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Real Love (Books 1 & 2)
« on: October 25, 2017, 12:17:48 pm »

Book 1 - Eye Candy


Jacqueline: As an adult woman--and the vice president of a marketing firm--I shouldn't be waiting by my office window to ogle the mystery man who jogs by every morning at 11:45. Sure, he's a gorgeous, perfect specimen of the human race, but I can't bring myself to hit on a total stranger. However, my best friend-slash-colleague Vince Carson thinks I should do more than talk to the guy. In fact, he's borderline obsessive about "getting me laid." (His words.) But the more time we spend together, the more it's clear: The one I'm falling for is Vince.

Vince: Jackie Butler's got it bad for some pompous, over-pumped A-hole who struts his stuff past her window. That doesn't bother me. I know she deserves nice things. What does bother me is that she friend-zoned me big-time last year, so I can't ask her out myself. But what if I set her up with Mr. Steroids? Then, when he breaks her heart, I can swoop in and save her like the nice guy I am. Everything's going according to plan . . . until we share a ridiculously epic kiss. And suddenly anything is possible.

Book 2 - Arm Candy

Last call! At the end of the night, a clean-cut hunk and a rebellious bartender act on their unlikely chemistry in this frisky standalone novel from the author of Eye Candy.

Davis: Iíve had my eye on Grace Buchanan for a while now. Unlike the bubbly blondes I usually date, the feisty, flame-haired bartender both intrigues and bewilders me. Something about Graceóthe tattoos? the nose ring?ómakes every part of me sit up and beg. Thereís only one problem: She hates me. Trading insults and one-liners has become our M.O. But when Grace bets me that I canít get a date with a non-blonde if my life depends on it, Iím determined to prove her wrong by landing the ultimate non-blonde: her.

Grace: Iím used to regulars hitting on me, and Iíve turned them all down, except for one: Davis Price. I like giving him a hard time, and heís kind of cute in his suit and tieóif youíre into that kind of thing. Anyway, I donít care how many blondes he takes home . . . until one of them sidles up to him in my bar. Nuh-uh. But after my little bet with Davis backfires, our first date lands us in the sack. So does the second. And the third. Neither of us wants more than the best sex of our lives. The trouble is, itís not a question of what I want. Itís what I need. And what I need is Davis.
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