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Excerpt from Consortium by Riley Bancroft
“So you marry a stranger to escape instead?” He pursed his lips into a thin line, narrowing his gaze on her. “Why now?” She stomped her foot. “Why are we having this conversation now and not three weeks ago before we said ‘I do?’” “I didn’t realize then that your fiancé would show up, demanding you back.” “He’s not my fiancé. You’re my husband.” Exasperated, she took his hand in hers. “There’s no reason to think for one second that I will leave. I’m not going anywhere.” “And what about when you decide you need more? Hmm?” He took a step closer boxing her in against the side of their house. “What about when you want a relationship? When you want somebody to love you?” Her heart dropped. After Adam tore her soul to shreds, she hadn’t wanted to be with anyone again, to go through the ache of being heartbroken and depressed. She’d written off men, figuring she would be better off alone. Yet, Holt offered her a different type of security, one she thought would satisfy her. It was a relationship with some benefits—not all. “What about you? Do you plan on having affairs to keep yourself happy? You know this door swings both ways.” “I already told you Chloe, I wouldn’t. My words should be good enough for you.” He rubbed his chin in slow back and forth strokes. She took a deep breath and exhaled with force, trying to understand where their conversation headed. “I’m not going anywhere. This is you and me.” He placed his palm against the stone exterior of the house right next to her head, effectively caging her. “I guess we’ll see after this weekend. You will be attending a South-by-Southwest party tomorrow night as my wife.” As he said ‘my wife,’ her heartbeat sped up and warmth blossomed in her core. “Wha—I—what?” “Dex Reed is throwing a party at his condo. There are rumors that he’s thinking of leaving his label to start his own and I want to sign him. I need you to be by my side to win him over with your charm and I will be introducing you as my wife.” Wife.
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About Riley Bancroft:
Riley Bancroft grew up in the heart of Dallas. Ever since she was little she favored stories on the darker side, not only supernatural, but psychological. The pursuit of her writing career began when she wrote a short story based on an intimate scene to share with her friends. They encouraged her to write romance. And so, she did.
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Excerpt from Tall Order by Irene Preston:
“Hello, Dylan.” Dylan closed his eyes at the unfairness of the whole fucked up night. Damn, damn, damn. The sound of his name on Win’s lips still made him weak at the knees. It made him want to punch the asshole in the other room and anyone else who’d touched Win while he was gone. It made him want to take Win home, and take him to bed, and remind him they belonged to each other. Dylan and no one else took care of Win. Unfortunately, none of that was possible, and it was all his fault. He turned. “Win.” It was all he could manage. Up close Win was even more devastating. Dylan locked his knees so he wouldn’t take a step closer. If he started moving toward the man standing in the doorway, he wasn’t sure he could stop. “Most people just call me Aston now.” I’m not most people. Dylan stopped himself from saying it out loud. Win watched him for a minute. “I didn’t know you were back in town.” Was there a shadow of hurt in his eyes? Dylan couldn’t tell. The realization sliced him, because he had always been able to tell exactly what Win was thinking. “Just got back.” What else was there to say? Yes, he was back in Austin. No, he wasn’t in New York. Yes, his Big Chance had been a Big Mistake. No, he never should have left. He should have stayed here, a medium-sized fish in a medium-sized pond instead of trying to swim in the ocean. He should never have forced Win to choose. Win took a few steps closer and all the thoughts running around in Dylan’s head stopped cold so his brain could focus on one fact. Win. Right in front of him. I could touch him. Win was so close Dylan had to tilt his head to keep looking at him. The angle brought back the memory of every time he’d angled his head just so when Win leaned in to kiss him. Dylan held his breath, held as still as he could, and tried not to give the thought away. Win gazed at him for a minute, then lifted one hand and trailed a finger down the front of Dylan’s shirt, lighting up nerve endings as he went. “Cute.”
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About Irene Preston:
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe. Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.
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