Sex On The Seats (Love After Midnight Book 4)
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But teasing abounded, along with love and even more laughter.
Still in Archer’s arms, I smiled up at him, at the man I loved, so blissfully happy I could barely breathe.
This moment wasn’t perfect.
I wasn’t perfect.
Our relationship, our love wouldn’t be perfect either.
But it was perfectly imperfect for us.
And that was enough.
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Love After Midnight
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Virgin Daiquiri
On The Rocks
Sex On The Seats
Love After Midnight
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Rum And Notes
Book 1
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Brooke
“Want a fresh one?”
My eyes flew up from the glass to meet Kace’s.
“Um,” I murmured. “Sure. But can you add a little rum?”
A flash of white teeth. “All done, then?” He leaned toward me, resting his forearms on the bar, the long sleeves of his shirt riding up to reveal just the edge of a tattoo. I’d seen the whole tat before. On Day 36. He’d worn short sleeves for a change, a bone thrown to the unseasonably hot weather that day, and suddenly my hero had gotten tattoos, beautiful swirling lines crawling along his skin, sweeping around and up his forearms, twisting together and disappearing under the cotton of his short sleeves, tempting a woman to trace them with her tongue.
No.
My heroine’s tongue.
Fantasy was fine, so long as I kept it between the pages.
I bit my bottom lip until the mental image faded, kept my tongue firmly in my mouth, and nodded at Kace.
He rapped his knuckles against the counter once, reciprocated my nod, then snagged my glass and turned away, dumping the contents, adding ice, rum, then soda before coming back over to me. He plunked the drink on the bar, but when I went to reach for it, he rested his hand on mine. “What are you working on so diligently?” he asked, and the contact, paired with his eyes locked on mine, stole my breath.
“Wh-what?”
His response was to release my hand, and while I was mourning the loss of his touch, he grabbed my computer, spun it to face him, and opened it.
“No—”
But it was too late.
It was open, the screen lighting up, illuminating his sharp but beautiful features, and he was reading.
Oh fuck, he was reading!
I made a mad grab for the laptop, but he swept it off the bar, lifting it in the air and continuing to read. My computer obscured most of his face, but not his eyebrows. Those brows kept rising until they were tight sideways C’s on his forehead, well above the edge of my screen.
Then he lowered the laptop and stared at me.
“This is what you’ve been writing?”
In fairness, he’d caught me in the middle of a hot scene, made hotter because he’d been my inspiration for it.
A fact he seemed to understand when his eyes met mine. “Jace?”
I coughed. “It’s a common name.”
“Blue eyes?” He glanced back at the screen. “Tats? Brown hair?”
“Not an uncommon combination.” I picked up my glass, drained it, eyes watering against the burn.
“A scar on the right side of his bottom lip?” he asked, putting my laptop down.
Okay, now was the time for running.
Something I normally abhorred, but in this case, it was critical. I snatched up my computer, reached into my wallet and pulled out some cash, and tossed it on the bar.
Then I jumped off the stool and ran.
—Rum And Notes (books2read.com/RumAndNotes)
Virgin Daiquiri
Book 2
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Brent
Fuck. Someone needed to save this woman from herself.
That someone couldn’t be me.
But that still didn’t stop me from snagging her arm and rotating her to face me. “You live near the city now. You have to be smart.” Her lips parted again, probably to tell me she was smart, but I kept talking. “Street smart. You can’t tell strange men you live alone or invite them back to your place.”
“Fine,” she said.
“Fine,” I agreed.
But I didn’t let her go.
Her eyes flicked over my shoulder, to the ceiling, and my gaze followed hers, half-expecting to see a giant spider dangling there.
Instead, I saw mistletoe.
I glanced back down. She licked her lips.
And suddenly, I knew she was thinking the same thing as me. Warm bodies pressed together, lips only inches apart, heat filling the space, and a kiss-inducing plant overhead.
“Mistletoe,” she whispered and licked her lips again.
Just one taste.
I could give myself that.
I bent my head and slanted my mouth across hers.
—Virgin Daiquiri (books2read.com/VirginDaiquiri)
On the Rocks
Book 3
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Anabelle
“Don’t.”
I stopped mid-bend at the male voice.
“I’ve got it.”
Tall. Really tall. Dark hair with a reddish tint. Olive skin. Bright blue eyes. And, oh NBD, maybe also the most handsome man I’d ever met.
I swallowed hard then frowned when he reached past me to close the door.
Then frowned harder when he rang the doorbell.
“Um,” I began, wanting to ask him what in the ever-loving-fuck he was doing. But the doorbell had been rung and footsteps approached, and the wooden panel swung back open to reveal Brooke standing on the threshold, smile wide. “Did you forget something, An . . . a . . . belle?”
The smile faded from Brooke’s face.
Her olive skin went pale.
Her eyes widened. Her eyes . . . that were the same shape as those of the man towering over me on the porch.
Kace came up behind her. “Everything okay—”
Brooke didn’t answer him, just reached a hand out as though she expected to encounter a ghost, her voice shaking when she spoke.
“Hayden?”
—On the Rocks—www.books2read.com/ontherocksef
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Bad Night Stand
Bad Breakup
Bad Husband
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Bad Divorce
Bad Fiancé
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Bad Wedding
Bad Engagement
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Breakout
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Broken (May 24th, 2021)
KTS Series
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Crossing The Line
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Love, Action, Camera (all stand alone)
Dotted Line
Action Shot
Close-Up
End Scene
Meet Cute
Love After Midnight (all stand alone)
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Virgin Daiquiri
On The Rocks
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Hot Mess
Dumpster Fire
Clusterf*@k (August 16th, 2021)
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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.