The Setup by Meghan Quinn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Releasing: September 10, 2020
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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
A GUY WALKS
INTO MY BAR by Lauren Blakely
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Blurb:
A sexy, passionate, utterly addictive standalone MM
romance from #1 NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely!
Every bartender should follow one simple rule—don't go
home with the customers.
That’s been easy for me to stick to, until the night a
cocky, confident, and sinfully charming hockey star walks into my bar. This
sexy athlete is too hard to resist, especially when he makes it clear how much
he wants the “sarcastic, witty, hot AF” guy behind the bar—also known as me.
Still, I’m not keen on breaking my own rules since I know
where that can lead—no place good.
But when that man makes his case with one bone-searing
kiss on the streets of London, I throw resistance out the window.
What could go wrong with a hot, dirty, no-strings-attached
fling before he leaves town in five days?
Trouble is, soon our nights together lead to days, to long
conversations, to getting to know each other, and to something I never
expected—falling ridiculously hard for a man who’s getting on a plane to
America when I live a world away.
My life is here. His is there. And no amount of falling or
feeling will change that one big problem.
Warning: contains hot hotel sex, loads of
dirty talk, PDA all over London, and two sexy, witty, charming alpha heroes…
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USA Today bestselling author Meghan
Quinn brings more humor and heart with the fourth novel of her Getting Lucky
series: a story about breaking curses and finally finding that swoony feeling.
I'm single . . . so single it's
painful.
Yup, ladies, Brig Knightly--that's
me--is still a lonely bachelor, stumbling through the streets of Port Snow,
looking for the girl he's supposed to end up with.
That is until my brother, Rogan,
presents me with the opportunity of a lifetime. The Summer of Love, a secret
pen pal program in Port Snow is looking for applicants and I'm the perfect fit.
I couldn't sign up fast enough.
I found myself quickly falling in
love with a pair of red lips at the bottom of a letter. Just like in the movies
. . .
Life could not have been better,
that was until I started hanging out with Ruth Barber. Starting a new business
right next to my shop, I found myself gravitating toward her. Her smile, her
humor . . . her tea sandwiches.
My attraction for Ruth came in full
force, leaving me dazed, confused, and *ahem* excited.
As new feelings for two women come
to a screeching halt, I have to figure out who to choose. But when I discover
my pen pal is Ruth, it might be too late.
All I want in life is to experience
that swoony feeling . . . but I think I might have just missed my chance.
PROLOGUE:
**BRIG**
Hands stuffed in my pockets, I look
at Reid while nibbling on the corner of my lip. “But—”
“Brig, I swear to God,” Reid says, dragging his hand down his face while we
make our way past Jackson Square, toward Café Du Monde. “Do not ask about your
penis turning green one more goddamn time. We all looked at it. It’s flesh
colored. Any signs of green you might have seen was from the shit lighting in
the bathroom. Now, drop it.”
“Yeah, okay,” I sigh, even though I don’t feel convinced.
Something happened last night.
Something terrifying.
Something that has left me shaking in my shoes—because I don’t wear
boots—wanting to rip my pants down repeatedly to make sure things are still
intact.
Two days ago, I turned twenty-one, and to celebrate the youngest Knightly’s
freedom to hold a beer in his hand legally, my three brothers took me to New
Orleans to party in style. And we did . . . up until last night, when the
depths of hell tried to swallow us all whole.
Mom warned us, saying, “Don’t get into any trouble.”
My dad slapped the back of our heads before we left and told us to use our
brains.
Even our sister, the oldest and wisest of the Knightly children, stared us in
the eyes and told us not to do anything stupid.
And yet, we failed all of them.
Have you ever been to New Orleans? Neither had I, but I’d heard great things
about the place. Drinking in the streets and peekaboo boobs on every corner.
Beignets and rice and beans.
Scandalous fun.
Sounded like a great time.
But after doing extensive research before the trip—I like to plan ahead—the one
thing I wanted to avoid, the one thing that made me extremely nervous, was the
voodoo magic prevalent on the grimy cobblestone streets.
You know what I’m talking about. The dark stuff, the chilling life-altering
spells that can change you as a man . . . as a human.
*Whispers* Black magic . . .
We did a great job avoiding any and all scary things, until last night, when I
inadvertently ran smack dab into the palms of evil.
Shocking news: I was drunk. I couldn’t tell if I was walking on cobblestone
streets last night or lobster rolls—that’s how far gone I was—so when I
stumbled over a palm reader’s table and broke it, I wasn’t exactly aware of the
severity of my mistake.
She roared with displeasure.
Her eyes tore through me with veritable hatred that shook me to the tip of my
dick.
And her gangly fingers rattled while she spoke vehemently.
Terrified out of my wits, I held up my palm while my brothers tossed her twenty
bucks and asked her to read it.
I wish I could remember what she said.
The future she spoke of is all a blur at this point. Pretty sure she said
something about how incredibly handsome I am and how I outshine my brothers
with the curves of my jaw, but I can’t be quite sure. The boys deny that part
of the story, but they don’t deny the stark hatred that spit like venom from
the petrifying woman’s mouth.
My brothers, of course, didn’t make the situation any better by making fun of
her predictions. They actually sparked the flame that set the fire. I might be
telling this wrong—you know, completely wasted and all—but the moment the palm
reader turned an evil shade of hate, I felt every ounce of fun-loving booze
seep from the bottom of my feet and out into the streets, sobering me up to the
point of understanding.
In a whirlwind of vengeful movements, her arms waved about, the wind swirled
around us, trash from the streets danced around my jean-covered legs, and the
palm reader’s eyes turned yellow—I confirmed that fact with all three brothers
this morning.
Indeed, her eyes were yellow.
And then she said something I will never forget . . .
This wretch of a wench cloaked in the devil’s garb took our fate into her own
hands and punished us with broken love.
Broken.
Love.
If you know me at all, you’d know that would cut deep to my very being.
Then Reid said something about her telling us our dicks were going to fall off
or turn green; can’t be sure, because I was stunned. Stunned with the notion
that my entire life goal of getting married and becoming a doting husband was
quickly stripped from my soul and set into blazing embers, never to be seen
again.
The miscreant cursed the one thing I strive for as a man . . . that swoony
feeling of being wrapped up in a warm, safe relationship with a woman.
And I can’t shake it.
No matter what my brothers say, no matter how many times they tell me to drop
it, I keep worrying. I keep remembering the whirl of evil that was cast upon
us. I keep trying to decode the meaning of it all.
Are we truly cursed?
“There’s a table over there,” Griffin, my oldest brother, says, making a
beeline toward the back corner of the incredibly busy beignet-making icon. We
came here for their famous beignets when we first arrived and decided to
indulge one more time.
We catch a flight to Port Snow this afternoon and before we get back to our
gossip-loving town, I want to set some things straight.
Taking seats, we quickly put in an order for beignets and a café au lait each,
and when the waitress leaves, I say, “Can we talk about last night?”
Reid groans and slouches in his chair. He’s in a shit mood, and I’m not sure if
it’s from the phone call he got last night that he’s not talking about or if
it’s because he’s hung over. Maybe a combo of both. “Can we not?”
“Aren’t you worried?” I ask, looking around at my brothers. I can’t possibly be
the only one who’s concerned here.
But it seems like I might be.
Griffin is texting. His wife, I’m sure.
Rogan is staring at the trifold menu on the table.
And Reid is rubbing his eyes with his palms, looking like he wants to be
anywhere but here.
“Uh, hello? Do you guys not remember what happened last night? The whole
alarming witch in a cloak thing, waving her dangly bone fingers at us.
Table-breaking, palm-reading curses being flung about like beads off a balcony?
Ring a bell?”
Griffin sets his phone down and lets out a deep breath. His tone is the even,
oldest-brother sensible voice. “We were drunk last night, Brig.”
“Yeah, we were, but it doesn’t negate the fact that we all woke up with the
same story this morning. She cursed us. You’re telling me none of you are
concerned?” I glance around to all three pairs of blue eyes, the same blue eyes
I share, and none of them are returning the look. Which tells me they’re not
willing to admit they’re just as scared as I am.
I poke Rogan in the side. “Hello, are you listening?”
“Trying not to,” he says, his fingers pressing to his left eye. “Fuck, my head
is pounding.” Rogan is my second oldest brother, the quiet and annoyed one.
He’s had a rough go at life and barely cracks a smile anymore. He’s more
interested in punishing himself for the decisions he’s made in the past than in
parting the dark cloud that hangs over his head so he can experience the world.
As a retired football player, if pushed too hard, he’s been known to fight
back. I think I’ll pass on leaning on him now.
“Griff.” I turn to the reasonable one in the group. “You saw it all, the way
she spouted off that little limerick about broken love. She came up with that
out of nowhere. It rhymed and everything. Who does that? Who wishes broken love
on unsuspecting tourists? Frankly, it’s fucked up.”
The waitress drops off our food and drinks. We give her a mumbled thank you
before she takes off to serve another table in the busy outdoor seating area.
Mouth full of beignet and powdered sugar coating his lips, Griffin says, “If
she was half the palm reader she said she was, then she would have known that I
was already married and this curse she set upon us was flawed. Yeah, was it
strange that there was wind whipping around when she raised her arms—”
“The wind was weird,” Rogan says.
“Wind freaked me out,” Reid grumbles while bringing his coffee up to his lips.
“Now you chime in,” I say with an eye roll.
“Can I finish?” Griff asks, sounding annoyed. We all silence ourselves with
bites into our beignets. “The wind was a strange coincidence, but I also think
she was deranged. There’s no merit to what she said, and I think we would waste
time thinking about it anymore than we have. Let’s just enjoy breakfast and
then get the hell out of here.”
“Agreed,” Rogan says.
“Yeah,” Reid murmurs.
“But—”
They all shoot me a death glare, and I snap my mouth shut.
I’m outnumbered, and even if I try to press it, they’re not going to change
their minds. They’re chalking this experience up to what seems like a drunken
it-was-all-an-illusion-we’ll-soon-forget night.
But just a quick glance around the table, and I don’t buy it.
Worried brows.
Keeping to themselves.
Shifty eyes.
They’re thinking about it just as much as I am.
Listen to me, to the words I have spoken.
From this day on, your love will be broken.
It isn’t until your minds have matured
That the weight of this curse will forever be cured.
Might not seem like a big deal, but I have a bad feeling our worlds are about
to be flipped upside down.
And boy, were our lives flipped.
Griffin lost his wife.
Rogan’s high school sweetheart re-emerged with a vengeance.
Reid’s restaurant, his pride and joy, was stolen from him.
And me . . . well, I haven’t been in a relationship since the fateful day when
my taut and beautiful ass tumbled over a palm reader’s table. Just bad luck?
That everything good, everything we loved was taken away from us?
No.
It was the curse, but surely things would improve on their own. Wouldn’t they?
From this day on, your love will be broken.
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Blaire Gibson knows better than to have one-night stands.
She prides herself on her decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just talking.
Holt Mason doesn’t need to justify anything to anyone.
He wants Blaire. He pursues Blaire. And he gets Blaire because that’s how his life works.
Until it doesn’t.
What begins as a single night in a hotel room spirals into an unusual agreement. As late nights provide the space to trade secrets and walls come tumbling down, more is shared than just pillow talk.
They both should’ve known better. They should’ve shown restraint. Because when guards are dropped, hearts get hurt.
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When her past collides with my desired future, can I risk everything and dare Masey to stay with me forever?
More Than Dare You, an all-new must-read single dad romance with all the heat from New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black, is available now!
I dared her to spend a hot, no-strings night with me. Now I’m determined to keep her forever.
I’m Trace Weston, recently reformed womanizer. In the blink of an eye, I went from busy bachelor to full-time single dad. My life was already complicated before my sister-in-law asked me to show off my bedroom skills to her bestie, who’s wanting to experience real pleasure now that her one-and-only long-term relationship is over. Gorgeous Masey Garrett isn’t my “usual.” She’s shy, sassy, driven, and incredibly kind. Suddenly I’m falling fast…but she’s only mine for a night.
What’s a former player to do? Change the rules.
Now she’s under my roof night after night, letting me into her body and her life. Her heart? Not so much. She loves my newborn son. Me? I can’t tell. I’m pulling out all the stops to win her over, but she’s not taking me seriously. Other than passion, how can I reach her? Every attempt only pulls me deeper under her spell. Sure, I could drop an L bomb…except that once imploded my heart. But when her past collides with my desired future, can I risk everything and dare Masey to stay with me forever?
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Excerpt:
“Let’s just let it happen.”
“I’ve never been good at that.”
Because she’s never had the chance; Thom didn’t make it possible. I have a feeling that she’s tried to fantasize her way into the experience she wanted with her ex—and failed. Her anxiety is an unspoken ache bleeding between us. I feel her wondering… What will she do if I can’t give her what she craves? If she’s not capable of feeling real pleasure and she has to face the fact she’s been blaming her ex all this time?
And underneath her worries lies a yearning I can’t resist. Not for me specifically…but if I do everything right, is there any chance it could be? Is it at all possible she wakes up tomorrow and wants me to stay longer?
What the… Why am I thinking this shit? She’s only here for a couple of weeks while she puts her ex behind her enough to date her new neighbor. Masey and I have nothing beyond tonight. I need to remember that.
But she’s in my head and under my skin. Sure, I’m attracted. But this is…different.
It feels like more.
“I have no doubt you’re better than you think,” I finally say as I cradle her cheek and slowly slide my fingers around her nape, curling the tips along the soft column. “But let me help you. Tonight, tell me everything you think. If something I do feels good, say so. If it doesn’t, I want to hear that, too.”
She licks her lips again, and at the thought of her tongue on my skin, I feel my knees start to buckle. “You do?”
Masey breathes the question like she’s not sure whether to believe me. I do my best to give her a reassuring smile when what I really want is to strip her bare, kiss her breathless, then rake my lips all over her body and focus on the parts that will make her sigh and moan and ultimately scream.
“Yeah.”
“You won’t feel criticized?”
“Positive.”
“All right. I will.”
“Good. Last chance.”
“To back out?” She shakes her head. “No. I-I want this.”
“This?” I know what she’s getting at. I have every intention of being the most accommodating lover she’s ever imagined. But I’m going to be an absolute bastard about one thing: she can’t just want sex. I’ve hardly touched her and I already know that’s not enough for me anymore.
“I want you,” she admits softly, sending my triumph spiking. “It feels incredibly intimate to admit that. I barely know you and I already want you so much I don’t understand…”
My fingers tighten on her nape as I start to lean in. “Same, honey. I want you, too. Now stop talking so I can kiss you.”
She braces herself by clutching my shoulders. Her palms are like ghosts, barely whispering over my shirt. But her fingers dig into me, as if she can’t quite keep her anxiety and her need to herself. “Oh, god.”
“It’s going to be good, Masey. I promise.”
I have no doubt about that.
She stops breathing again. Her eyes slide shut. She tilts her face up to me. Without her heels, she’s a tiny thing. I bend closer, closer, watching her lips softly purse.
My heart chugs. My blood races through my veins, searing muscle and skin. My cock, which has been hard since we met, turns unbearably stony as I inhale her scent. The beach clings to her—salt and wind and something sweet that’s purely her.
What if I’ve been looking at the wrong kind of woman my whole life? What if everything I’ve been seeking is now right in front of me?
Shayla Black wrote a fantastic book. I loved Masey and Trace's story and was unable to put this book down from start to finish. This is a must read book and I eagerly await the next book from this fantastic author.
About Shayla
Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of nearly eighty novels. For over twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
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