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It was supposed to be simple.

Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.

Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe.

Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.

Not that it’s the worst place to be.

But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.

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Title: Just One Love

Author: Jami Wagner

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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My entire life is a lie.

He launched my salty reputation.

Yet, here I am, doing him another favor so he can get what he wants—maybe then I can dislodge him from my heart.

There is an emptiness in my life.

Yet I have everything I need, or at least, I thought I did.
It was supposed to be a simple deal between friends. Friends? Yeah, right. I should have known we’re too volatile for that.

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Abby

I jump down and grab my knife, but as but as I pull back in what should be the segue into my quick getaway run—dramatic, smooth, commanding, just like in the movies—I’m jerked back.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The knife is stuck.

“Abby, let’s go!” Beth snaps at me. She’s crouched behind the truck where they can’t see her. “I cannot believe that I trusted that you were going to break up with him like a normal person. Let’s go.”

“I’m trying,” I shush back, jerking again on the damn knife.

“Just leave it.”

“It has my initials on it.”

A gift from my mom for my eighteenth birthday. She knows me so well. Not.

“What the … seriously?” Beth moves around to the tire and pushes me out of the way. I duck when Jace’s ball cap comes into view over the back of the truck. Then, Beth and I yank on the knife together.

Nothing happens.

“Let me drive!” Tyler shouts.

“Dude, what the fuck is your deal? It’s my truck. I’ll drive.”

“But I’m thinking of getting one just like it, and I need to test drive something.” Tyler’s response is quick.

“Dude, whatever,” Jace replies as I see the keys flying through the air, right before Tyler comes into view.

“What the fuck are you doing, Abby?” he says through the side of his lips. I barely see his mouth move.

“Trying to leave. What does it look like?” I whisper frantically.

“Whoops!” Tyler drops the keys. He kneels in front of the tire and jerks the knife out in one swift move.

Damn.

His white T-shirt hugs his bicep, and, oh boy, he looks good tonight. I mean, he’s always had the whole Liam Hemsworth thing going on, but tonight he looks even hotter than a movie star. His hair is the perfect dirty blonde and his eyes are brightest green I’ve ever seen. Don’t even get me started on his smile. Shoot, any girl would agree to whatever he wanted just to see it one more time. I would know. I’ve been that girl.

Tyler gives the knife to me and mouths “run.” We don’t hesitate in the slightest.

I tuck the knife into my back pocket as I duck to run. The tire is successfully slashed, and I’m not leaving any evidence of my crime at the scene.

Hunching behind her car, Beth shoots daggers from her eyes as she stares at me. The look is so intense, I need something else to focus on.

Yes, this crack on the sidewalk is a nice distraction.

“I can’t believe you,” she seethes.

“It’s fine. No one saw us but Tyler,” I say just as Jace begins shouting a string of curses.

Jackass.

“I should have known you were going to do something crazy tonight. You made breaking up sound so simple,” Beth adds.

I shrug and then we both hunker down tighter when the lights of Tyler’s truck flash our way. I crawl around the front of the car and watch them turn the corner.

Then, I start to laugh.

Beth is still glaring at me. Only now she’s standing with her hands on her hips and looking at me like my mom would when I’d come home past curfew, before she decided she didn’t want anything to do with me.

The whole picture makes me laugh even harder. Slowly, Beth’s lips begin to tug into a smile.

“You are out of control,” she says and unlocks her car.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” I tell her.

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Jami enjoys writing Romance and published her debut novella, Date in the Dark, in 2015. Her first full-length novel, Just One Kiss, was published in October 2015 and is the first book in her Black Alcove series. The remainder in the series, Just One Night, Just One Touch, Just One Moment, and Just One Spark are available now.

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Miller holds open the hobby shop door for me. “After you, my warrior princess. I believe we have a castle to create.”

“Chloe left me a list of items to pick up, since she’s seeing her therapist.”

“Never miss a shrink visit, I say.” Miller stops in front of a remote-controlled helicopter display. “How are they going for her, anyway?”

“Good. She’s almost done with the appointments. She’s doing so well now, but it took a while,” I say, smiling as we go inside, proud of my girl.

“I’m glad she’s doing better. It’s all because of you.”

I wave off the compliment as we head down the aisles. Pom-poms and fabrics abound, nestled alongside scrapbook boxes and glitter glue, which cuddles with glitter guns and ribbons. I stop at an aisle bursting with silver ribbons, polka-dot ribbons, and ribbons with tassels. I scratch my head. “I don’t understand why there are so many ribbons.”

Miller leans in close and whispers, “The better to tie you up with, my pretty.”

A tingle spreads over my shoulders, surprising me, even thought I’m not surprised by his words. He’s a natural-born flirt, and I’m used to his naughty banter. It’s never directed toward me, per se. He’s just having fun. It’s Miller being Miller, like when we play Bananagrams and he tries to make as many naughty-sounding words as possible, like caulk and diphthong. “In that case, let’s make it a polka-dot ribbon. I can wear it with my famous polo shirts and ponytails,” I say, referring to the super-sweet style I wore when I sang online with my brother.

“Ooh, that makes it even naughtier, and it proves my point.”

“What’s that?”

He holds up a finger. “I have a hunch craft stores are frequented by the Fifty Shades crowd.”

I laugh. “DIY BDSM-ers?”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Ribbons are for typing pretty wrists.” He circles his hand around my wrist, sending another unexpected charge through me. I do my best to ignore the sensation. He lets go quickly and leads me to an aisle of wooden frames, birdhouses, and, oddly enough, paddles. “Those paddles are not for school projects, I tell you.”

“Whatever are they for?” I ask, feigning innocence.

Miller mimes spanking my butt. Next, he gestures to the candle-making section. “Exhibit B that hobby shops are fronts for kinky sex clubs—just imagine all this wax dripping on bellies and butts tonight.”

“How on earth am I supposed to work on a project with Chloe now that you’ve put these thoughts in my head?”

He runs a hand lightly over my hair and says in his raspy baritone, “I suspect those thoughts were already there.”

Were they?Are they? Images scroll through my mind, mostly involving ribbons.

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“Can I ask
you something? It’s totally fine to say no.” She adds the last part quickly.
She smiles and looks at the spot over my shoulder, her fingers tapping a quick
beat on the table. She looks vulnerable, her eyes wide, allowing me to see how
nervous she is. I mean, how can I say no to her?

“Sure.” I
settle back on the seat and stretch my arms along the back of it.

“Can I . .
. can I kiss you?” Her eyes snap back to mine, and she hurriedly adds, “I know
you’re heading to Boston in a few weeks and—” She sucks in a deep breath. “I really want to kiss you. I promise I
won’t try to do anything else. Just kiss you.”

Holy. Shit.

I take a
deep breath, letting her words sink in, and realize I’m breathing faster than
normal. My gaze falls on her mouth, and I literally stop breathing because that
mouth, God help me. It’s like a
gateway to a whole new galaxy where secrets and wishes are waiting to be
unveiled.

I need to
kiss her. I want to discover the universe beyond those full lips. I’ve been
fighting the need to kiss her since I walked inside the diner and saw her
wiping down the counter. But my brain is telling me it’s a bad idea and kissing
her will irrevocably change me. Change my life. I know I won’t be able to come
back from that. But the other part of me, the part that has a hopeless,
desperate crush on this girl, just wants to drag her onto my lap and let her do
whatever she wants.

“It’s
getting late. We should probably lock up and leave,” she says in a small voice
when I take too long to reply. She pushes her hair back before standing up and
starting to stack our plates together. Her gaze meets mine briefly. “Look, I’m
sorry I made this awkward. It’s not fair to you—”

I reach
out, curling a finger through the belt loops on her jean shorts, and tug. But
she doesn’t move toward me. Instead, her grip around the plates grows tighter,
and she turns to leave.

“Gracie.” I
tighten my hold, forcing her to set everything back on the table and look at
me. “Come here.”

I pull her
close while placing my other hand on her hip. Then, I slide both hands in the
back pockets of her shorts, pulling her closer until all I can see is her face
and her lips—so close to mine.

Her chest
rises and falls quicker than before, and I realize mine’s doing the same. We
stare at each other. I wonder if she regrets asking to kiss me. That thought
makes my chest ache. Right now, in this moment, with my face inches away from
her boobs, I’d do anything for a chance to know what she tastes like. My
fingers skim along her arm and bury themselves in her hair. She trembles
against me, so I know she wants this as much as I do.

Earlier
today after leaving work, I drove home. My mind was preoccupied, and I was restless,
so after taking a shower, I got into my car. And somehow, I found myself
parking the truck outside the diner. Maybe this is why I came here; I don’t
know. But I really want to find out.

“Do it.” My
voice is a whisper. I’m almost breathless with want. I want to yank her down
and kiss her myself, but she looks like she’s about to flee. So I let her come
to me. “Kiss me.”

She sinks
her teeth in her bottom lip as she comes closer. I’m glad I’m sitting down
because my knees are shaking with anticipation. Then her lips touch mine, her
eyes on me the whole time. Need has my fingers tightening in her hair as she
presses her lips more firmly to mine. Her tongue peeks out, running along the
seam of my lips. I groan and shift on the seat to ease the discomfort in my
pants. My mouth opens, and the second her tongue touches mine, my body rattles
with a shiver. This moment feels sacred. Like a blessing. It feels blasphemous
and holy all at once. It scares me.

Tugging her
into my lap, I fist her hair in my hands as I incline her hear further, fusing
our lips together more firmly. But our noses are in the way, and we have to
find the right angle to stop bumping into each other. It’s frustrating at first
because I want her lips on mine and her breath mingling with my breath. Our
heads finally slant in the right positions, and our lips fit perfectly. We both
exhale in relief and groan at the contact.

Something
in me breaks loose. Suddenly I’m pulling at her hair frantically, and my kisses
become hungry and aggressive. I’m trembling and desperate and all I can think
is I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I don’t ever want to stop or
let her go. I don’t need to wonder if she’s enjoying this kiss too. Her hands
fisted in my hair, yanking me closer and closer are all the answers I need.
She’s pressing her chest into mine, and I swear I can feel her heart hammering.
Neither one of us wants it to end.

We break
apart and gulp for air, and my hands leave her hair, greedy to explore other
parts of her, but they end up on her hips, pulling her further into me.

“More,” I
beg, because right now, that’s all I can do.

Beg like my
life depends on it. At this point, I feel like I’m about to go up in flames.

 

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Synopsis

We’ve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we can’t have.

Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork he’s there.
Every night like clockwork I’m ready.

I’m not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and
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Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.

And when he turns up at my work

My worst f**king nightmare.

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“So?” His head lowered toward mine. “Have you fallen in love with me yet?”
A single-noted laugh escaped from me. “No. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“You know it’s only a matter of time.”
“Before our three months are up and, lo and behold, I haven’t fallen madly in love with you?” I said. “Yeah, I know that.”
He held out my glass of cider, scooting closer. “Am I really that offensive?”
“Taken as a whole, no, you’re not. But taking this whole set-up into account, along with your beliefs that love is for weak-minded ninnies, then yes. You really are so offensive.”
A half smile emerged. “What do your readers think about this whole thing?”
“My readers definitely don’t want me falling for you,” I answered.
“But your readers love romance, and some handsome, roguish fellow taking your hand in a park while you’re dressed in a white dress is the definition of romance.” Right then, Brooks’s hand covered mine where it was resting on the blanket.
Instead of stiffening or whipping away, I found myself relaxing under his touch. The camera’s presence screamed at me from the corner of my eye.
“My readers believe in finding the one.” My hand slipped from beneath his. “Not the one who takes your hand and pretends to like you so he gets the promotion.”
“Who says I couldn’t be your one?”
I laughed. “Even I don’t need to run the numbers to know that has about a one-in-an-impossible chance of happening.”
Brooks slid his glasses onto his head, his eyes unapologetic in their stare. “You and me? You couldn’t see it?”
“Not even a little.” I had to look away. “When it’s right, you know it. You feel it.”
Brooks’s head shook before he took a drink of his cider. “I admit, it’s a nice idea. But don’t you feel it inside? The realization that it’s just not true?” He stared out at the park and the people in it.
I gazed with him, trying to ignore that pit opening up in my stomach. “I’d rather spend my life chasing a dream than swallowing a cruel reality.”
“You’d rather spend your life lying to yourself than being honest?” Brooks asked.
“I don’t think any of what I believe is a lie. Soul mates, unconditional love, happy endings—it’s all real.”
“Fairy tales,” he muttered under his breath. “So explain why a marriage dissolves after twenty years because of fifteen minutes of indiscretion.”
Reaching for my glass, I answered, “It wouldn’t have if he kept it in his pants.”
He blew out a sharp breath. “No, that’s like saying twenty years, our kids, our house, our finances, everything is worth less than that fifteen minutes of fucking.” His arms threw out, his tone rather impassioned. “That’s not unconditional love. That’s the very conditional kind.”
“You’re right. It is the conditional kind. On the part of the one who engaged in the fifteen minutes of extra marital . . .” I just caught the cameraman’s hands flailing before I said, “Screwing. That was one-sided unconditional love, and that never works in a relationship.”
One of his brows rose. “That’s a convenient explanation. But I’ll stick to my beliefs that all of that unconditional love junk is worth its weight in bullshit.”
I shot the cameraman an apologetic look—so much for keeping this date in the PG realm. “Then how do you explain the couples it has worked for? The ones who live a long, happy, committed relationship together.”
“I call it a case of two determined people willing to overlook each other’s weaknesses and not be hell-bent on changing or fixing the other, who’ve figured out a way to laugh at themselves, forgive easily—not to mention often—perfect the fine balance of selflessness and selfish, and on top of that, won the relationship lottery.” Brooks clinked his glass against mine before finishing what was left of his cider. “That’s how I explain that.”
I blinked at him. “Wow. Don’t hold back or anything.”
“That’s just half of it.”

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Contemporary Romance

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Breck

My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I’m not who I claim to be.

A year ago, I packed up my promising life in the city for a man I saw only once.

Accepting a temporary job with Cade and four blazing hot veterans should have been my way in.

Except, Cade acts like he would rather be tortured than speak to me.

He can resist all he wants, but I made a promise that I intend to keep.

Even if it costs me everything.

Cade

I’ve watched her for over a year.

There’s something about her that seems familiar… but now that she’s living here for two weeks, I could care less what it is.

I just want her gone.

Breck is temptation personified, and some lines can’t be crossed.

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