Denver’s Calling


When Denver’s long-term partner breaks up with him, he flees his life, his career, and his bright future as one of the country’s leading trauma surgeons. Ditching everything but his dog, Denver returns to the quiet town of Cooper’s Ridge and his parents’ ranch.

Leaving twelve years earlier, Denver knew he would never be accepted as a gay man in an unaccepting town. So, when he meets Kes—an old school friend—in the bar he owns, he is shocked to find him in an openly gay relationship. Something he never thought would happen here.

What surprises him even more is the instant, mutual attraction the three men have. Accepting a job in Kes’ bar, they dance around each other, wanting them but not believing he would ever fit in with a couple so obviously in love. But, they want him. And they are not prepared to let him go.

Denver takes a risk and accepts their offer of a night out, finding a side of himself he never knew existed. Not trusting himself to be enough for the two men, the desire blooming in him is unprecedented and he can’t deny it: he wants them as much.

He finds his life falling into place, all because of two men. Is it possible he found his forever in a place he never expected it?

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My head is in a spin, I can’t get Denver out of it. His scent, as he sat next to me, was intoxicating: the pure man essence made my mouth water. But the reaction from him with every touch, not just from me but from East, too, has had my dick hard all afternoon. I’m prepping some food for tonight, keeping it simple with some homemade pizza and a few beers that are already in the fridge.

East will be home soon, Ellie won’t keep him there too long. She simply likes to spend an hour or so, a couple of times during the week, then spend time together at the weekend; I’ve got used to it now but it was a shock at first. I was surprised when East mentioned her this afternoon but Denver didn’t pick up on it, or at least he didn’t question it. Maybe he knows, his parents and brother will have filled him in on all the town news when he got back here. And Cal definitely knows.

The door opens and I turn to see East walk through, he looks tired but his smile brightens up his face as he sees me.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I wipe my hands on a towel and walk towards him. I lean in and capture his lips with mine.

“Yeah, Ellie is good. She’s got a school dance this Friday and wanted to show me her outfit. She’s growing up way too fast.” East chuckles. “I’m gonna grab a shower then I’ll come and help.”

“It’s all done; take your time, baby. Do you want me to come and scrub your back?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“I don’t think there’s time for that.” East smirks, and heads down the hallway to our bedroom. It’s a large home, all on one level but there’s plenty of space; East did an awesome job on renovating and restoring the old building. I follow him and sit on the window seat as he strips off his clothes. He looks over at me. “What do you think of Denver then?”

“Now there’s a loaded question, baby.” I lean forward and rest my arms on my knees.

“You know what I mean. Shit, Kes, the reactions we get from him are hot as hell! He’s sexy as fuck and he seems to be interested.” East wanders to our bathroom, making me get up and follow him.

“I get that feeling, too, but he does seem confused and I’m not surprised: he must be getting some very mixed signals from the two of us. On one hand, we are affectionate to each other and then we are casually flirting with him. But fuck, East, the smell of him this afternoon as I drove him back home had me fucking hard.”


Jordan’s Shadow

Jordan’s Shadow by T.R. Cupak

Dark Erotic Romance

Release Date: October 6th

Cover Designer: BexHarper Designs

Cover Model: Drew Leighty

Photographer: Travis Lane

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This story isn’t about love, like, lust, or a happily ever after. This story, my story, is about struggle, pain and suffering. Fighting to stay afloat while being pulled under by what feels like the murky and powerful undertow of the ocean. Fighting for strength I so desperately need when all I am feeling is desolate and weak. I’m a girl who exudes hatred when a normal girl of my age and pedigree should be the picture perfect portrait of love.

Alcohol consumes me. Drugs numb me. Sex for money feeds the hollow abyss deep within me. How does a soon-to-be twenty-five year old escort turn her life around when the last several years of her life has been spent traveling down a very dark path?

The Shadow
She became my obsession, my every thought. She is the reason I wake up in the morning, plotting, scheming, exacting a revenge she so desperately deserves. But will she take my offer once she learns my true identity; sees the darkness within me, or will she hate me for lying to her all of these years, leading her to lose herself to the drugs and alcohol that have kept her ghosts at bay? Will she be my Precious?

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T. R. Cupak was born and raised in the California Bay Area. She now lives in a quiet town south of where she grew up with her husband and their shih tzu Harley. She is obsessed with cars, especially fast ones, and enjoys her music louder than anyone should. When she’s not at work or busy writing, you can find her curled up, reading and enjoying a fabulous glass of wine or a Dirty Shirley.

Despite her lifelong love of literature, Cupak lost touch with her creative side in her early twenties. Her passion for reading was rekindled six years ago, however, and in 2013 she started journaling. This practice helped Cupak hone her creative aspirations, and soon she saw her characters come to life. She has rediscovered her passion for storytelling and wants to share her words with everyone who wants to read them.

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When Denver’s long-term partner breaks up with him, he flees his life, his career, and his bright future as one of the country’s leading trauma surgeons. Ditching everything but his dog, Denver returns to the quiet town of Cooper’s Ridge and his parents’ ranch.

Leaving twelve years earlier, Denver knew he would never be accepted as a gay man in an unaccepting town. So, when he meets Kes—an old school friend—in the bar he owns, he is shocked to find him in an openly gay relationship. Something he never thought would happen here.

What surprises him even more is the instant, mutual attraction the three men have. Accepting a job in Kes’ bar, they dance around each other, wanting them but not believing he would ever fit in with a couple so obviously in love. But, they want him. And they are not prepared to let him go.

Denver takes a risk and accepts their offer of a night out, finding a side of himself he never knew existed. Not trusting himself to be enough for the two men, the desire blooming in him is unprecedented and he can’t deny it: he wants them as much.

He finds his life falling into place, all because of two men. Is it possible he found his forever in a place he never expected it?


“You’re killing me here! Seriously? A glory hole, in the restroom?” I’m laughing so hard, I nearly tip over the chair I’m leaning back on.

“It’s not fucking funny, you asshole. I just want to know if you can come over and fix it?” Kester is trying not to laugh, I can hear it, but I love winding him up.

“For you, baby, anything. I’ll get another divide and come on over.” I drop the front two legs of the chair back down on the floor.

“Thank you, I’d like it done before opening tonight.” Kes sounds more relaxed.

“Only because I love you, but there’s one condition: we have to try it first.” Damn, the thought of that has my dick throbbing.

“Hmm, maybe. It depends how quickly you can get here,” he chuckles.

“I’m on my way.” I end the call and pick up my keys.

I’m still smiling when I hit the builders’ merchants. I have no problem choosing the correct piece since it was me who fitted out the bar when Kes bought it and needed to refurbish the whole place.

I shake my head as I remember seeing Kes for the first time in years. I knew him, of course. But, as he’s older, we were never friends at school and I would never have been brave enough to approach him anyway. Kester Dereham was the coolest kid in school: smart, baseball captain, and so damn hot in his tight white pants. I spent hours dreaming of him. And jerking off. Hell yeah, plenty of hours whacking one off with his face filling my mind. He’d gone off to college and only came back during the summers and holidays and, still, we never socialized in the same circle.

I was surprised when I heard he’d moved back for good and saddened for the reason, so I was more than ready to do the refit for him. I wasn’t prepared for him to remember me, let alone come on to me. I had no idea he was gay but, hell, I was never gonna turn him down. That was two years ago. We now have a house together and have been accepted by our, normally closeminded, community as a couple.

Pulling up outside the bar, I grab my tool bag from the back of the truck, leaving the partition where it is for now. Sauntering up to the door, I tap on the glass and wait for him to reach me, giving me time to take all of him in. He stands taller than me at six foot, with dirty blond hair that is long enough to tie back at the nape of his neck. Under the tight, black T-shirt with the bar’s name emblazoned across the front, I can see the outline of his firm, muscular body, the one I know intimately and have mapped every plane of with my tongue. His hazel eyes sparkle and his smile widens as he reaches me.

“Hey, baby, you have moved quickly. Always so eager to please.” Kes’ voice lowers as he leans in to kiss me. His mouth hovers over mine briefly, but long enough to make me sigh in need, then presses firmly onto mine.


James – A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance


Night of the Kings series

by Shayne Ford

Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance


This is a story about love, taming hearts, growing up and changing. It is about a good girl corrupting a bad boy, who turns her into a bad girl. And then, it’s about a bad girl, who brings the bad boy to his knees.

Rain meets James for the first time, fresh out of high school. Fascinated by him, she wants him to be her first man, someone she can never forget. At twenty-five, James is a ruthless, powerful, wealthy man, who’s never had feelings for a woman and wants to keep things that way.

He has two handsome best friends who are also his business partners.

This is NOT a conventional, linear romance. Expect a bit of a mess, dirty bits, other people, cliffhangers and twists of situations.

Chapter ONE


Nobody knows where they come from.

Some people say they travel from the other side of the hills, where the wealthiest estates of the county share the beautiful scenery of Aspen and the well-guarded privacy of big money, but they could drive from farther away.

They come with the first whispers of the fall when the days are still warm, and the light looks like golden honey pouring slowly in a jar of glass. When the nights grow cold, and the leaves flutter in the wind under the vault of the cerulean sky. When homes like mine and Eve’s smell like cinnamon and apple pies, and smoke drifts from the piles of leaves burning outside.

They drive through town like ghosts while we spend our evenings tucked under the blankets, sipping tea and eating cookies, spinning stories like this.

But some people swear they see them all year round. Mostly at night, and almost never during the day, and that’s why it’s so hard to believe.

As they sweep through town, the whispers become murmurs before they turn into gossip, the stories, old and new, resurfacing, revived, spurring restlessness amongst the youngsters and skepticism amongst the older.

Men brush the idea off, huffing and puffing and grumping, turning a deaf ear to the women’s ramblings.

People spot their cars or bikes, but not that many get the chance to see them. Certainly not us, who are barely out of high school.

Women are the ones who spread the rumors, but their stories should be taken with a grain of salt.

Regardless, the tales and mysteries abound.

Eve and I love the legend.

Unlike her, I’m not willing to admit.

Some say they head west–– right outside of town, where an old estate sprawls on a big piece of land, guarded by the majestic forest in the background.

That’s where the road comes to an end, and the Dark House rises on the shore of a large, shimmering lake, the mansion shrouded in a lot of mystery just like them.

Surrounded by old trees, alleys with wrought iron benches, flowering shrubs and a brick wall covered with wild roses, the property–– if we are to believe the story, belongs to them.

Footpaths crisscross the land, an old tale saying there’s an abandoned tunnel hidden in the thick woods stretching behind the house.

Other people have spotted them downtown at Red’s–– the building with charcoal gray walls, red painted stairs, and black tinted windows. The playground of the most powerful and wealthiest men in town, perhaps the county. The favorite place for wheeling and dealing and indulging in guilty pleasures away from their spouses’ eyes.

Throughout the years the space we grew up in has become a portal between old and new, truth and secret, pure and sin, stories like this making the town feel so alive.

“Wait for me,” Eve shouts as I dart away from her, the wind blowing in my hair, the sun kissing my cheeks.

“I’ll meet you down there,” I say, pointing at the bottom of the slope.


Chapter ONE


One week till Christmas~New York

There’s no stronger force than love. It makes you crawl and cry and curse. It tortures you and poisons you before it shows you bliss to hook you even more, and then it makes you bleed. It brings the toughest man to his knees and turns a woman’s heart into a pile of ashes.

“She doesn’t pay you to read… you know,” a terse voice rings out behind me, scratching my ears.

I stifle a retort.

She who pays me is not the owner of the store, and she who speaks is not my boss, but that’s useless to convey as well.

Clinging to my last ounce of dignity, I slowly fold the piece of paper, place it in my pocket and start stacking books on the shelf.

The more I sense her stare on my back, the more nervous I become. Suddenly, my lips are dry, and my hands turn sweaty as my dress begins to itch.

Pacing myself, I run trembling fingers over my skirt. I wish she’d go away. No fucking chance.

I have no other choice but turn around and face her.

Angel, my co-worker, a petite woman in her mid-twenties, who looks more mature than her age, straightens her back and creases her lips into a disdainful smile.

Her orange sweater makes the pearls around her neck look yellow and her skin translucent. A tangerine ribbon holds her curly hair in place as her beaded eyes follow me intently from behind thick-rimmed glasses.

How many times have we been through this?

She harassing me while I pretend I’m an idiot.

“I thought you’re leaving,” I say dryly.

“I am,” she says, throwing me a disgusted look, her fingers flipping a freshly sharpened pencil.

My eyes drop to the wedding band gracing her ring finger.

Who can love a woman like this?

Pure hatred runs in her blood.

“I just want to remind you that until you close the store, you have to make sure the customers’ calls don’t end up in the voicemail. She doesn’t like that,” Angel says, acting as a surrogate for Candy, our new boss.

I clench my teeth to push back another retort.

I’d gladly give her a piece of my mind, but more than anything else I need this job and the meager paycheck that helps me to survive or rather doesn’t let me die.

“Okay,” I say, looking at her blankly.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out what possesses her to pick on me, day in and day out?

It was like that from the very beginning.

Before I even had the chance to open my mouth and introduce myself or say a thing or two about my life, her mind was already made up.

She’s not much older than me, and she’s not my boss, but somehow she thinks she is. She started working a couple of weeks before me, and yet she behaves as if she owns the store



The ocean breeze sweeps my feet.

Soft as a feather, the wind rolls onto my legs and my back before it trails my backside. It takes me only a mere second to realize I’m naked.

Caught between sleep and awareness, I stretch my arm and tap the mattress behind me, looking for the sheet.

I slide it over my body and let myself fall back to sleep, hoping to steal another hour. The seagulls have a different plan and start a riot on the beach.

I give up on the idea and just lie on the bed with my eyes closed, and my nostrils filled with the ocean scent.

A smell of coffee drifts from nearby. More awareness settles in, a nagging thought coming along with it.

He didn’t sleep in bed with me.

In fact, he hasn’t touched me since that night.

None of them have.

That must be him, and his instructions.

There’s no other explanation. The Night of the Kings, and my brief encounter with Lex wouldn’t have happened either, had he not given them the green light.

Another thought surfaces in my head.

Today is our last day on the island.

My stomach shrinks and my chest tightens with tension. Forget about sleeping. I crack my eyes open.

The wide stretch of glimmering blue water and the silver sand come into view. It’s a windy morning with the sky mostly clear, only a few fluffy clouds chased away by the wind here and there.

I could live and write in a place like this. I wouldn’t need a big house. Nothing like this for sure. A room or two will do. As long as I’d have the beach, the ocean and the crying seagulls my life would be like a dream.

I can envision myself sitting in a wicker chair, sipping margaritas, and plotting away. Knitting stories.

Hmm. That’s a nice thought. I smile for a few moments before I I shake off the fantasy and look around.

The house is eerily quiet. I crawl across the bed, snatch my phone from the nightstand and flip it over.

It’s almost ten.

Propped on my elbows, I scan the beach, looking for them. The shore is empty.

I slide off the bed, wrap the sheet around my body, take a few stairs down and glance around. The water ripples in the pool while the palmetto leaves sway in the wind.

I take a few more steps, the warm sand brushing my feet. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I look up and down the beach.

There’s no sign of them.

Intrigued, I spin around and make the trip back, entering the house.

Chamber after chamber, I get the same feeling. There’s no one else in here but me. In perfect order, the rooms bear no signs of them. The bedroom doors are wide open, the beds untouched as if no one slept in them last night.

I check the closets. They’re empty as well. I dash back to my bedroom, toss the sheet on the bed, pick up my underwear, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and get dressed in a hurry.




Dahlia is a girl who just started building her own path in life. Lex is the man who has it all, except for one thing.

His heart is full of secrets, and his blood is filled with lust, yet no one can tame his fire.

Fate brings them together in more ways than one. He has a taste for mysteries. She has a heart made for love.

Falling for him is the hardest thing she’s ever done.

Satisfying her is the most pleasurable thing he’s ever done.

Will this be the everlasting love?

This is NOT a conventional, linear romance. Expect a bit of a mess, dirty bits, cliffhangers and twists of situations.

This is a New Adult Erotic Romance. 18+ Only.

PLEASE NOTE: Although a standalone, Lex’s story includes spoilers of James’ story since it unfolds in the same world at a later date. If you wish to know the backstory of the Kings, reading James’ story (book 1-3) is highly recommended

Shayne Ford writes NEW ADULT, Erotic Romance, the love stories involving hot-blooded men and adventurous, soulful women. The male cast includes Rock Stars, Billionaires, Bad Boys, Alphas with a heart, and the sweet, strong man you may find next door. The stories are emotional and deliciously hot. Sometimes they’re unconventional, and sometimes they’re a bit dark.

Her Series are epic, layered, character-driven, and have a lot of depth. They are not the typical romance, nor are they formulaic or follow a mold.


Return to Me

Title: Return to Me
Author: Lilly Cain
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Candice Phillips Gilmer, Flirtation Designs
I love living by the water. There’s peace here with the rolling waves of the Atlantic Ocean right outside my window. Some people think I must be crazy, or at least find it lonely, living in my grandmother’s old house in the dunes of Five Island Cove.
But I’m not always alone.
Each year, when the weather warms, the seals return, and so does Cael. He makes me feel wild, like an ocean storm. He’s a man with magic in his soul and I’ll never give that up, no matter what laws we break or who we have to fight.
* * *
I can’t forget Anna. Even though the waves sing to me the song of the selkie, urging me to move on with my people, with my pack, the thought of her and the memories of the way she feels and tastes draw me back. My brothers never remember their human summer lovers, never worry about them when our kin travel to other waters.
I can never stop.
The elders have been watching me though. What will they do when they discover us?
It’s time to take a mate, but I want only my Anna.
But I fear the tide is changing…
Warning: This paranormal romance sizzles! There’s no cold water here, only heat and lots of it. Be prepared to long for a magic selkie of your own and look at seals in a whole new way! 
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep, throaty laugh  and plunging necklines. She is a great lover of all things sensual—perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
All of the above is a bit of silliness. 🙂 Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together) and fights her writing pals for chocolate (true story).
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.

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“What do you think, we go hit the tables after we get done here? Get some practice in?” Connor grinned at her. She couldn’t help but grin back. Her big brother never seemed to run out of enthusiasm when it came to poker. They’d been standing in line for ten minutes, which wasn’t bad, but there were at least a dozen people ahead, waiting to register at The Princess Resort, Las Vegas. She shifted her shoulder bag. The thing weighed a ton, but she wasn’t about to put it down with Connor right beside her. Knowing him, he’d pick it up for her and then demand what made it so blasted heavy.
One manuscript, 347 double-spaced pages of love, lust and happy ending. Her manuscript. The thought made her want to do a little dance, right here in the lobby. Jenn Riley, author.
The line shuffled forward. Although there were three clerks on the hotel registration desk, getting checked in was taking forever. The place was huge, and the signs of the two ongoing events everywhere—the poker tournament she was playing in with her brother and his two friends and the romance writers’ conference taking place in the larger ballrooms and meeting venues. The writers’ conference she planned to secretly attend.
Connor and his friends had no idea she’d agreed to come with them when their fourth had broken a leg at his job, only because she could get to the writers’ con from the poker tourney simply by crossing the hotel lobby. Her brother had teased her mercilessly about her love for romance novels when growing up, and if he heard she’d written one…
She shook her head.
Connor frowned. “What, you jetlagged?”
“Uh, a little. I think I might just chill a little, grab a swim and some time by the pool. Soak up some desert heat,” she murmured distractedly.
Connor sighed but accepted her plan and then rambled on about the tournament, who he thought might be there this year, how tough they were. Like they hadn’t gone over it at home. And at the airport. And on the plane. She stifled a sigh. The team competition worked on points, each player in their own division, and Connor had a hundred strategies, or more, since he had a female player on his team this time and could enter the new division. She liked poker, loved it, really. It was fun and she was good, thus the invite when Connor needed a fourth. But what she wouldn’t give to go over and say hello to the authors gathering near the bar. They had to be authors. All women, gathered in circles, getting glasses of wine and talking about…what? Their new plot? Who had what book coming out next? She wet her lips and shuffled ahead in line.
Minutes later they were registered into adjoining rooms, Jenn in one and Connor in the other. His poker-partner buddies were apparently already checked into their rooms on the floor above. Connor texted them as Jenn watched a large screen to the right of the registration table. Conference information scrolled over the panel. She chewed her lip when she read the registration times for both events. Damn. Nearly the same time for both, and on opposite sides of the hotel. She’d have to catch the late registration for the writers’ conference.
She walked with Connor to the elevator. The noise as they passed the bar was amazing, the place abuzz with what had to be a hundred women, all chatting and laughing, drinks in hand. She let a little wave of jealousy slide through her. If she’d had a little more money, she would have been here on her own instead of with her brother. She’d be in there with those women, meeting and greeting and rubbing shoulders with the authors she read every night. Soon though. After two years of playing with her book, it was done. Her career as a writer was about to begin and her life was about to change.
She dropped off her luggage in the room, nice enough for a hotel this size but she wouldn’t have much time to enjoy it. Then it was off to explore and maybe meet up with the one author she did know at the convention, Nancy Clarke, a seasoned veteran of these events who helped with online pitch classes. It would be nice to finally put a face with the name.
She had more than one plan for the weekend, after all. Excitement zipped through her as she headed back down the elevator and detoured toward the pool. She had to at least say she’d seen it.
This trip was all about changing her life. Starting her writing career, placing high enough in the tournament to win the cash she needed to have the freedom to start her next novel without working.
She watched an older lady in an elegant pantsuit chatting with two younger women in suits near a large pool tent marked with the convention logo. Was that who she thought it was? Her heart beat a little harder. Hello, fangirl moment.
No way was she missing this opportunity.
She strode toward her—the Nora—and almost bumped into a young woman carrying drinks toward the tent. Jenn swerved, fought for balance, lost. At the last second, she threw her bag to the safety of a nearby lounger. It was the least she could do for her literary baby before she ended up in the deep end. 
Unfortunately, she never had learned to swim.
A large, warm hand grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her to the surface. She struggled, a bit desperate to get out of the water, but more so not to drown in front of her idol. Seconds later she was unceremoniously dumped on the tiles beside the pool where she sputtered for a moment before she noticed the hands running over her body and moved to protest. Only she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
She looked up into a gorgeous set of big, blue eyes. Adrian D. Cooper. His serious, concerned expression heated her from cheeks to toes. As usual, he wore a baseball cap, and she fought the urge to flip it off and run her fingers through the dark brown curls underneath.
Dear Lord. Goal number three, alive and breathing. She’d wanted this man forever.  Adrian had been her brother’s best friend since they were all kids, and he never seemed to look at her as anything other than little Jenny, the girl he’d hauled choking out of the pool when she’d gone under at age eight.
Some days she wondered if she’d ever really come back up. His blue eyes had sucked her in, and she’d caught herself drowning in them more than once. She’d fallen in love with him, and although he’d rescued her from the water, he’d never acknowledged the fact she needed more.
“I’m okay.” But she stopped trying to brush his hands aside. Maybe it wasn’t too late for CPR. A little mouth to mouth.
“You sure? Seems like we’ve been here before.”
“Well, we have. Sure we couldn’t have a little kiss like last time?” God. How did she let these things slip out of her mouth? But at least the flirtation had made him smile. So beautiful.
“I don’t think you need resuscitation this time. You seem pretty conscious to me.”
“Yeah.” His gentle put-off hurt a bit, like it always did, but there was a touch of heat in his eyes beyond the amusement. Maybe there was hope.
There was a crowd gathering. Why did this sort of thing always happen to her? When she tried to sit up, he backed off enough to let her. “Just a little surprise dip.”
“You don’t swim.” But he gave her a hand up. And when she shivered, he grabbed a towel from a shelving unit only a few steps away and wrapped her up, his hands gentle.
And if she leaned into him just a little… Was she so weak? Probably.
“Thanks.” Jenn glanced around. Nora was gone—thankfully—but her bag was safe at the side of the pool on the lounger, and she snatched it up. Thank God for small things.
He threw the towel around her shoulders and tried to take the heavy shoulder bag from her.
“I’ve got this, thanks,” she mumbled and hung onto her bag. He, of all people, wasn’t getting his hands on what was inside.
He tugged harder, pulling the weight from her for a moment—determined to be the gentleman, of course, a result of his Southern childhood and one of the things she’d always loved about him. She pulled back, and they wrestled for a moment over the heavy bag until Connor, who she hadn’t noticed standing nearby, broke out in huge guffaw. She and Adrian had had a casual rivalry for years, another topic Connor loved to tease her about. She gave the bag one more tug and settled it on her shoulder, throwing Jenn off balance and nearly knocking into a lady passing by. All she needed was another trip into the pool. Adrian gave her a look and took her elbow, then led her back inside the hotel. She did her best to follow without stumbling.
If he read even a page of her book, he’d know exactly who it was about. And more, he’d see those nights when they’d laid in the grass watching stars as teens in a whole other way. She didn’t want that, not exactly. She’d had years watching him and wanting him, but she wouldn’t change that sweet time a bit. She just wanted…more…now.
The elevator was as packed as the rest of the hotel. She squeezed close to his six-foot-three frame until she could feel the heat coming off him. The soft scent of his cologne, woodsy and masculine, caught her. He looked fantastic yet casual in his jeans and button-down shirt. She, of course, now looked like a drowned rat.
Great. How was she going to reach goal number three when she still reminded him of that eight-year-old girl?
* * *
Damn, she looked good. This was going to be a very long weekend. Her wet clothes clung to her like skin, showing every curve and even the tight points of her… God. He needed to keep his head down and zipper zipped and concentrate on the game. Jenn was not for him. Never mind that she’d somehow not only grown up over the last few years, but she was his type, perfectly. Five-foot-seven or so, and curvy. Straight, dark brown hair, brown eyes and full lips. Mmm, she had an ass he would like to take in his hands and—
“Ooof.” The elbow to his side caught him by surprise.
“Wake up, bud.” Connor laughed at him. “Long flight?”
“Ah, not bad.” The flight in from Nevada had been a lot shorter than theirs from Texas. Jenn had a pretty blush running down her cheeks and neck, across her collarbone. Why again had he promised himself not to touch her?
“Thanks for saving Jenn again. How’s your mom?” Connor’d had a fondness for Adrian’s mother since they’d all grown up on the same street and his mother’s cookies had saved the boys from near teenage starvation. Or at least imagined teenage starvation.
His mom. There was the reason he’d promised he’d keep his distance from Jenn. Right.
The elevator doors opened, and another couple somehow squished on, although they seemed to be headed down rather than up.  Clearly they didn’t give a crap about the tight quarters, but a bead of sweat slipped down the back of his neck as Jenn was forced to press against him, the curves of her ass thankfully resting against his hipbone rather than the rapidly hardening length of his cock. Thank god for the towel between them. All he needed was wet pants, and he’d be right back in high school.
Yup, lots of cold showers ahead.
A moment later, and they were standing in front of her room. She opened her door and they trooped inside. Connor walked over to the adjoining room and opened it. The door to his side was already wide open and he strolled into his room.
“Hmm…?” He’d taken a seat on her bed, where her shoulder bag was making a dent in the thick duvet. What was in that thing, rocks?
“I said, would you mind giving me some alone time? I need to change my clothes and crash for a while.”
Adrian gave her a look. She didn’t look tired. But he never knew with Jenn what she might be up to next. Then again, she might need rest. She’d never tried to get rid of him before. God, had she seen his hard-on? There was a time when she’d wanted him, they’d even shared a kiss before she went off to university, but he’d known better than to act on any impulses around her, and he’d thought she’d understood why. His stomach pitched into his shoes. Her girlish crush had meant more to him than he’d ever let on, maybe even to himself. That she’d wanted him even when he had been a jerk teenage boy had always made him feel better when things were crap in his life at home. But a crush was different than the lust-fest he had going on in his pants. Time to man-up. “All right, if you’re sure you’re okay. But registration starts pretty soon. And Connor wants to get a few warm up rounds in, size up the competition.”
“I know. Not a problem.”
Adrian walked through the door separating the siblings’ rooms. Connor nodded at him. “Ready?”
“Jenn’s not going. She’s gonna rest for a bit.”
“Seriously?” Connor looked incredulous, echoing Adrian’s surprise. Connor shrugged. “Let’s get going, check out the tables.”
Adrian glanced back at Jenn. She’d grabbed her tote bag and was looking at something, not paying any attention to him. Her growing up was for the best. He shut the door and joined Connor in the hallway. They walked together to the elevator and caught a lift down to the lobby. Connor had been his friend for years, their tight bond formed when Adrian had moved with his mother to a house two doors down in the same small town in Texas. They’d needed a fresh start after his father had left them in Alabama with little more than the house mortgage, three months of unpaid bills, and a few hundred bucks in the checking account.
The friendship had lasted after Adrian moved to Nevada for work. Emails, calls and regular visits, plus the poker tourneys kept them from drifting apart like other childhood friends. That, and the fact that Adrian couldn’t help but fall a little in love with their perfect family – mom, dad, sister, brother, and God only knew how many aunts, uncles and cousins. It was only his mom and his younger brother on his family tree. No need to add a father whose family was apparently made of assholes.
The elevator dinged, and they stepped out to the lobby, still crowded with people. The poker tournament took place on the left side of the hotel, in conference rooms managed by the casino half of the business. As they headed in that direction, Connor’s steps grew faster. Adrian grinned. Cards had always been Connor’s thing, while Adrian preferred sports and video games. Jenn had gone for books when she wasn’t goading her brother and her brother’s friends. The girl liked to tease. But to give Connor credit, he’d never shut his sister out and Adrian had enjoyed the time they’d all spent together. With only two years difference in age, Jenn had done her best to keep up with them in sports, and Connor had brought her along on movie nights and to local street parties. She’d fit in, and Adrian had found out she was pretty fun—for a girl.
They headed down the corridor to a second open area with a small bar and coat check. The small foyer split to the left into the main casino with its crashing noise and flashing lights of a few hundred slot machines, or over to the right, where the concert and banquet rooms lay. Since this was their third time at this hotel for the tournament, they knew the way and headed to the tournament rooms to take a look before registering.
As usual, a number of players had arrived early, and impromptu games were set up at several tables. Other, older players stood casually around and studied the hands and faces of those they would soon play against. There was serious money involved; the tournament held pots to be won at several levels. By registering as a group, the four wouldn’t play against each other unless they made it into the final three games, but even if they didn’t get that far, they could win more than enough in various, min tournaments that happened at the same time. The multiple ways to win made the trip worthwhile.
For Adrian, it wasn’t about the money. He had enough, made plenty for his lifestyle and to send home to his mother. She’d never have to work three jobs supporting his brother as she had helping him through school with no help from their deadbeat dad. Now he had a role in a gaming company as a successful marketing advisor. So it wasn’t about the kitty. Adrian came to be with Connor and the other guys. Seeing Jenn was a bonus, even if it was a bit of a strain. He wanted her, but indulging in an affair was out of the question.
What had happened to his mother would never happen to Jenn. She needed more than a few stolen days.
“Check out Brad, over there with the blonde.”
Adrian scanned the room until he caught sight of their fourth group player. He sat at a table near the front of the room with two other players and a house dealer. He had his arm draped over a bored-looking blonde’s shoulder while he gestured with his cards. Brad was another old friend, but he really hadn’t managed to grow up much, from what Adrian could tell. He still chased every woman available.
Adrian laughed. “That’s Zoe Stratton he’s leaning all over. She’s going to wipe his ass with his cards and send him home to mommy.”
“The man has no clue. She’s a professional player, wonder why she bothered to sit in?”
Adrian shrugged. They looked over the crowd, finding a few more players they knew and some of the heavy hitters they’d be lucky to sit with. It was great to be back, talking the game with Connor. Connor lived for the cards, but it was about the game more than the gamble. No betting problems for him. There were more women walking about than usual, probably drawn in by the special women’s only tourney, an idea the casino supported heavily in an attempt to draw in video coverage from the major networks. More women meant more publicity. Jenn would fit right in and kick butt; she was more than a decent player and had beaten him a number of times.
“Shit. They’re opening up registration early. Let me text Jenn.” Connor pulled out his cell and tapped the screen.
“Sorry, sir, no phones in the tournament area.” A security officer had walked over the minute Connor had pulled his cell from his pocket. He grimaced and put the phone away.
Adrian shrugged. “I’ll go text her from the hall. She could be asleep though. She said she needed to crash.” He gave the guard a nod and walked out of the room. Players packed the hall and the small lobby, so he headed for the larger bar near the main lobby and entrance. Might as well kill two birds with one stone and get a couple of bottles of water while he was out.
He’d almost made it through the bar door when a flash of color caught his eye. A lady with a pink suit and a large brimmed hat with a long feather. A bit of overkill, there. But right beside her… He blinked and looked again. Yup, right beside her was the supposedly resting, too-tired-to-go-out Jenn.

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