Release Blitz – Bound To Submit [Miami Masters #4] by BJ Wane #erotic #RomanticSuspense

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BJ Wane
Bound to Submit
Series: Miami Masters Book 4
Genre: Erotic Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: April 13, 2018
He was determined to protect her, but will holding back the secrets of their pasts jeopardize their future and her safety?
Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her. The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.

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With the wall at her back, Hope Wallace tried to tamp down her fear while refusing to back down from the aggressive crowding by this irate ex-boyfriend of a shelter guest. His belligerence wasn’t anything she hadn’t been subjected to before, but her heart never failed to lodge in her throat when she stood face to face with a large, angry man intent on causing trouble, and her harm.
“Back off, Davidson, before I have you arrested for violating your restraining order,” she demanded, wishing her voice hadn’t emerged as a trembling whisper instead of the controlled strength she’d been striving for. Traci, her receptionist, already called the cops, who were always quick to respond to a 911 from the shelter.
Davidson got in her face and snapped, “You and what army, bitch?”
“No army, just me. Back off, like the lady said.”
Hope saw Miles’ hand clamp down on Davidson’s shoulder before she noticed his presence or heard his deep voice, the one that never failed to send a shiver of awareness dancing down her spine. Even in the midst of a nasty scene, her body responded to his black eyes drilling her with an intent, probing look that worried her on several levels.
Davidson spun around, whether with help from Miles’ grip or all on his own, she couldn’t tell. “Mind your own fucking business,” he sneered. “This is between me and my old lady.”
“Not anymore.” Sidling around Davidson, Hope glared at Miles before placing herself between him and her unwelcome guest. She couldn’t afford any more trouble. Ignoring the low growl rumbling from Miles’ throat, and the way her nipples pulsed in response, she placed her hands on her hips. Sirens grew louder as a police car pulled up out front, lending her even more bravado to get in this man’s face, just to see how he liked it. “She’s done with you. Get used to it and stay away from her, and my place.”
Two cops rushed inside and wasted no time hauling him off in handcuffs. Hope breathed a sigh of relief, her heart rate slowing down until she faced Miles’ wrath. Funny how his anger induced a whole different response than the instant fear Davidson’s had. The threat he posed wasn’t one of physical harm, but she had other reasons for keeping her distance from him.

Other Books by BJ Wane

Check out the other books in the Miami Masters series.
Seven men from troubled childhoods bond as teens at a summer camp for juvenile delinquents, a bond that carries through to adulthood and adds a penchant for BDSM. Each of these dominant, over-protective men meet their match in the Miami Masters series, filled with emotional trauma and heart-pounding suspense.

Bound and Saved

Master Me, Please

Mastering Her Fear

About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Release Blitz – The White Room – by C.M. Albert @colleenmalbert #contemporary #romance


Title: The White Room

Author: C.M. Albert

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Flower Work Press

Cover Designer: Alivia Anders of White Rabbit Book Designs

Editor: Erin Servais of Dot and Dash LLC

Publication Date: April 17th, 2018

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


The rules are simple:
No Names.
No Commitments.
Two hours.
They’re put into place to protect us—exclusive clients lucky enough to afford the cost of playing. But everyone knows some rules are made to be broken. When hearts and bodies collide, even the best intentions slip away…exposing the real reasons why we seek the White Room in the first place. Will the White Room set you free? Step inside and find yourself.


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“Stand for me, Wendy,” he commanded. Her sundress dropped to the ground and Asher took in the shape and delicate curves of her body as she stood before him, completely bare except for her long double strand of pearls. “My God, you are beautiful.”

Vironica stepped out of her sundress and kicked it gently to the side. She ran her hands down her chest, over her pert breasts, and to her stomach. It was slightly curved from the birth of her daughter, but she was trim, fit for her age. Her legs were long, and made to look longer in her high-heeled wedge sandals with complicated straps running up her taut calf muscles.

“Dear God, please leave those on,” Asher said, pulling her close. “Those, the pearls, and that fucking sexy braid are going to give way to many fantasies long after today,” he growled.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “A woman has to have a secret weapon or two,” she murmured. “But one of us is overdressed,” she said, wetting her mouth with her soft pink tongue as it slid over her full lips.

She tugged at Asher’s baby blue tie, loosening it and sliding it out from under the starched white collar of his button-up shirt. “Don’t you look adorable in your derby finest,” she said, eyeing his frame appreciatively. “You come from good stock.”

She smoothed her fingers up and down his biceps after she dropped his tie to the sofa.

He leaned over to pick it up. “Not so fast, Wendy. I have something in mind for this.”

She rubbed her naked body against him and shivered. “Tell me what you want to do with it,” she whispered before finding his mouth. She bit playfully at his lower lip, her hands trailing up the hard muscles that lay beneath his crisp white dress shirt.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them in one of his large hands. “First,” he said slowly, wrapping the tie around her wrists and securing them, “I am going to tie this so your hands are bound.” He yanked the tie to tighten the knot he’d formed. Her wrists weren’t going anywhere. “Then, I’m going to pick you up, bring you to the bed, and have my dirty way with you. Do you understand me, Mrs. Mason?” 


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Release Blitz – Managing Blake – by Debra Elise @Debra_Elise #SportsRomance

What happens when the right person shows up at the wrong time?
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Debra Elise
Managing Blake
Series: The Outlaws of Baseball Book 5
Genre: Contemporary, Sports Romance
Publisher: HEA Productions, LLC
Publication Date: April 17, 2018
Opposites attract, but do they last?
Former all-star player, Blake Anderson manages the Idaho Outlaws. He has one goal–win the league championship by the time he’s forty. A wife and kids? He can wait. He’s lived his life under the motto, ‘one night is enough’. Then the woman who he’s been lusting after from afar is available and one kiss is not going to be enough.
What happens when the right person shows up at the wrong time?
Caris Sloane needs to have a baby-now. Her well laid plans of career, marriage, and baby become flipped. Her ex, who she thought was finally Mr. Right turned into Mr. Wrong–six months ago. A lab failure destroys her frozen eggs–six days ago. She crashes a bachelor party and kisses Blake–six hours ago. Definitely wrong time. She needs a vacation and a new plan.

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Wolf whistles and cat calls filled the room. Caris began to laugh and lost herself in the moment. She’d never crashed any party, let alone a bachelor party. She scanned the pub to make sure there weren’t any strippers hiding among the packed room of the best-looking group of men she’d ever seen in person. But it was the man standing in the entryway who captured her immediate attention.
The manager of the Outlaws, Blake Anderson, was looking her up and down. His ocean-blue gaze captured hers. He’d caught her looking, which she didn’t have a problem with. Any woman she knew who enjoyed a finely sculpted man would have done the same thing. She appreciated his wide shoulders and long legs encased in jeans that fit him in all the right places. His dark hair brushed the collar of his white button-down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his sun-kissed skin and muscled forearms.
She was a sucker for a man with well-defined shoulders and arms. And a muscled back. But she had no way of knowing if his back matched his front; she could only guess and dream. Because the dream she had of him the last time she saw him came rushing back and warmed her cheeks. They may have never spoken more than polite hellos, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about him a time or two. Well, maybe more than that, but it was a fantasy she’d never thought would happen. She never thought their paths would cross again. Tonight, it had. He was looking at her similar to how he did in her dreams.
But she didn’t appreciate the knowing grin on his face. She gave herself a shake and broke eye contact. She was not here to hook up. Not with Blake or anyone else Lara had plans to put in her path. She had enough drama going on in her life, thank you very much. She just wanted to have another drink and have a good time with her friends. And maybe window shop the group of well put together baseball players who dominated the room.
Maverick and Kelsey had ended their epic kiss, and she was helping him remove the cornucopia of bras he’d acquired. She found Noel at a table sipping a drink while Lara and Luke seemed to be in deep discussion. Their wedding was next month, but at the moment neither one was putting off the vibes Kelsey and Mav were transmitting. Caris walked over to the table and sat down.
“So, what’s everyone drinking?”
Noel waved her off and mouthed, ‘not good’. Caris looked back at the arguing couple and cringed. Dammit. She hated seeing people she cared about argue. It brought back too many memories of her own parents and the constant turmoil they seemed to thrive on.
A glass of wine appeared in front of her on the table. It was attached to the arm she had just been ogling moments ago. Without asking, Blake pulled out a chair, sat and ignored her.

Other Books by Debra Elise

A baseball team full of bad boys find the women who give them what they never thought they wanted; a happily ever after.

Saving Maverick

Catching Luke

Claiming Connor

Mistletoe and Scrooge

About Debra Elise

Debra Elise

Debra Elise lives with her husband and their two sons in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She is an Autism advocate, stay-at-home-mom, full time writer, and is always on the lookout for inspiration in all its forms. The final book in the Outlaws of Baseball series, CHASING NOEL, will release in 2018. She is also writing in the paranormal romance genre. Stay tuned for more book info on this project.
Sharing what motivates her is a life passion (a close second to writing romance of course). A self-proclaimed extroverted introvert, when not writing or procrastinating, she enjoys hanging out with other author-type individuals and teasing her three ‘boys’ into displaying their killer smiles. Visit Debra at
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Release Blitz + #Giveaway – Undercover Hacker [White Hat Security, 4] by Linzi Baxter #RomanticSuspense

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A woman set on revenge

Sophie has spent the last twenty years looking for her sister. Determined, but annoyed, she worked undercover for a man she loathed, because he promised her revenge. Never keeping a man past the morning, she finds herself drawn to finding who killed her parents and kidnapped her sister. No matter how tempting Agent White’s handcuffs are, she will not be distracted from finding her sister.

A spy who doesn’t do romance until…

Agent White was sent on a mission with no details, except to arrest Sophie Stewart. He never expected to come face to face with the most beautiful and fiery woman he had ever seen. Normally, he is a one-night stand. However, something enshrouding Sophie calls to his inner soul. One look at Sophie and Agent White knew this was different.

The more Agent White learns about Sophie, the more he is determined to keep her safe, and not let her go. It’s time for Sophie to ask for help and stop hiding her secrets – even if the secrets that unfold will change the course of her life. Will Agent White be able to save Sophie before time runs out?

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Linzi Baxter lives in Orlando, Florida with her husband and lazy basset hound. She started writing when voices inside her head wouldn’t stop talking until the story was told. When not at work as an IT Manager, Linzi enjoys writing action-packed romances that will take you to the edge of your seat.

She enjoys engaging her readers with strong, interesting characters that have complex and stimulating stories to tell. If you enjoy a little (or maybe a whole lot) of steam and spice, don’t miss checking out White Hat Security series.

When not writing, Linzi enjoys reading, watching college sports (GO UCF Knights), and traveling to Europe. She loves hearing from her readers and can’t wait to hear from you!

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Release Blitz + #Giveaway – You Deserve Better – by A.P. Watson #contemporary #romance

Title: You Deserve Better
Author: A.P. Watson
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
Editor: Tamara Beard of Wrapped in Writing
Publication Date: April 11th, 2018


As a woman with a past full of heartache, I’d heard the words “you deserve better” more times than I cared to admit. And while I thought Jacks was my definition of better, his betrayal certainly was not. The idea we’re all destined to find some great love was a reality I wanted to give up on. I had known true happiness, and it was in the arms of Jackson Carmichael.

I was supposed to say I didn’t miss him, but that would have been the biggest lie I’ve ever told. He’d been my best friend, the one who had understood me, the one who had known my deepest secrets and admired me in spite of them. That kind of love was hard to erase. I’d tried to move on with someone else, but the memory of what Jacks and I shared always lingered in the back of my mind. When he had asked to reestablish our friendship, I knew better than to agree. But after tragedy struck, the need for friendship and truth destroyed the walls I’d built around my heart. As the time came for me to choose between the man I always wanted and the safety my heart so desperately craved, I was forced to answer the question I’d been avoiding for months: Are second chances worth the risk?

 A.P. Watson is a contemporary and paranormal romance author. She is an avid reader, pole fitness enthusiast, and registered nurse currently residing in Johnson City, Tennessee with her adorable pup, Elle.

Chapter One: Putting Up Walls

A single stream of light filtered into my room through a gap in the curtains. I stared at it, my mind trying to comprehend its foreignness. How long had it been since the last time I existed in daylight? I racked my brain, trying to recall a day, an hour, or even a few minutes, but my search proved futile. My existence solely depended on the light of the moon. It was the way I functioned while stripping, and as much as I tried to deny the thought, it really was the only way I knew.

I was still in bed, even though it was almost five. It’d almost been four months since the night my world collapsed. The ruined existence I now maintained in the wake of that night wasn’t a life—it was survival. I worked as much as I could, and when I wasn’t working, I danced. This time, I didn’t need the money from dancing, I needed the escape. Work and dance were the distraction I had sought after Liam, and the same held true for Jacks as well.

The sound of a knock on my door disrupted my train of thought.


“It’s me. Can I come in?” Ter asked.


Ter slowly eased the door open and slid inside my room, barely making a sound. To her, I was like a wild animal, and the slightest disturbance would cause me to flee. She laid on the bed beside me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I ordered takeout from Wong’s.”

“That sounds good.”

“Are you working tonight?”

“No,” I answered, sighing heavily.

“Okay, good. We’re going to pamper ourselves then.”

“I certainly need some pampering.”

“I invited Nate too. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course. You know how much I love my work hubby.”

Her fingers delicately combed through my hair as she played with the long locks. “I thought it’d be fun for the three of us to hang out.”

“Yeah, I think so too. Besides, I need to leave my fucking room.”

“I wasn’t going to push you, but I think that would be a good idea.”

I laughed slightly. “I’m sorry you have to take care of me again.”

“You know I don’t mind, and you helped me when everything was a mess with Ryan.”

“True.” I moved so my head was now resting on her lap. “Has Ryan left yet?” Ryan was heading to New York for the weekend. He had to visit Jacks for work, not that I cared.

“Not yet. He’s finishing packing up right now.”

“Oh, okay.”

Not a minute later, there was another tap at my door. “It’s me,” Ryan said through the door.

“Come on in.”

He stepped inside my room, moving to sit on the foot of my bed. “Hey.”

“You’re heading out to New York?” I asked.

“Yep. I’m all packed. I just requested an Uber to take me to the airport. There is no way I’m paying to park my car there.”

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I don’t blame you.”

“I haven’t seen Harlow parked outside in the past week,” he stated.

“I left her in the parking garage at Nameless’s place.”


I sat up, moving across Terayn as I hopped off the bed. “Which reminds me. Can you give these to Nameless? They’re the keys to Harlow and his mother’s emerald necklace.” I picked up two small boxes and stacked them in Ryan’s hand.

“I’ll pass these along,” he replied, clutching the boxes tightly.

Ter scooted over on the bed, making room for me again. “So, you’re not going to keep Harlow?” she asked.

“Nope. I’ve saved up some money, so I’ll start looking at cars in a few months. I just don’t want the reminder.”

“But you love your car.”

“There are quite a few things I loved.”

Ryan stood and made his way back to the door. “You know, every time I talk to him on the phone, he sounds miserable.”

“Good.” I sighed loudly, tucking my feet underneath me. “I’m sure anyone who would have to live with a bitch like Elise would be miserable.”

Ryan glanced at me over his shoulder as he placed his hand on the doorknob. “They never lived together, and from what he told me, they barely speak, even while working.”

“Don’t care.”

Ter slid her arm around my shoulders. “Wren—”

“Look, I know you guys have listened to his explanation, but honestly, I’m all out of fucks to give. Whenever we have to start planning stuff for the wedding, I’ll be polite and courteous, but that will be the extent of my niceties. Otherwise, I don’t care what he has to say, I don’t care how his life is, and I sure as hell don’t want to have anything to do with him.”

I watched as Ryan’s mouth straightened into a grim line. He nodded once. “Zero-tolerance policy.”

“Zero tolerance.”

A faint honk sounded from outside. Terayn pushed my curtains out of the way and glanced at the street outside the townhouse. “Your car is here, babe.”

“Be safe while traveling, Ryan. We’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss both of you too.” Ryan bent to kiss my forehead before turning his attention to his fiancé. Despite everything I went through with Jacks, I was still ecstatic that my two best friends were getting married. Their love was an inspiration. Even though I would never have a bond remotely close to theirs, it certainly was beautiful to witness.

“I’ll call you when I get settled.” He kissed Terayn again before sweeping out of my room.

“When is Nate coming over?”

“He should be here in the next thirty minutes or so,” she answered.

“Alright, sounds good.” I planted my feet on the floor and stretched as I stood. “I’m going to take a shower real quick. What kind of pampering are we doing?”

“Nails of course,” she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Of course.”

“Hair conditioning treatments, mud masks, and paraffin wax treatments for our hands and feet.”

“That sounds really nice.” I smiled at her. “And what movie are we going to watch while we do all this?”

“Our go to chick flick.”

“Please say Miss Congeniality.”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” she shouted.

“Yes!” I followed Terayn into the hall. “You know how much I love that movie.”

“Exactly why I picked it, babe.”

“Misty keeps asking me about her husband’s friend Kenneth. Apparently, he stopped by the intensive care unit one night with Misty’s husband and saw me. Ever since then, Misty says he’s been pestering her to set us up.”

“What are you going to say?”

“I told her yes,” I answered hesitantly.

“That is so awesome!”

“It’s definitely time, and he’s pretty cute too. And since he’s a pharmaceutical sales rep, it’s not like we won’t have anything to talk about.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.”

“You really think it’s a good idea?” I questioned uncertainly. I was afraid of jumping back into the dating ring too soon and becoming a disaster.

“Yes! So, when are y’all going out?”

“Next Friday.”

“Has he said where y’all are going?”

“We’ve been communicating through Misty, but we’re going to a Cuban restaurant with a rum bar.”

“Sounds yummy. You’re not getting drunk, are you?”

“No. I learned my lesson with that one.” I made my way to the bathroom and started the shower, waiting for the water to heat up. My body and hair were washed within a matter of minutes, and after shaving my legs, I shut the water off. The doorbell rang while I was drying off. Rushing back to my room, I changed into a pair of purple pajama shorts and a matching tank top. After my hair was brushed and I applied a little makeup, I joined Ter in the living room.

Takeout containers lined the countertop of the bar, and Terayn pulled two bottles of wine from the fridge. Apparently, Ter had the same idea I did. because she donned a set of matching pajamas as well.

“We almost match!” She filled three glasses with wine and handed one to me.

“I was just thinking the same thing!” I took a sip, savoring the taste. “Is this blackberry wine?” I asked.

“Sure is.”

“My favorite.”

“Mine too.”

I took another sip and rounded the bar to help Ter. We pulled out three plates and three forks, setting everything beside the takeout boxes. No sooner had we finished than the doorbell rang again.

I handed off my wine glass, rushing toward the door. “Coming.” I called out.

“Good! It’s more frigid out here than the inside of Marion’s vagina,” Nate said from outside. “And God do I hate working with that bitch.”

I unlocked the door and practically pulled him inside. “Hey!” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hi, wifey.” He glanced at Terayn over my shoulder. “And second wifey.”

“Hey,” she replied enthusiastically.

“So, what are my best bitches up to?” he asked.

“About to dig in to some takeout,” I answered.

He shrugged out of his coat and hung it on a coatrack next to the door. Snowflakes melted in his blue-streaked hair. Nate followed me to the kitchen, accepting the glass of wine I offered. We each filled our plates with food and took a seat on the couch. Ter had arranged three blankets and plenty of pillows for us. Once we had our drinks and plates of food, Ter started Miss Congeniality.

Over the course of three movies, we finished both bottles of blackberry wine and were now on to the beauty portion of the evening. I grabbed Nate’s leg, giving me better access to his toes.

“Can I see it yet?” he asked, straining his neck to watch my progress.

I laughed, lightly blowing on the fresh polish. “Not yet.”

“I just want to see what color you picked!”

I painted the last three nails on his right foot before starting on the left. “I’m almost done, Nate. Don’t get your panties in a wad.”

I had already finished painting my toes a deep plum, and Terayn was working on hers. The nail polish she picked was pink and glittery. I had just finished the last toe on Nate’s left foot when Ter’s phone started ringing. She answered it on the second ring.

“Hey, babe. You’re on speaker phone,” Terayn announced. She waved her hands over her toenails, trying to dry them. “Did you have a good flight?”

“Yeah. I’m getting settled in my room right now.”

“Good. I’m glad you made it okay!”

“Me too. What have you been up to?” Ryan asked.

Ready to answer his question, I shouted. “We ate takeout from Wong’s and watched three movies. And now we are painting our toenails!”

“I’m sad I missed that. You guys know how much I love having my toenails painted.”

“Don’t worry, Ryan. I’m taking your place tonight.”

Ryan’s laughter sounded through Ter’s phone. “Is that Nate?”

“In the flesh,” Nate shouted.

“I’m not even gone a few hours and I’m replaced by another man!” The three of us burst into a fit of laughter at Ryan’s exclamation. “Hold on a sec. I’m putting you guys on speaker while I change.”

“You can put it on FaceTime if you want!”

Ryan’s laughter emanated through the phone. “Nice try, Nate, but I’m not as dumb as I look.”

“Hey, you can’t blame me for trying,” Nate countered.

“I suppose not.”

“What time will you be back?”

“Sunday night.” Ryan answered my question just before the phone cut off. Two seconds later, another call came through. Ter clicked to accept the FaceTime call, and Ryan’s face filled the screen. “Hi, again.”

“Hey.” I waved at the phone as Ter propped it up against a wine bottle.

“Hey again, babe!”

“Hi. It’s nice to see my girls again so soon. What movies did you watch?”

“Miss Congeniality, Bridesmaids, and Dirty Dancing,” Ter answered, picking up a bottle of clear nail polish to seal the paint on her toes.

“Nice. Those are all great movies.”

“Hey, Ryan. Will you pick me up a souvenir while you’re in New York?” I asked.

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you want?”

“Nah, surprise me.”

“Will do,” Ryan said with a grin.

“I want one too,” Ter cried.

“I can make that happen, babe. What about you, Nate?”

“If the wifeys are getting souvenirs, then you know I want one too.”

Ryan nodded and picked up his phone. The camera followed him as he walked around. “Alright, three souvenirs it is.”

“Oh and when you get back, I think it’s time we try making a Baked Alaska.” I finished painting another coat on Nate’s toes, shifting my focus back to Ryan. “It looks super tricky, but I think we can do it!”

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to make that one for forever.”

“You know I call dibs on eating it,” Ter called out, clearly elated at the prospect of eating cake.

“Of course you do.” Ryan let out a long yawn. “Well, I’m going to let you guys go. We’re going to watch a movie and then sleep. Night everyone. I love you, babe.”

“I love you too.”

“Bye!” Nate waved goodbye as I leaned forward to snatch up the phone.

“Really, Ryan, I don’t get any love?”

I could see shadows behind him changing as he started walking again. “Forgive me, dear lady.” He cleared his throat and stared at me. “Wren, you know I have nothing but love and friendship for you in my heart.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at how over the top and serious he was being. “Ditto, Ryan.”

“Ryan?” In the background, I heard another person’s voice. “Are you talking to Wren?” Shock stilled the breath in my lungs. I recognized that voice better than any other sound in the world. The sound of it emanated through Terayn’s phone, its familiarity gently caressing my ears. “Wren?”

Jacks’s voice was growing louder, and I had no desire to see him over FaceTime. The way he called out my name was filled with desperation, and I wouldn’t put it past him to attempt wrestling the phone out of Ryan’s hand.

“Bye, Ryan. We’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I ended the call and set Ter’s phone back on the table. “I didn’t realize Ryan would be staying with—”

“He didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to upset you,” Terayn added quickly.

I contorted my face into the best smile I could muster. “I’m not upset.”

“Wren, you don’t have to be so tough all the time.” Ter’s arm slid around my waist as she set her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, you can be a mortal weakling like Terayn and me.” Nate mirrored Ter, resting his head on my left shoulder.

“I know.”

“Do you really?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I answered, sighing.

“Hey! I just realized you matched my toes to the blue streaks in my hair.” Nate bent over to look at his feet and examine the color I’d selected.

I grinned at him, thankful for the obvious distraction he provided. “Bet your ass I did.”

The thee of us stayed up until dawn before eventually calling it a night and passing out.

A searing pain in my head forced my eyelids open. “Ter, why did you pull out that third bottle of wine?”

“Huh?” She rolled over, flinging one of her legs over Nate’s body while mumbling incoherently.

The tips of my fingers massaged my temples as I assessed my surroundings. The three of us had fallen asleep on Ter and Ryan’s bed. “Does anyone else have a raging migraine?” I asked, my voice croaking.

Nate sat up beside me, his arms stretching over his head. “Oh my God. This is the first time I’ve woken up in bed with two women. I need to FaceTime my mother!”

“We’re all wearing clothes. Wouldn’t she notice that?”

He shot me a glare. “Damnit, Wren.”

“I mean, Ter and I can take off our tops if you want. Might make it seem more plausible.”

“My mother knew I was gay before I did. She wouldn’t believe it even if she saw you straddling me in the nude.”

“Who are we straddling naked?” Terayn bolted upright, combing dark strands of hair from her eyes.

Nate scooted backward, resting his back against the padded headboard. “And Snow White awakens.”

Ter blew Nate and me a kiss. “Morning, babes.”

“Wait, which Disney princess am I?” I asked.

Ter stared at me and then rolled her eyes in a slow circle. “Really? You mean you don’t know?”


“Girl, you’re too sassy to be Ariel. You’ve got Megara written all over you.”

I clapped my hands together in excitement. “I always did love her.”

“Ter’s right. Meg is a sassy man-hater. That fits you perfectly.”

“You got me there.”

Ter jumped off the bed, stretching her arms and legs. “Alright, who wants to shower first?”

“Not me. I have to eat before I can take a shower.” Nate rubbed his belly as he turned to me with the most pitiful expression on his face.

“Okay, okay. I’ll cook us some breakfast.”

“Good. I get first shower then,” Ter yelled.

“So, what is the plan for today?” I glanced between Nate and Ter, patiently waiting for them to answer my question.

“I’m meeting Eric this afternoon and then we’re going to dinner,” Nate answered.


“I have my appointment at Mignonette Bridal this afternoon. I’m picking up my dress, because they finished the alterations on it.”

“Oh, that’s right! I can’t wait to see it again.”

“Me either!”

“You’re going to be the most beautiful bride, Ter,” Nate added.

“I agree; you’re going to look like a damn princess.”

“We can only hope!” Ter grinned at us, practically skipping to the bathroom.

I slid out of bed, pulling my hair into a tight bun. “Alright, well, I’m going to make breakfast.”

Nate slid off the bed. “I’ll come provide moral support.”

“What do you want?”

“Something delicious.”

“Pancakes and bacon?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders.


I headed to the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients to make pancakes. After downing two Tylenol pills with half a bottle of water, I finally felt ready to stand over a hot skillet. While the bacon cooked, I mixed up the pancake batter and poured a little bit into a buttered pan. As the pancake browned, I searched the living room for my phone. My search proved fruitful because it was hidden beneath one of the couch cushions. I straightened up the couch and returned to the stove.

“Nate, do you want coffee?”

“Is that a real question?”

I stuck my tongue out at him and set up a pot of coffee to brew. Nate scurried around the living room, cleaning up our wine glasses and takeout boxes from the night before. I flipped the pancake, letting the other side cook.

My phone laid on the counter beside the stove. I focused on the dark screen, wishing I had the resolve to deny my curiosity. I hadn’t heard Jacks’s voice in months, and yet, my initial thought was how wonderful it sounded. Once he realized Ryan was talking to me, his tone held so much longing. Was he as miserable as I was? Ryan seemed convinced. He even sympathized with Jacks’s plight. But why? Ryan cares for me. He doesn’t want to see me in pain, so why would he demonstrate any kind of friendship toward Jacks?

I turned the bacon over and poured more pancake batter into the freshly buttered pan. Picking up my phone, I unlocked the home screen. I’d probably regret this decision, but at least my questions would be answered. I quickly typed out a message to Ryan.

Me: How is he?

Part of me hoped Ryan was still asleep or that he was ignoring his phone, but within seconds of receiving my text, he typed up a reply.

Ryan: Not good. Jackson is miserable. He’s lost about ten pounds, he hardly sleeps, and he looks exhausted all the time.

I’d be lying if I said Ryan’s words didn’t strike a chord within me. Did I want Jacks to suffer? Yes. But did I want his torture to become some interminable cycle? No, not really.

Me: Oh.

Ryan: He drinks a lot.

Me: That makes two of us then.

Ryan: Yeah, I know.

Me: Why are you still his friend? Why do you sympathize with him?

Ryan: Because I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to lose the love of your life.

Me: Jacks didn’t love me.

Ryan: You know he did.

I removed another finished pancake and added more batter to the skillet. The bacon would only need a few more minutes to finish browning. My eyes darted all around. Terayn was still getting ready and Nate was lying on the couch. His eyes were closed, and it looked like he had fallen back asleep.

I tapped on the screen of my phone and called Ryan.

“Hey, Ryan.”


“Is everything you said true?”

“You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know.” What the hell was I even doing? You reap what you sow. Jacks broke my heart, and now he was dealing with the repercussions of his actions. I wanted to be heartless, I wanted to hate him, but more often than not, I was simply brokenhearted. He understood me on such an intimate level, I doubted it could ever be replicated. When I told him about my past, he didn’t blink an eye. He admired my tenacity and understood the choices I made in order to survive. And Jacks was no stranger to making hard decisions either. “Put him on the phone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I answered with more confidence than I felt.

I tried to call him so many times, his number was seared into my memory. Sometimes I’d simply stare at the numbers, my mind desperate for some semblance of familiarity. The hole someone leaves in your life after they are gone was the part which hurt so much. And no matter how hard you tried to fill the gap, things could never go back to the way they were.


“It’s me.”

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine. And you?”

“You know my theory on what’s about to happen when a woman says she’s fine.”

“I’m okay.”

“Good . . . that’s good.”

“I’m planning an engagement party for Ter and Ryan,” I announced.

“I can help you. I’ve been wanting to do something nice for them.”

“Okay, it would be a relief to have some help.”

“Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“I’ll let you know.”



“I’m sorry.”

He only uttered two words; yet, the swell of emotion behind his apology was almost overwhelming. I couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d been wanting to express his regret. The last time we spoke, I never wanted to see him again. And now? Was I still bitter or was it just a façade to hide the truth?

“Okay,” I said, swallowing thickly. How could such a simple reply require so much resolve to speak?

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Well, I have to go because I’m in the middle of something, but I’ll contact you about the engagement party.”

“Alright . . . bye.”



“Take care of yourself. We still have a wedding coming up, okay?”

“I will.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Bye, Wren”

“Bye, Jacks.”

The moment I hung up, a strangled breath forced its way through my airway. What the hell was I thinking? I could barely manage speaking to him, so how were we supposed to plan an engagement party together?

Ter chose that exact moment to reappear. “Yay, you made coffee!”


She set the mug she’d just grabbed on the counter and turned toward me. “What’s up?”

I tried to meet her gaze, but my eyes stared past her. “I talked to him.”

“To Jackson?”

“I called Ryan and told him to put Jacks on the phone. I don’t know why, I just—”

“Needed to hear his voice?”

“Something like that.”

“Ryan told me something just before he left for New York yesterday.”

“What’s that?”

“He told you that he flew to New York for business, but he’s really helping Jackson pack so he can move back here.”

“What?” My heart seized inside my chest. At any moment, the sucker would become epileptic.

“Apparently, he put in to transfer back here as soon as he started working in New York. His boss there made him find a replacement and train them before he’d let him leave.”

“So, he’ll be here?” I hadn’t intended to ask my question so slowly, but my mind was in a state of shock and I desperately needed clarification.

“Yeah, I know Ryan told you that he never sold his apartment.”

“I just thought that was because he could afford it.”

“He can, but by tomorrow night, he’ll be back.”

“Why did he want to leave as soon as he got there?”

“Why the hell do you think?” She filled her mug with coffee and turned off the stove. “He knows he made a huge mistake, Wren. That’s why he’s coming back here.”

I removed the skillets from the stove. “To make things right?”

“To sure as hell try.”

I caught my lip between my teeth, chewing on the fleshy tissue. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Because you miss him?”

“Because I miss what we meant to each other.”

“Do you think you can ever be friends again?” Ter pulled three plates from the cabinet while I grabbed the same number of forks. I placed two pancakes and a few slices of bacon on each plate.

“I don’t know.” I opened the fridge to find the syrup. “What do you think I should do?”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

I contemplated her words for a moment while I filled two mugs with coffee and creamer. “He understood me. I just miss my friend.”

“I have it on good authority he feels the same way.”

I swallowed audibly and attempted to smile. “Some things can’t be mended.”

“Well, you’ll never know unless you give it a try.”

I didn’t know what to say so I nodded instead. Nate, on the other hand, was still asleep on the couch. For someone who wanted breakfast so badly, he sure wasn’t showing it. “Nate!”

In a flash, he was sitting upright, his eyes open wide. “I’m up!”

“Come get some breakfast.”

“Oh, thank God.” He accepted the cup of coffee I handed him, immediately sitting in front of one of the plates Ter and I arranged on the bar. “I swear, Wren, you are a saint.”

I shook my head, staring at him sarcastically. “Eat your damn breakfast.”

Nate glanced at Ter, who shrugged her shoulders. “Better just do it, babe.”

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Jillian didn’t heed my warning . . . but then, neither did I. She didn’t know her life was still in danger or that her every move was being watched.

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