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    Worth the Wait is Available for Pre-Order!

    It’s almost here! Worth the Wait is the second book in the Very Personal Training series, though it can absolutely be read as a standalone story, without reading the first book (Body of Work).
    I am in love with this story. It’s packed with sexy times, funny bits, deep emotional moments, and has a lovely & satisfying happily-ever-after. I hope when you read it, you’ll think it was “worth the wait.” 😉

    Worth the Wait releases April 7, 2020, but you can pre-order it now from Amazon, Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. This is my first time having a book up for pre-order, so I was tickled pink when I saw that people had actually starting clicking that button. Thank you!

     

    Worth the Wait by Karla Doyle

    When personal trainer Sam bumps into his favorite former client, their chemistry reignites instantly. Leigh is everything he pictured in his sometime-down-the-road woman. Sexy, funny, independent, mature—in more ways than one. He never cared about their age gap, he just wasn’t ready to get serious before. He’s ready now. But when his prior playboy ways come back to bite him in the ass, it’ll take more than sizzling sex and charm to convince Leigh to stick around.

    Leigh’s life is humming along according to plan. Her custom bakery is thriving. Her daughter is a well-adjusted ten-year-old. Romance is the one area that’s lacking. Completely. Until the universe fulfills her request for some hot lovin’ and puts Sam in her path—for a second time. Sam gives her exactly what she was missing, and more. Maybe more than her well-structured life plan can handle…

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    Here’s a taste of Sam & Leigh’s  story, from Chapter One:

    Leigh jogged across Dundas Street, waving a thank-you at the rare gentleman who’d stopped to respect the pedestrian crossing. Another minute and she’d have given up and turned back to her shop. She had three-dozen cupcakes to transform into superheroes, a double-layer, red-velvet cake to bake, and an appointment with a bridezilla before this day ended—and it was already two-thirty. But first, she needed a coffee.

    Correction, she needed somebody else to make and serve her a coffee. A big fancy one with a triple shot of eighteen-percent cream and a generous dose of sugar. Every minute of her day was allotted for something specific. This minute, along with the next five, were scheduled for coffee. The schedule kept her sane. On busy days like today, so did a big fancy coffee.

    She pulled the door and stepped into Bean There, blinking as her eyes adjusted from the bright, June day to the coffee shop’s interior lighting. A couple more blinks and the darkness morphed into shadowy outlines of tables and chairs, dotted with midafternoon patrons—one of whom was looking her way. Intently.

    Leigh checked over her shoulder, ready to apologize for blocking somebody’s path, but saw only the door. Maybe she’d been wrong, maybe the lighting had played tricks with her vision and he hadn’t been staring in her direction.

    She glanced at the guy again while walking toward the counter. Nope, she hadn’t been wrong.

    He was definitely watching her. Maybe she had flour in her hair or a smear of icing across her t-shirt. Whatever the reason, she’d take it, because the guy staring from under the low brim of his ballcap had the best shoulders and arms she’d seen on a man outside the gym. The body of a hot younger man. And, oh god, he was smiling.

    Something about him pinged on her radar. More than raw attraction, there was a sense of familiarity. Hard to know for sure while her vision was still muted. The fact that she couldn’t see any features above his sexy, smiling mouth didn’t help either.

    He’d probably been in the bakery with some equally young fiancée, checking out wedding cakes, and had smiled at her out of recognition. Or, since she’d been cursed with one of those faces that never lie—and his good looks and the blip of attention he’d given her had initiated a pleasant tingle to the south—he was simply amused by the cougar drooling over him.

    Regardless, no more ogling. But, oh boy, his sexy grin was a keeper for later.

    “Large vanilla latté with whipped cream and cinnamon, please. To go.” She poked at a handful of coins while the coffeehouse barista prepared her order. A total ruse, she’d brought exact change plus a fifty-cent tip, as always.

    The money gave her something to focus on. Her peripheral vision still worked though, and it was in overdrive, thanks to ballcap guy’s muscle-filled, army-green t-shirt. He was yummier than the dessert coffee she’d ordered.

    And he was leaving. He stood, slapped his male companion on the shoulder, and disappeared from her subtle sightline.

    She exhaled slowly, smiling politely when her cup of comfort landed on the counter. Back to reality.

    “Hey, Leigh.” A deep, friendly voice slid into her ear from behind. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

    She knew that voice from the gym—or house of pain, as she’d once renamed it, thanks to her former personal trainer’s rigorous sessions.

    “Hey, Sam,” she said, turning—and nearly dropping the five-dollar latté when the source of the deep voice came into view.

    Hat. Army-green t-shirt packed solid with muscles. Handsome, smiling face, which she could now see more of than just his mouth. Sam was the guy.

    She’d only seen him in gym attire, not in street clothes. And never wearing a hat. She wouldn’t have thought he could get hotter than he’d been at the gym. He could. He absolutely could.

    “Got it?” He still held her hand where he’d caught it and the fumbled takeout cup, saving her drink and preventing a giant, sticky mess.

    Which had her mind conjuring other sticky messes she and Sam could create. Sexy ones. Not a good train of thought with the object of her lusty infatuation looking into her eyes.

    “Yes, I’ve got it now, thanks,” she said, finding words that wouldn’t get her in trouble. “I didn’t recognize you without your gym clothes.” Heat flooded her cheeks as Sam’s smile stretched into a wider grin. “As in, wearing clothes other than your gym clothes. Obviously, since I’ve never seen you naked.” So much for finding words that wouldn’t get her in trouble. “Well, I didn’t make this awkward at all, did I?”

    “Not one bit.”

    That should have been the end of it. They should be exchanging polite goodbyes and going their separate ways. Only he didn’t say goodbye. Nor did he let go of her hand.

    “Are you rushing off to somewhere, or do you have a few minutes to sit and catch up?”

    Zero minutes, that’s what she had. Negative minutes, actually. Yet the words that came out of her mouth were, “Sure, yes.”

    “Great.” He released her hand, then placed his at the small of her back, using the contact to guide her toward a booth at the back of the café.

    Maybe she’d stepped through some crack in reality and this wasn’t her neighborhood coffee shop, but an alternate version. One where a hot young gym trainer wanted to spend his unpaid, personal time with a woman at least a decade older.

    “So, what’s new, how’re you doing?” he asked after sliding onto the opposite bench. “Still hitting the gym a lot? Because you look fantastic. As always.” He couldn’t be flirting, he was just being nice. Because he was a nice guy. A nice, super-hot, too-young-for-her guy.

    She fiddled with the cardboard sleeve circling her cup. Dared a glance across the table and found him smiling at her. A genuine smile, or one damn good facsimile thereof. Either way, it warmed her more than the coffee she sipped.

    “Nothing new with me, everything’s good, and yes to working out regularly.” She toyed with her cup, contemplated. If he laughed in her face, so be it. What was a little more embarrassment in the grand scheme of things? “I miss seeing you at the gym.”

    “New trainer not kicking your ass hard enough?”

    “I don’t have a new trainer.”

    His eyebrows rose, then his gaze drifted lower, over every inch of her body not obscured by the table. “I know I said it already, but you look great. You definitely don’t need a trainer anymore.”

    “Thank you.”

    “That’s one of the things I’ve always liked about you. You know how to take a compliment.” He leaned forward and folded his arms on the table. “Confidence is a sexy thing.” His gaze tracked her tongue as she licked a spot of whipped cream from her lips. “So is watching you drink that coffee.” He’d just called her sexy, after complimenting her physique.

    This was officially the best coffee break ever.

     

  • Random,  Work In Progress

    Getting There!

    Hello! It has been a long 4+ years since my last post. An even longer 4+ years since I’ve had a new release.

    2015 was a difficult year. Life threw a couple of major curveballs at me and I struck out. (An ironic analogy, since my last release before I disappeared from writing life had a baseball theme.) But I’m off the bench and I’ve been working on my swing, getting back into condition to rejoin the author roster.

    I’m twelve scenes away from the end of an OW/YM (older woman/younger man) romance that still doesn’t have a title, but promises to turn up the heat wherever you’re reading it while also making you chuckle and tug on your heartstrings a little. This couple has a few curveballs of their own to deal with before finding their happily ever after. But I promise they will. And so will I.

    Sam & Leigh’s love story is book 2 in the Very Personal Training series. Though you meet the hero as a secondary character in Body of Work, the new book completely stands alone.

    I’m super excited to share it with you! For now, how about a totally unofficial, unedited, subject-to-change blurb, just to give you a taste of the story ahead?

    When personal trainer Sam bumps into his favorite former client, their chemistry reignites instantly. Leigh is everything he pictured in his “sometime down the road” woman. Sexy, funny, independent, mature—in more ways than one. He never cared about their age gap, he just wasn’t ready to get serious before. He’s ready now. But when his prior playboy ways come back to bite him in the ass, it’ll take more than sizzling sex and charm to convince Leigh to stick around.

    Leigh’s life is humming along according to plan. Her custom bakery is thriving. Her daughter is a well-adjusted ten-year-old. Romance is the one area that’s lacking. Completely. Until the universe fulfills her request for some hot lovin’ and puts Sam in her path—for a second time. Sam gives her exactly what she was missing, and more. Maybe more than her well-structured life plan can handle…

    Sound good? Are you as pumped to read it as I am to release it? I hope so!

  • Random

    Gift Wrapped on sale for 99¢!

    I’m here to spread some holiday cheer with a great price on my popular Christmas romance, GIFT WRAPPED! Get your copy of this sweet & sexy, laugh-out-loud funny story for just 99¢ for a limited time only, from:

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    “This was my first book by Karla Doyle and I loved it! It’s one of those books that leaves you with a cheesy smile on your face because it was just that enjoyable. The perfect romantic holiday read.”

    “I loved Gift Wrapped and was so satisfied to with all aspects of this story. Definitely hilarious, sexy and heart warming good times just in time for the holiday season!”

    “My favorite book by Karla (I might even go as far as to say, one of my favorite books EVER)! It hit every mark for me. The characters were so sweet, with just the right amount of spice. I didn’t want it to end.”

    Gift Wrapped was absolutely perfect! This book is probably one of the best holiday romances I’ve read! This is one that will definitely become a reread and will be staying on my kindle!”

    “If you are like me and love Christmas stories, especially a story who has everything, you certainly don’t want to miss this one. Gift Wrapped was such a sweet, sexy and funny story. It was everything I hoped and wanted to be!”

  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet — ICING ON THE CAKE — The Number to Beat

    Welcome back for another Sunday snippet from ICING ON THE CAKE. After some hot-and-heavy messing around in the parking lot outside their siblings’ wedding reception, Curtis and Sara are on their way to his hotel room.

    Icing on the Cake“You’re cute.”

    “I am not cute,” she said. “If you think I’m cute, I’d love to see the women you normally take home.”

    “You got jealous when I danced with somebody at the reception, but you’d like a visual of the women who’ve come before you—literally.”

    “I did not get jealous. Jealousy is for women who want long-term exclusivity and commitment.” She unbuckled her seat belt and moved as close as the bucket seats and gear shift allowed, then slid her hand over his thigh and squeezed. “All I want from you is a record-setting number of orgasms.”

    “What’s the number to beat?”

    “Depends—who you want to compete with, a human, or my vibrator?”

    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 in the Close to Home series but can be read as a standalone.

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    Don’t forget to check out excerpts from the other Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

  • Guest Blogs

    Cover Reveal — Betrayal by A.S. Fenichel

    Today I’m happy to share the cover for one of my dearest friend’s upcoming release. BETRAYAL by A.S. Fenichel is the third book in the Demon Hunters series. These books are action-packed, spicy historical/paranormal romance. Intrigued? You should be. 🙂

    Betrayal_final

    To survive as a scullery maid requires hard work, discipline, and a stiff upper lip. To survive as a Demon Hunter is something else entirely. Elizabeth Smythe learned this after she was captured by Demons and rescued by Hunters. Now a Hunter herself, Elizabeth’s first task in this new and strange world is to aid the recently wounded Lord Reece Foxjohn, and get him back into Demon-slaying shape. . .

    Reece Foxjohn is used to defying convention. He enraged his family by becoming a Demon Hunter, and prefers eviscerating the spawn of Satan to mixing with the ton. He is a man who doesn’t hesitate when he knows what he wants, and what he wants is Miss Elizabeth Smythe. From the moment he set eyes on the fiery Hunter, he’s wanted to claim her for his own. To watch her behead the progeny of Evil is to behold a thing of beauty.

    BETRAYAL
    Book 3—The Demon Hunters

    Available December 8, 2015

    Pre-order your copy today:

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    About the Author:

    Author photo reducedA.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

    A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

    Multi-published in historical, paranormal, erotic and contemporary romance, A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, the Psychic Mates series, and more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be brining you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.

    Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include a demanding dog and a temperamental cat both of which bring constant joy and laughter.

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  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet — ICING ON THE CAKE — Role Play

    I hope you’re enjoying Curtis and Sara’s fun, fiery courtship from ICING ON THE CAKE. In this week’s snippet, they’ve (finally) made it into his car after a few very hot minutes in the parking lot that involved Sara taking off her heels to avoid scratching the paint on the hood of Curtis’ Mustang.

    Icing on the Cake“I like these,” he said, depositing the stilettos on her lap as he filled his side of the car with his big frame and even bigger presence. “Put them back on.”

    “Ooh, are we going to role-play ‘dirty cop fucks a call girl’? I like that one.”

    “I don’t role-play.” The look he gave her while bringing the car rumbling to life would have made an erupting volcano seem frigid. “I don’t need games to make sex exciting.”

    For many guys, that claim would be laughable. Coming from Curtis, it seemed more like a threat wrapped in a promise…or the other way around. Either way, it was no joke.


    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 in the Close to Home series but can be read as a standalone.

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    Check out all the snippets from the Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet—ICING ON THE CAKE—More

    Thanks for stopping by to read this week’s Sunday snippet from ICING ON THE CAKE. In last week’s excerpt, Curtis put Sara on notice about their night together. Do you think she believed him? Or that he’s the type to make good on his sexy threats? Let’s follow them to the parking lot and see how their night is progressing…

    Icing on the CakeHe wouldn’t have thought his dick could get any harder, but it did. Hard as granite and feral with need, that’s how she’d made him. He broke their kiss and bullied her toward the Mustang’s passenger door. “In the car—now.”

    “How romantic,” she said, reaching for the handle.

    He caught her arm and pinned her against the side of the car. “You don’t want romantic. You want raw, a fuck so hard you feel it with every step tomorrow. With every breath. And you want it from me.”


    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 of the Close to Home series but can be read as a standalone.

    AmazoniBooksB&Nmore retailers

    Check out the rest of the offerings from the Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet — ICING ON THE CAKE — Pickpocket

    Thanks for the great comments last week. (And every week.) I’m so glad you all enjoyed watching Sara try not to catch Nia’s bridal bouquet. The rest of the scene is good for a few more laughs, so I recommend picking up ICING ON THE CAKE and reading the entire thing. *hint hint*

    Today’s snippet follows after Sara has properly dealt with that darn bouquet. Well, aside from the fact that Curtis has video evidence of the ordeal on his cell phone…

    Icing on the CakeShe traced the edges of his lapels and pressed up against him. It had been awhile since she liberated the contents of somebody’s pocket—no time like the present to see if she still had the skills.

    Curtis circled her wandering hand with his fingers. “Arresting you for pickpocketing isn’t how I intend to spend our night together.”

    “So just give it to me.”

    “Oh, I plan to.” His free hand landed on her ass, pulled her in tight enough to feel the hard ridge pressing against her abdomen. “You feel that? Forget the phone—that’s what I’m going to give to you. Every way you can take it, then maybe a couple more.”


    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 of the Close to Home series but can be read as a standalone.

    AmazoniBooksKobomore retailers

    Check out all the other offerings from the Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet — ICING ON THE CAKE — Bouquet Toss, Part 2

    Because I know you’re curious what happened with Sara after Nia tossed the bridal bouquet, this Sunday’s bit picks up where last week’s left off.

    Icing on the CakeFrom the edge of the dance floor, Curtis grinned at her. Like a stupid deer caught in the headlights, Sara stood there and stared back, utterly immobile, despite the screeched warnings of an impending collision.

    “What the hell?” she said when something heavy whacked her on the head, then, “Shit!” as she used old high school volleyball techniques to swat the bouquet away.

    All around her—scrambling, hooting, shrieking.

    Forget sisterly obligation or maid-of-honor duty, she was done. She pushed against the flow, only a couple more feet and she’d be in the clear. She broke free of the estrogen-charged frenzy and threw her arms up as if she’d scored a touchdown—victory was hers.

    Whap.

    The bouquet, in her outstretched arms, out of fucking nowhere, without a nearby desperate female to shunt it to. So much for victory.


    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 of the Close to Home series, but can be read as a standalone.

    AmazoniBooksKobomore retailers

    Check out the rest of the snippets from the Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

  • Icing on the Cake,  Sunday Snippets

    Sunday Snippet — ICING ON THE CAKE — Bouquet Toss

    Oh, wedding receptions. So much fun. 😉 Sara just found out it’s time for her sister Nia to toss the bouquet. Sounds like something the snarky maid of honor, will enjoy, doesn’t it?

    Icing on the Cake“I see that look,” Nia clamped her hand around Sara’s wrist, “you’re not getting out of this.”

    The DJ’s table was their first stop, and like any good disc jockey, he hung on every word the bride said, nodding in all the appropriate places before he took to the mic. “The bride would like all the single ladies to step onto the dance floor for the traditional tossing of the bouquet, it’s time to see which lovely lady will be next to say ‘I do…’”

    Sara rolled her eyes. “With all the needy single women here, this could end up being a brawl in taffeta and satin. Maybe I should grab my phone and record it for your ‘wedding memories’ montage.”

    “Nice try.” Hands on Sara’s upper arms, Nia walked her to the center of the floor. “You will stand right here and be part of the fun—no brawling, got it?”

    “Fun that’s no fun, got it.”


    ICING ON THE CAKE is Book 2 of the Close to Home series, but can be read as a standalone.

    AmazoniBooksAll Romancemore retailers

    Check out the offer snippets from this week’s Weekend Writing Warriors.

    ICING ON THE CAKE
    Close to Home series — Book 2

    Nia and Conn’s wedding will be fairytale perfect…if their siblings can get along.

    Free-spirited, anti-establishment Sara has always been on the outside of her family’s fairytale mold. Now she’s being forced smack into the middle of it at her sister Nia’s wedding. Alongside the cocky and annoyingly sexy best man—Conn’s cop brother.

    Curtis doesn’t buy in to organized romance and fairytales. But for his brother, he’ll throw on a tux and fake it for a few hours. His flak vest would have been a better choice around the maid of honor. He should have brought his handcuffs too, because somebody needs to restrain the dark-haired spitfire—and he’s just the man for the job.

    One night to indulge the spark between them, then goodbye—that was the agreement. Curtis isn’t looking for a relationship and he sure doesn’t want a troublemaker for a girlfriend. The last thing Sara needs in her daily life is a cop looking over her shoulder, no matter how hot he is.
    But giving in to their chemistry is much more fun than giving it up…

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