from the worst thing
ever, me.
“Great.”
It wasn’t great. It especially wasn’t wonderful when Morgana
conveniently stood by the elevator buttons when we were moving down to the
bottom floor, forcing Edgar and me to stand next to each other. I could smell
his cologne.
conveniently stood by the elevator buttons when we were moving down to the
bottom floor, forcing Edgar and me to stand next to each other. I could smell
his cologne.
His mouth watering, manly man scent.
I took deep breaths, not because I was about to
hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get out of this lunch), but because I
wanted to inhale all of him.
hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get out of this lunch), but because I
wanted to inhale all of him.
My mouth watered and I knew my neck was red without even
glancing into the reflection of the metal elevator doors.
glancing into the reflection of the metal elevator doors.
I turned my head to face the wall and tried to fill my lungs
with non-sex god air, but it wasn’t working. Perhaps if I scooted toward the
wall, inching farther away from him, I wouldn’t want to lick him so much?
with non-sex god air, but it wasn’t working. Perhaps if I scooted toward the
wall, inching farther away from him, I wouldn’t want to lick him so much?
Thankfully, I didn’t have to make that decision as the
elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed
around me and I began to feel human again.
elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed
around me and I began to feel human again.
That was until he placed his hand on the small of my back to
guide me out of the elevator, causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I
think they were having a seizure from too much hotness.
guide me out of the elevator, causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I
think they were having a seizure from too much hotness.
I coughed. Actually, I tried to suppress an eruption of
humiliating giggles that would have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a
cough.
humiliating giggles that would have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a
cough.
It worked. He dropped his hand and the lower half of my body
went into a deep depression. The top half of my body felt relief tinged with
bitterness.
went into a deep depression. The top half of my body felt relief tinged with
bitterness.
The chill of the Chicago air solidified me. What if I’m not
sexy or beautiful enough for him to notice like he did every other woman he
came in contact with? He slept around anyway. Even if he did seduce me, I would
just end up heartbroken anyway.
sexy or beautiful enough for him to notice like he did every other woman he
came in contact with? He slept around anyway. Even if he did seduce me, I would
just end up heartbroken anyway.
“Here we are. Chuck’s Sausage Shack. I am so thankful I can
get a good sausage right next door anytime I want.” Morgana smiled as she held
the door for us.
get a good sausage right next door anytime I want.” Morgana smiled as she held
the door for us.
“I sure do love to suck on tubular meat during my breaks at
work,” I said without hesitation.
work,” I said without hesitation.
That time I coughed for real. I hadn’t meant for that to
come out of my mouth. It was there in my head and then my mouth decided it was
the perfect time to give it a voice. I blame Morgana. Who says they are
thankful to get good sausage? She was practically begging me to embarrass
myself like that.
come out of my mouth. It was there in my head and then my mouth decided it was
the perfect time to give it a voice. I blame Morgana. Who says they are
thankful to get good sausage? She was practically begging me to embarrass
myself like that.
“Let’s hope,” Edgar said. My eyes narrowed at him but he had
turned from me.
turned from me.
Cool as always. Nothing fazed him, not even a frumpy
co-worker making blatant and not very good penis jokes.
co-worker making blatant and not very good penis jokes.
He was just casually glancing around the place scoping out a
table.
table.
“Crap. Looks like I got to head back to work. I just got a
text from Mr. Payne telling me he needs to meet with me since it’s my first day
back. Sorry.” Morgana frowned, shoving her phone back into her purse and pushing
out the door.
text from Mr. Payne telling me he needs to meet with me since it’s my first day
back. Sorry.” Morgana frowned, shoving her phone back into her purse and pushing
out the door.
After watching the door close, I turned to Edgar. He was
staring at me, grimacing.
staring at me, grimacing.
“Look, if you have something to do we can just order food to
go,” I said, trying to offer him a way out. It was obvious back at the office
he was only agreeing to lunch because he thought it would be him and Morgana.
I’m not blind. Morgana was gorgeous and sexy and exactly what a player like
Edgar would be into. I think it’s a little shitty that he would go after
someone his best friend, Payne, was obviously into, but that was none of my
business.
go,” I said, trying to offer him a way out. It was obvious back at the office
he was only agreeing to lunch because he thought it would be him and Morgana.
I’m not blind. Morgana was gorgeous and sexy and exactly what a player like
Edgar would be into. I think it’s a little shitty that he would go after
someone his best friend, Payne, was obviously into, but that was none of my
business.
Now we can order food for lunch since we are already here
and then go our separate ways.
and then go our separate ways.
Edgar smirked. His dimples deepening as his gaze drifted
languidly to my lips. “Now why would I miss out on the chance of watching you
suck on some tubular meat?”
languidly to my lips. “Now why would I miss out on the chance of watching you
suck on some tubular meat?”
My lady parts were seizing again.
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Complicated Hearts Part 2 by Ashley Jade
Title: Complicated Hearts: Part 2
Series: Complicated Hearts Duet
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: New Adult/Erotica/Menage
Release Date: August 31, 2017
Things are going to get...complicated.
This is Book two (the final book) of the Complicated Hearts Duet. Book one must be read first.
Warning: This book is not for everyone. These characters are flawed and the situation is intense and frustrating. Emotions—all of them—run high. If you're looking for perfect characters and a perfect story...this book isn't for you.
Trigger Warning:
This story is strange and unconventional. It's everything you hate. That's the only warning I can offer you.
I'm a lover of romance, erotica, dark romance, oxford comma's, the em dash, peanut butter on my cookies and anything thought provoking...except for math. I've always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.
Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing and it would own and soothe my soul.
If I'm not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find me listening to music and pondering the meaning of life.
Check my amazon page and Facebook page for future novels. I recently became hip and joined Twitter, so you can find me there, too. I love connecting with my fans—you are my world.
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Zack by Jessie Cooke
Title: ZACK
Series: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club #4
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Zack "Attack" Leoni is a wild and free nomad biker who spends most of his time on the road. Each stop there's another woman to satisfy his needs.
He's not one to be tied down to anyone or anything and certainly not a woman with a child.
Nicole Swafford fears for her life as she tries to escape Spider, her violent ex-husband and the father of her child...the same man Zack is meeting for a club business deal.
Will the smiling Zack Attack jeopardize club business for a woman he doesn't know, with a child he doesn't want?
Will Spider let anyone stand in the way of what he wants? His child and Nicole.
Two men, one woman, and a child. That's trouble. Big trouble.
This is book four in the Southside Skulls MC Series.
It is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from the previous novels, DAX, CODY & GUNNER are main players in this story too. HEA and No cliffhangers.
Intended for Mature Readers.
Chapter 1:
Nicole walked in the front door of the little studio apartment and stood there for a few moments torn between her heart melting at the sight of her friend holding her sweet baby while they both slept, and being angry that the door had been unlocked and she’d walked right in. She knew that without Stacey she would had never made it this far, but sometimes her beautiful friend just didn’t get how dangerous things had gotten. She walked over to the rocking chair and touched Stacey on the shoulder. Her green eyes fluttered open and for a second she looked confused. When they finally focused on Nicole’s face she smiled.
“Hey, Nick, is it that time already?”
Nicole slid her arms underneath Stacey’s and took the sleeping baby out of them. For a second she just held him up near her face and breathed him in. The sight and the smell of her baby gave her strength, and God knows she needed it. Taking a seat on the couch and kissing the still-sleeping six-month-old angel on the forehead, she looked at Stacey. Her pretty, blonde, slightly disheveled friend was yawning and stretching. She had spit-up on the shoulder of her pink t-shirt and the messy bun she’d pulled her soft blonde hair up into looked like it had given out some time ago. Nicole felt bad again for being angry with her. Stacey had given up a lot to become a part-time nanny to Nicole’s son. She didn’t stay out all night partying any longer and she rarely had a man in her bed…which was new. Stacey watched little Liam five days a week while Nicole worked the morning shift at the bakery, and then she went to her own job in the evening and worked another eight hours…for little more than a lot of drama in return. Nicole bit back her anger and softly said, “You forgot to lock the door again, Stace.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. Liam and I were sitting on the front porch for a while before he started to get sleepy. I came in and fixed his bottle and the next thing I know you’re standing over me.”
And one of these days it might be Spider standing over her. “It’s okay. I don’t mean to be a nag, but even though we might think Spider doesn’t know where you live now, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t. Spider has a way of knowing everything, sometimes before I do.”
Stacey stood. “You want a glass of wine?”
“No thank you. I should get Liam home…”
“He’s fine. He’s asleep. I’m fixing you a glass of wine and you’re staying for dinner. I’ll order pizza. Neither of us have work tomorrow, and that worry line between your eyes is deep today. Something happened.” Stacey didn’t wait for her response before going into the tiny little kitchenette and taking a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. Nicole got up and went over to the bassinette in the corner. She kissed her baby’s soft face one more time before laying him down. She was still staring at him when Stacey came back over with two glasses of wine. She handed one to Nicole and then took out her phone and dialed a number. As she pressed it to her ear she said, “You can sit down and relax for a minute, babe. He’s not going to disappear.”
Nicole smiled at her friend and took a seat closer to the bassinette while Stacey ordered the pizza. The idea of Liam disappearing was her greatest fear, one that she lived with daily thanks to Spider. Each time he showed up, no matter how the conversation started, it ended with him making threats, telling her she’d never see her child again…the thought of that alone made her feel like she couldn’t breathe. He used those threats now, hoping she’d give in and come back to him, but one of these days she knew he’d tire of her, or kill her and she’d never see Liam again.
“Pizza is on its way,” Stacey said, tossing the phone aside and taking a sip of her wine. “Now start talking.”
Nicole smiled. “Everything’s fine, Stace. You know how I am…”
“Why do you make me drag it out of you? What did that piece of scum do this time?”
Nicole sighed. She didn’t want to talk about Spider…but since Stacey was as involved as she was by virtue of being Liam’s protector eight to ten hours a day, she needed to know. Maybe it would remind her to lock the door. “He came by the bakery today.”
“Shit. I thought Armand had a restraining order against him.” Armand was Nicole’s boss and the nicest man she’d ever known. He was protective of Nicole and Liam, and when asking Spider to stay away politely didn’t work, Armand had gotten a restraining order and promised the biker that he’d call the cops if he even saw him in the parking lot.
“He does, but he wasn’t there today…”
“So? The order is still in effect. Shit, Nicole, you have to start calling the cops on this guy. Maybe a few days in jail will give him a clue.”
Nicole chuckled sadly. “He’d only come out more pissed off and his absence from club business would just piss the rest of them off. So far Spider has kept the club out of it. I don’t want to make things worse.”
Stacey sipped her wine and sighed as she sat it down. “What did he want?”
“The same thing he always wants, to tell me that I belong to him and Liam belongs to him, and give me an ultimatum. He’s really pissed that I won’t tell him where we moved. It took me forty-five minutes to get here because I was scared to death he was following me.”
“Where was your bodyguard today?”
Nicole shuddered at the mention of Zack. The man had the kind of effect on her that most women pray for. Everything about him was sexy from his long, thick, disheveled brown hair to his light blue eyes and down to his incredibly hard body. But Nicole had almost the same reaction when she first met Spider, and that had worked out all bad. She wasn’t looking to repeat her mistakes. “He’s not my bodyguard.”
“So you keep saying. He and five of his closest friends…a few hot ones, I might add…packed up both of our apartments and moved us in the middle of the night. In the past two weeks, he’s spent more time at that bakery or outside of it than he probably has on his Harley. He’s got it bad, Nick, and he’s fucking hot. You think that Hashtag guy has an old lady?”
“An old lady’s life is not for you, babe. You value your independence too much. And we both know that hot isn’t enough.” When Nicole first met Spider, the fact that he was hot was what got her into trouble. His dark, almost black hair and gray eyes and smoking body had been all she could think about. She was barely eighteen and still living with her over-protective parents, so the excitement of the “bad boy” edge had factored in as well. She had been a good girl for too long and Spider made her want to change that almost overnight. After sneaking around with him for a month and a half, she packed her bags and told her parents she was leaving. Her mother cried and her father lectured. They begged and pleaded for her not to go. Her father threatened that she’d never be able to come back. Her mother told her that she was taking everything they’d ever done for her for granted, and ruining her future.
Nicole refused to listen to anything they told her about what a miserable life she’d have if she left Clarksville and moved to Memphis with Spider, however. By her nineteenth birthday, she was living with him and taking pride in the fact that she was his old lady. Her nightmares didn’t start until they’d been together for almost two years. Spider started drinking more and, Nicole suspected, using hard drugs. The first time he stayed out all night and didn’t call her, he came home smelling like cheap perfume and pussy. They’d gotten into a huge fight and that was the first time he hit her. She’d never been hit before in her life. He used the back of his hand, but he was so much bigger than her, it had knocked her to the floor. She was stunned by that, but even more so when he picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He told her that he was going to show her who was boss as he proceeded to rape her. When he was finished, he told her that from that moment on, she was keeping her mouth shut about what he did and who he fucked. He “owned” her, not the other way around. That night Nicole had waited until he went to sleep and then she’d gotten up and, taking nothing but her purse and her keys, she left the apartment. She’d taken a taxi to the bus station and another from the bus stop to her parents’ house outside of the Clarksville countryside. She got there just as the sun was coming up. Her father was picking up the morning paper as she stepped out of the taxi. He looked at her and went back inside the house without saying a word.
Nicole had almost left then, but she barely had cab money and Spider had sheltered her so much that she didn’t have any friends. The idea of going back and living with her rapist was almost more than she could stand. She had taken a deep breath, swallowed her pride, and followed him inside. Her mother took one look at her in her off-the-shoulder Black Sabbath t-shirt, cutoff jeans, and leather ankle boots and burst into tears. Her dad’s response was worse, however; he just refused to look at her. It didn’t take her long to figure out that going there had been a mistake. They’d washed their hands of her. She’d gone back to Spider that day and endured a second beating, even more severe, for leaving in the first place. Three months later she realized that she hadn’t taken her birth control pill the day that he raped her. She was pregnant and for the first few months after she found out, she waffled between wondering if a baby would “save them” and thoughts of taking her own life and the baby’s along with her. She looked over at the bassinette and shivered at the horrible thought.
“Hey, you still with me?” Stacey asked, bringing Nicole back to the present.
“Yeah, sorry. What did you say?”
“I said, Zack isn’t just hot. What guy goes out of his way to do all he did for you without asking for anything in return? I think he’s a good guy.”
“He’s a biker, Stace. I may have been naïve when I hooked up with Spider, but I’m not anymore; bikers do what they do and they don’t give a shit who they hurt while they’re doing it. Spider was good to me for almost two years and look how that turned out. I’m never going there again. I just need a few more months and then I should have enough money saved to get me and Liam out of here for good.”
Stacey looked sad. “I can’t believe you’re going to take off, with the baby who I love too, and I’ll never see you again.”
“Come with us.” Stacey didn’t have any family and she worked as the manager of a nightclub. She and Nicole had met one night when Spider had taken her there and after feeling up every half-dressed ho in the place, he picked one to go home with. On his way out the door with his ho, he had tossed Nicole a twenty and told her to “put her ass in a cab and be there when he got home.” Nicole found her crying at her table and the two women had quickly bonded. It was going to break her heart to leave her only friend behind, but Stacey loved her job and she was good at it, Nicole doubted that she’d be willing to leave.
Stacey smiled and said, “It’s tempting, babe, but you know I don’t like change. Changing apartments was almost too much for me. If not for you and that baby, I’d never have agreed. I love you and I understand why you have to go. I don’t understand, however, why you didn’t just do it when your hot bodyguard offered to take you anywhere you wanted to go that night.”
“Because then I’d owe him, Stacey. Hell, I already do for everything he’s done. But I plan on paying him back before I leave town and then washing my hands of anyone that wears a leather kutte and rides a Harley.” The sound of a knock on the door caused Nicole to almost jump out of her seat. Stacey gave her a concerned look and said:
“It’s just the pizza, babe.”
Nicole nodded. “Just make sure, before you open the door, okay?”
“Sure.” Nicole watched Stacey walk over and look out the peephole. When she pulled open the door and Nicole saw the young man with a Pizza Hut uniform, she breathed a sigh of relief. She reached over and pulled down the blanket that had worked its way up into Liam’s face. She couldn’t believe he was already six months old. He was growing fast, and she had to get them far away from Spider before he was old enough to be influenced by him. She was smiling when she heard Stacey scream. Instinctively she scooped up the baby before she turned, knowing Spider’s smiling face would be the next thing that she saw, even before she saw it.
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