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Will Max Love Again?
An excerpt from Orientation
A knock sounded behind me, and then, "Is this a bad time?"
Oh my god. I dropped my hands and jerked out of my chair with a force that sent it crashing into a tower of stacked soccer nets. They skittered to the side, knocking over a pillar of orange safety cones and a bag of softballs, sending both straight for Jory's head.
"What is wrong with me?" I panted, diving in front of him to snatch the bag and steady the cones before they flattened him on the floor. I gained control of the equipment before it could do any damage, but I'd also shaved a few years off my life.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." Jory folded his lips together and blinked away from me. "Thanks for intervening, though. You've got some reflexes."
I settled my hands on my waist and blew out a ragged breath. "I didn't hear anything you just said because I'm still reliving the moment when a sack of softballs went flying toward your head."
Orientation arrives September 15!
An Excerpt from Underneath It All
If you’re ready to see where it all started, you’ll love Matt and Lauren in Underneath It All. Enjoy this excerpt!
Fog wafted over Atlantic Avenue as Matthew and I embarked on the short walk to his building. Dipping my toes in the coupled pond—even if it was just for tonight—was wonderfully satisfying. I expected some relief from the constant fix-up attempts, but I never expected to feel so whole, so completely and thoroughly myself standing next to Matthew. But for every ounce of satisfaction, there was an equal amount of hesitation.
"I like your friends." Matthew shrugged, and he couldn't hold back a smug smile.
While most of my friends expressed some appreciation for the beauty that was Matthew Walsh, only Elsie set my teeth on edge. She went in for the hug instead of the handshake, and wrapped her hands around his bicep while she talked about some remodeling she and her husband, Kent, were considering.
I had no business being possessive or territorial or even jealous, but I was. At this moment, Matthew was with me, and she was a little too grabby for my liking.
I rolled my eyes. "My friends liked you, all right. They wanted to drag you out back and take turns on you. Do you always have that effect on married women?"
Matthew stopped in front of the marina outside his building and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his face taking on a happy, serene quality that seemed unusual for him. "Marry me and find out."
"For the love of tiny purple ponies, Matthew."
I laughed and pushed out of his arms. If I didn't get out of these shoes soon, I was taking them off and walking down the street barefoot. According to the Commodore, that was the best way to pick up gangrene and lose a foot, and a girl needed both feet and all ten toes. He was also fundamentally opposed to my heels (too difficult to flee when the situation demanded it), necklaces (an invitation for strangulation), and long hair (something else attackers could grab).
"Is that a yes?"
"You really are a caveman," I said. "I'm tired, I'm cold, my feet hurt, I have to pee, and I want to be out of this dress and eating this cake"—I held up the leftovers from the party—"in the next ten minutes, and we agreed to drinks."
"And my cock in your mouth." He stretched his arm and peered at his watch. He nodded, and said, "By the way: when will that be starting?"
"Sometime after I change and go to the bathroom. And I really do want this cake."
He sighed. "Then we need to talk about citrus fruit."
Grabbing his hand, I towed him inside. "I'm not even going to ask what that means, Matthew."
He leaned against the elevator walls and crossed his arms, his brows pinched in thought. He didn't speak again until we reached his floor. "But I'm a little wounded you turned down my proposal. That shit was heartfelt."
Underneath It All is available now!
One hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything.
Meet Lauren Halsted.
It's all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.
After I fell ass-over-elbow into Matthew Walsh's arms.
Meet Matthew Walsh.
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count. She wasn't letting anyone tell her what to do.
Unless, of course, she was naked.
Also By Kate Canterbary
Benchmarks (Bayside School) Series
Professional Development — Drew and Tara
Orientation — Coming September 2020 — Jory and Max
The Santillians
The Magnolia Chronicles
Boss in the Bedsheets — Ash and Zelda
Walsh Series Spinoff Standalone Novels
Coastal Elite — Jordan and April
Before Girl — Cal and Stella
Missing In Action — Wes and Tom
The Walsh Series
Underneath It All – Matt and Lauren
The Space Between – Patrick and Andy
Necessary Restorations – Sam and Tiel
The Cornerstone – Shannon and Will
Restored — Sam and Tiel
The Spire — Erin and Nick
Preservation — Riley and Alexandra
Thresholds — The Walsh Family
Talbott’s Cove
Fresh Catch — Owen and Cole
Hard Pressed — Jackson and Annette
Far Cry — Brooke and JJ
Rough Sketch — Gus and Neera
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About Kate
USA Today Bestseller Kate Canterbary writes smart, steamy contemporary romances loaded with heat, heart, and happy ever afters. Kate lives on the New England coast with her husband and daughter.
You can find Kate at www.katecanterbary.com
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