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IF YOU CAN STAND THE HEAT, THERE’S A HOT SINGLE DAD IN THE KITCHEN.

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TITLE: Plus One
AUTHOR: Mae Wood
COVER DESIGN: Alyssa Garcia | Uplifting Designs

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If you can stand the heat, there’s a hot single dad in the kitchen.

At not-quite forty and with his son in his last year of high school, Bert’s going to be dining alone.

His restaurant’s wine rep has a few ideas on how he might sate all of his appetites.

He hasn’t been buying what she’s been selling, but she’s only in Memphis for a few months before moving back home to California.

Besides, it’s not like he’s going to fall in love for the first time in his life or anything crazy like that, right?

Plus One is a steamy standalone novel.

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PRAISE FOR PLUS ONE

“I can go on and on about this book. The writing was so witty and all the food and wine references just made me want to hop on a plane and go taste some good southern food.”—After Dark Book Lovers

“…if you like Single Dads, good food, all the wine, and fitness coupled with stellar writing and extremely well-developed characters, then PLUS ONE IS THE BOOK FOR YOU. So, go ahead, one click it and enjoy.”—Y’all This Book

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BONUS SCENE

“Angostura bitters,” he said over his shoulder. “There was a shortage a few years a back, so I started making my own bitters.” I trailed him around the restaurant’s kitchen, a puppy in pursuit of a treat.

Ostensibly, I was here on a sales call, making my rounds at the downtown Memphis restaurants. Selling wine, taking orders, and moving on to the next restaurant or bar. But when Pig and Barley popped up on my iPad for today’s call list, I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t help but dig around in my closet. No company-logo’ed polo shirt today.

Boobs.

And leg.

A hint of lace.

I knew what he’d order.

And knew I’d take it.

Curving his tall frame over a chopping board, another vintage concert T-shirt thin with age stretched across his powerful shoulders, he crushed a star anise with the flat blade of a knife. The meat of his left palm quickly smacking the heavy blade he held still with his right hand. And I jumped. He’d never spanked me, and I’d never wanted it. Never wanted to play that way until now.

“Do you like Absinthe? Or Sambuca?” he asked, the smell of soft black licorice wafting from the crushed pod. “Because I’m going for a stripped-down version with this infusion and will then play around with it to make a bitter I can use in cocktails.”

Flipping the knife over in his palm, he used the back to scrape the crushed pod into a glass jar filled with a clear liquid.

“Vodka? Everclear?” I guessed.

“No. Good ol’ Tennessee moonshine. Don’t ask where I got it.”

“So many, many good things in Tennessee.”

He wiped his hands and knife on a neatly folded white towel and placed the knife to the side of the cutting board, parallel and just so. His deliberate moves were instinctual when he sought out pleasure, whether from his food, his cocktails, or from me.

“So this is a sales call?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Drennan,” he said with a smile while he folded his arms across his chest, drawing out my name like I was a naughty child. The three birds on his forearm fluttered from the muscle movement, and my hand ached to touch his inked flesh. “Who else are you calling on today?”

“Flight and a few other places.”

“Tight schedule?” he asked.

“I could work you in,” I replied, taking a step toward him and walking my fingertips along the top of the shiny steel work surface, trying to be cool while the heat built inside of me. Fighting to keep my itchy fingers to myself.

“Oh, you’ll make room.”

“Here?” I whispered, looking into his chocolate and caramel eyes. Even though it was the two of us in the kitchen, the restaurant’s general manager was working in the broom closet of an office just a few feet away.

“Uhm, did I not hear you say hi to Patti on your way back here? And she’s interviewing a couple potential new servers,” he said, quickly flicking his wrist to glance at his heavy silver dive watch, “about now, I think.”

I ran through options, scenarios, my brain fizzing from the thought of sliding my skin against his. “Just how big is the back seat in your monster of an SUV?”

“It’s still got my bike in in from yesterday. But hold on,” he said.

He pulled the phone out of his back pocket and tapped on the screen. I stepped closer to him, sliding my hands to my waist and then up, pressing my breasts together. His eyes fell on my cleavage, and his Adam’s apple worked in appreciation, his lips softening with want while his jaw tightened with need.

“Man, don’t ask any questions. Just say that I can borrow a conference room. I’ll be there in three minutes.” One hand shoved the phone back into his jeans and the other grabbed one of mine, lacing our fingers together, and he pulled me through the kitchen and the restaurant and onto the street.

“Conference room?” I asked, my legs spinning to match his long stride and quick pace as he tugged me down the bustling sidewalk.

“Yeah, be cool, okay?”

A few blocks later he blew through a glass door into a simple lobby. The Brannon Company shone in bold brass letters behind the receptionist desk.

“Mr. Forsythe?” asked a thin brunette from behind her big bangs.

“Jenny, right? Trip said—“

“Yes, sir. We’ve got a conference room ready. Will anyone else be joining you?

He’s taking me to his friend’s office to fuck? At ten a.m. on a Monday?

“Just us,” he said, not loosening his grip on my hand.

Jenny’s eyes moved to me. Taking me in from head to the tips of my nude heels and I felt my boldness begin to slip. I turned to Bert, to gauge his reaction. Yeah. No shame. His eyes fixed on the elevator bank ahead of us. The temperature of our frantic walk over pressed beneath this cool facade.

With a nod at me, Jenny led the way to the conference room. Keeping up the charade that we were here on some sort of business, I sank into an overstuffed chair at the large oak table, my back to the wall of windows. I grabbed a notepad and pen from the table and began doodling.

“If you need anything, Mr. Forsythe, please call reception and ask for me.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” he said.

“Of course. Have a good meeting,” she replied. When the heavy door to the conference room clicked shut behind her, my laughter burst to the surface.

“You cool with this?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in amusement, as he tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his lean body with Ganesh inked in black wrapping around his right side.

“Depends,” I answered, not looking up from my notes. “What did you have in mind?”

“What did you have in mind when you decided to wear that to my restaurant?”

“Wear what?” I said, tilting my head and slowly blinking my big blue eyes at him.

“Come on, Dren,” he begged, the exasperation at my little game eating away at his patience.

“That,” I said, using the pen to point to the hard ridge in his jeans. “I was planning on coming on that.”

“Were you now?” he said, the irritation vanished.

“Yes, in fact, here’s the agenda,” I said, tossing the notepad toward him where it landed on the table.

“Are you serious?” He blinked at me and I again looked away, enjoying playing coy for once.

“We’ve got like ten minutes tops before Trip breaks this up.”

“Well, I suggest we move right to the action items, then,” I said, pointing at the paper.

His eyes rolled to the ceiling before he snatched up the notepad. “This is a drawing of a dick.”

“Yeah, I know. The agenda’s really meaty,” I said, examining the pen I twirled between my fingers.

“Ten. Minutes,” he repeated, a solid tap on the notepad punctuating each word.

“Do I hear a motion from the floor? I bet they says things like that in here, don’t they?” I said, finally turning my attention to him.

“The only motion I want from you is your ass out of that chair.”

“All in favor?” I asked, scanning the empty room for a response.

“Christ,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face and rounding the table toward me. “I’m in favor. Let’s get down to business.”

The chair spun and he leaned down in front of me, his hands dipping into my hair to bracket my head. “You want my dick?” he whispered in my ear, the scruff on his face abrading my cheek.

I nodded as best I could in response, my teeth tugging on my lip as I let loose a soft whimper of need.

My hands explored the muscles of his shoulders. My fingernails dug in, biting flesh, and my answer to his question escaping me in a slow hiss of desire. His belt and fly open, I leaned forward to shove his jeans and boxers over his hips, so I could get my hands on his bare ass. I loved the way the heels of my hands fit into the indentations at his hips while my fingers grasped firm muscle.

His hands shoved up my skirt, running his hands along the tops of my thighs with a friction that made me melt. Thumbs stroked in tandem at the hinge of my hips and I went to open for him, but was bound by the chair’s arms.

He pressed my hips into the chair. “Patience, patience.”

“Ten minutes,” I bit out.

“He’s not going to open the door,” he replied, his warm hands sliding between my exposed ass and the chair to scoop me up and place me on the cool tabletop. “No one is. We could have this room all day. But I want you now.”

His hands returned to reach underneath my skirt, and my panties were yanked down. I could feel soft pops as his impatient fingers shredded the lace. “Sorry,” he muttered into my neck.

“Only apologize if you stop,” I replied.

“Quick pause okay? Not a stop.” He backed up, fished a condom out of his wallet and returned to me suited up. Strong and hard and proud. I pulled my feet to rest on the table and dropped my knees open for him. Opened for all of the city of Memphis beyond the wall of windows that was behind him.

Shameless for him.

Ready for him.

Needy for him.

I reached for him and, with a push, he found me. His hands once again gripping my ass and lifting me, holding me close, as he continued to thrust from below. “Drennan, Drennan, Drennan.” I knew this chant, mumbled against my lips and neck. The simple incantation of my name so filled with need and promise. The words that reduced the world to me and him. To this moment.

Coolness the length of my back snapped me out of the trance. “The window?”

“You want that?” he asked, nuzzling his scruff along my jaw. “I’ll put it on the agenda for our next meeting. But I don’t trust any glass for how hard I’m going to pound into you.”

Then I heard it—a door, banging on its hinges. “You’re not going to get invited back,” I said.

“Like I give a fuck. Come back to me. Here. Now.” My fingers tugged at his hair, fusing his mouth with mine.

A deep dive and rock against my clit and I was gone again. So gone for this man.

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ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE PIG & BARLEY SERIES

RISKING RUIN

Risking Ruin

BORROWING TROUBLE

Borrowing Trouble

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mae Wood is a mommy, bookworm, and lawyer (in that order).

A while ago Mae decided that she needed to give up the fear that she couldn’t write “great literature” and write what she wants to read.

And she wants romance. And laughter.

She wants heroines who are brave. Brave enough to be themselves and brave enough to fall in love.

She wants men who are strong and kind.

Mae lives in the Southeastern United States.

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The book:

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Pelican Freak’s 5-star review:

I read this book a while ago and just realized I hadn’t posted a review.
This book’s actually been on my mind, which is what made me realize I should post a review… months after finishing it, this sage and its characters are still on my mind.

The characters are complex – even for teenagers, which the mains are. I’m very attached to both of them and very much admire them as people. Even though they’re still young, they know who they are and mostly what they want out of life. They’re both secure in their values and wise beyond their years due to having to grow up fast. Down to earth. You’ll love to root for them and hate on their oppressors.

The author does a brilliant job of alternating the point of views. There’s no confusion, and it doesn’t get boring or leave me hanging – she times it perfectly and makes the transitions perfectly.
The story has some action, plenty of drama, some scandal, a bit of mystery, and some fantasy and probably more that I’m leaving out.
In other words, there’s something for everyone.

I find the cover to be professionally designed and relevant and the formatting/editing to be well done and professional. Very easy on the eyes.
I’m dying for more of this series and I truly hope Saltis keeps writing whether it’s to satisfy my own need for more of these characters or to bring new ones into the world.
5 stars all the way.

This is such a great read and seriously underrated. It’s from a brilliant new author, who I seriously hope keeps writing. Left me wanting more. Highly recommend giving it a chance.

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Forced to be fake, they fight to get real.

Penny Sparrow is trapped in a lie. She’s a Strowler, a wanderer, forced to live as a Bleater, an ordinary person, for the sake of her family. Rebellion against her fake life leads to more misery as she’s bullied at school and suppressed at home. She makes an ally when she meets Lennon. This ragged street hustler is actually the heir of the Two Dragon Clan and the descendant of a powerful dragon. Murderous relatives have forced him into hiding. The two teens become friends, and perhaps something more, but will the laws of the Crossroads and the demands of a dragon tear them apart?

The World of the Crossroads

The Crossroads series chronicles a secret society of warriors, wanderers, beggars, and assassins. Opposing clans fight for supremacy, some with martial prowess and others with paranormal abilities. Penny is an outcast, shunned for her parents’ deeds. Lennon was born to rule, but murder and deceit put him on a quest for vengeance. Their enemies are powerful and the truth of what happened to their families could tear them apart. Meanwhile, a dragon with his own agenda watches over them all.

Pelican Freak’s 5-star review

I read this book a while ago and just realized I hadn’t posted a review.
This book’s actually been on my mind, which is what made me realize I should post a review… months after finishing it, this sage and its characters are still on my mind.

The characters are complex – even for teenagers, which the mains are. I’m very attached to both of them and very much admire them as people. Even though they’re still young, they know who they are and mostly what they want out of life. They’re both secure in their values and wise beyond their years due to having to grow up fast. Down to earth. You’ll love to root for them and hate on their oppressors.

The author does a brilliant job of alternating the point of views. There’s no confusion, and it doesn’t get boring or leave me hanging – she times it perfectly and makes the transitions perfectly.
The story has some action, plenty of drama, some scandal, a bit of mystery, and some fantasy and probably more that I’m leaving out.
In other words, there’s something for everyone.

I find the cover to be professionally designed and relevant and the formatting/editing to be well done and professional. Very easy on the eyes.
I’m dying for more of this series and I truly hope Saltis keeps writing whether it’s to satisfy my own need for more of these characters or to bring new ones into the world.
5 stars all the way.

The book:

http://amzn.to/2gTLUyc

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Pelican Freak’s 4-star Review:

Overall, I found this to be a really fun read.
I tend to be a bit leery of alternating point-of-views or timelines -and this one does switch up between times and point-of-views both and it’s very well done. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the continuity was on point. There was also no confusion at all so the author did a brilliant job here. Both of the main characters were very likable, I didn’t find that I missed one, while reading in the other’s point-of-view.

Speaking of character development: these characters are very well designed, I’d call them complex for sure. We’re able to get glimpses of Teme from the time she’s a young girl and on for about three decades. The author did a good job of laying the groundwork for Teme’s ultimate personality as an adult. John comes off as a good guy and only gets more so. The minor players in the story are consistent in their personalities and motives as well.

The formatting is easy on the eyes and edit/proofing-wise, I found the manuscript to be in good shape.
The story is very different, there’s shifters so you could call it ‘paranormal’, though they’re more of a spiritual bunch, but in a very believable way. I’d call this – if I had to put it in a box and stick a label on it, which I’m generally opposed to – a realistic fantasy, if that makes sense.

I loved the way a great respect for nature was built into this story- for me it made it all the more relatable. Even for non-nature lovers, I’d think it serves as a good reminder as to the importance of preserving nature 🙂 .

I did begin to miss the story, and wonder about it when I stepped away, so definitely gripping.
There’s some mystery built in, some sweet romance, some scandal – I’d say it’s got something for everyone. Recommend. It’s complex, but a quick read.

The book:

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Bodyguard, Den of Thieves Book #2, by A.M. Cosgrove

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Pelican Freak’s 5star review:

What I love about Cosgrove is she can pull off a hot, steamy romance that is also sweet, yet not like all of the other billions of romance books out there!

Bodyguard, like its predecessor is filled with characters I love – in fact, I’m on the edge of my seat, waiting for more of these series because the guys of DoT Recovery have completely grown on me.

Bo is a hottie with baggage… however he’s not super annoying about it, he’s trying to overcome it. His client has her own baggage and issues… he’s got to help her get to the bottom of it all before someone from her past? Present? That’s part of the mystery – succeeds in killing her. Along the way, he might realize he’s attracted to her..

This book has just enough mystery to keep me guessing til the end, loads of drama and it’s hot where it needs to be. It’s a fun, fast read that left me wanting more of the series but with no questions thus far. A great read – Cosgrove never disappoints.

Highly recommend.

 

& if you’ve got #KindleUnlimited, it IS included. 🙂

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Detective Stan Brookshire is back in the fifth book in his series! The Widowmaker is one twisted killer, and the book by the same title will not be at .99 for long!

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A fifteen year-old unsolved case is still causing problems – this time in Homicide Detective Stan Brookshire’s backyard. Newlyweds seem to be an endangered species in and around Lake City. What evidence there is, lies with a small-town sheriff and may or may not have been gathered and handled properly. Stan can only hope to make sense of what’s been left behind and apply it to the recent case before more innocent lives are lost.

Meanwhile, Father Jaime cannot remember anything for entire periods of time… periods that happen to coincide with the times that the murders took place. He is tormented by this and has come to doubt even himself. Can he trust this big city cop to handle this information with an open mind? Or will he immediately be persecuted? He worries the whole town will look bad, having worshipped under a potential killer all these years…

It’s up to Stan and Jane to get to the bottom of the murders before the killer strikes again. This time, they need help from the outside – will they get to the bottom of this, or will they take the easy bait destroying more lives in their wake?

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Love Seasoned (A Hidden Beauty Novel Book 5)

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Who says love is only for the young? When Denny Ashley lost his wife to brain cancer, he never imagined he’d get another chance to find someone. That was just fine with him. As a long-haul trucker, he was used to being alone. But, a vivacious florist enters his world and Denny hopes he can do love justice.

Gwendolyn has loved and lost before. She’s experienced both heaven and hell when it comes to men. When Denny Ashley starts to turn on the charm, she must decide if she can handle love seasoned by time.

Just as Denny and Gwendolyn are putting their pasts into perpective, Gwendolyn learns she must face something bigger than she has ever encountered. Will Denny be able to facedown his own ghosts and be by her side or should she ask him to after all of the blows he’s been dealt?

 

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Have a good weekend!!