Recklessly
Ever After
Reckless
Hearts Book 3
by
Heather Van Fleet
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
"Sweet,
funny, romantic and oh so very sexy! Prepare to swoon
mightily."—SAWYER
BENNETT, New
York Times bestselling
author, for Reckless
Hearts
Gavin
St. James
After
the hell I've been through in the Marines—in life—there's nothing
I crave more than routine, stability, peace. Until McKenna Brewer
walks into my life.
She's
impulsive, fiery, tempting as hell, and everything I don't need. But
when she offers me a night of no-strings-attached passion, I can't
resist.
When
our night together has unexpected consequences, I can't help but
think this might be the perfect opportunity to show McKenna just how
much I want her.
The
only problem? She doesn't do forevers. But forever is exactly what I
need with her.
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With a couple of nineties rom-coms tucked
inside my purse, under my arm, and a fresh carton of Ben & Jerry’s in a bag hanging off my forearm, buried in
the bottom of my purse, I was determined to make up for lost time.
I knocked twice, like always. Once to make
my presence known, and the next to make sure Max wasn’t in there screwing one
of his many flavors—though I didn’t see his car either. Unlike every other time
I’d stopped by, nobody answered…at least at first. But then I heard it—a grunt,
followed by a, fuck me and then an, I’m coming, hold on.
“Oh, God.” I took a step back, looking over
my shoulder toward the driveway, more than ready to run.
No, no, no. I knew that voice.
There was no time to escape, though,
because a second later he was there. And quite frankly, my legs weren’t capable
of moving, either. Because the moment that door whipped open and I saw him
standing there, I was screwed with a capital S.
“McKenna…” He said my name on an exhale,
while his hypnotic green eyes raked over me in one long, agonizing swoop. His
cheeks grew bright red—making him look bashful and, adorable, not the tough-
guy like his friends tried to be. When he bowed his head, I took a second to
look him over too, frowning when I noted a clump of black sticky, gooey stuff
clinging to the ends of his lashes, and a smearing of something shiny and red
on the corners of his lips and clinging to his beard.
“H-hi.” I cleared my throat, attempting to
remember why I was there in the first place. His The intensity emitting from
this man tended to make me forget pretty
much everything.
“What are you doing here?” He folded his
arms over his massive chest. The same chest I’d touched… The same chest I’d
kissed…
I blinked. “Where’s Addie?”
He frowned and that beard of his shifted,
conforming with the movements of his jaw. “Grocery store. She asked me to watch
Chloe for half an hour.”
“You? Watch Chloe?” I snorted.
“Yeah. Me.” His eyebrows drew together as
he propped one hand against the door frame, a dare in his words that said, challenge me, and you will lose.
Except I highly doubted this man could ever
beat me in a match of wits. Regardless, he did have me mesmerized, like as
always. His hotness, his coyness, the vulnerability I knew he embodied… Total.
Human. Catnip.
I swallowed, watching his forearm flex.
Gavin was humongous in every sense of the word. I may might have been a little
tipsy when we’d had sex, but the delicious soreness between my legs the next
morning proved that big was so very worth it.
My face grew hot at the memory, my mouth
opening and closing like a dunce’s. Who was I? Where was I? And why the hell
did I have an unexplainable urge to drop to my knees before him?
Because
you like him.
I held my chin up high, ignoring my inner
voice yet again. “Mind if I come in and make sure you didn’t tie the tyke up?”
Without waiting for a response, I ducked under his outstretched arm, holding my
breath as I did. Unfortunately, the air in my lungs did little to block the
heavenly, masculine smell he emitted. Spice, pine, soap… The combination made
my lady parts tingle and my head spin in remembrance.
I didn’t do men for more than a night. Not
anymore. Not since Penis-head Head Paul. So, what was my issue? One and done,
that’s the way it was supposed to be. Not third time’s a charm, damn it.
Ignoring his are-you-kidding-me-expression,
I headed into the living room, finding the coffee table filled with all things
princess. Crowns, feather boas, fake earrings, and… “Is that makeup?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, give me a
second, would ya?”
I grinned at him, watching, yet again, as
he bowed his head—this time rubbing at the clingy black goo on his eyes and,
yes, the red lipstick on his beard.
Oh. My. God.
He’d let the kid put it on him?
Be
still, my beating heart.
“Sure. Take your time.” My lips twitched as
I watched him rush down the hall. The bathroom door shut a second later,
followed by an explicit amount of cursing as the water began to run. I giggled,
knowing exactly what he was doing. Washing it off.
Something tugged on the leg of my pants,
forcing me to look down. I couldn’t help but smile wider when I found the
little lady that who had enamored my bestie—and maybe even myself—standing at
my feet.
Chloe was dressed in jammies, yet she wore
a fancy crown with and that the same red lipstick and black mascara as that
Gavin had on his face, painted mostly on her chin and cheeks.
“Hey, kiddo.” I crouched down in front of
her, touching her shoulder. “Are you having fun with Uncle Gavin?”
She nodded wildly, her eyes bright and blue
like her daddy’s. She pressed her tiny hands over her mouth a second later and
giggled, looking over my shoulder. I stood and turned, finding Gavin shirtless,
and using his T-shirt to dry his face, the abs of that gloriously, flat stomach
making my throat run dry.
My knees grew weak at the image, and I
plopped onto the edge of the chair, trying to curb the shaking in my hands.
Jesus, I needed to get it myself together.
“Beaner. Grab your pretty princess stuff
and put it back in the bag before Addie gets home, okay? Remember our secret?
No telling her about the make-up .”
Chloe nodded quickly, hauling the stuff up
into her arms.
With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth,
I watched him sit on the coffee table in front of her, holding out the bag. As
a team, they piled up all the stuff and stowed it in the bag Gavin was holding.
Seconds later, Chloe ran down the hall, her feet pattering against the floor.
I looked at his lap, briefly scanning his
long legs tucked under a pair of mesh basketball shorts. They came just above
the knee and were navy blue, the letters USMC were written along the edge. And
like as if it called was calling to me, I saw the outline of his erection,
growing harder with every blink of my eyes.
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
“Um…” Sweet
Jesus, yes! Yes, please!
“You keep staring at my shorts.”
“Oh, uhm, no. I was just…” I looked away
and nibbled on my lip, the temptation far too…tempting. If I sat on his lap,
then I might not be able to get off so easily this time. Not just in the sexual
sense either—though Gavin was very skilled at making a lady come—but in the
emotional sense too. Because, well, I wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be, and
being in his arms was something I’d vowed not to do again. Mainly because I’d
liked it so much.
The
Right Kind of Reckless
Reckless
Hearts Book 2
Maxwell
Martinez
I'm
in love with a woman I can't have, and there's absolutely nothing I
can do to stop myself from falling.
The problem? Her
brother's my best friend.
I
shouldn't want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code.
Not when I've never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a
night.
But
one look into her eyes and I'm a mess for her. She's my everything.
And I have to walk away with nothing.
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Hearts
Reckless
Hearts Book 1
COLLIN
MONTGOMERY
Between
boot camp and two TOD's in Iraq, my buddies Max, Gavin and me have
been through some serious hell. So the last thing I ever expected was
to find the biggest challenge of my life back home.
My
girlfriend died. I couldn't even attend her funeral, let alone tell
her goodbye or that I'm sorry I wasn't there like I should've been.
But
she left me a gift. The best and scariest one I could've ever asked
for. One I didn't think I could handle...until the day I saw her tiny
blues looking up at me in that airport. Chloe.
Now
here I am, raising my baby girl-with the help of my two best friends.
Things couldn't be better. Until she walked into my life.
All
I wanted was a nanny. Someone to take care of my girl when I
couldn't. What I didn't count on was Addison, the brown-eyed
temptress with a body of sin, and everything I didn't need, but
suddenly wanted.
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Heather
Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur.
She's a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little
girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in
her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.
Heather
graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree
and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years.
She's represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.
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2 comments:
Thank you a million for hosting me today!
I love the covers. The guys are gorgeous.
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