Secrets. Trust. Courage. Who
will knuckle under first—the war hero? The spirited single mom? Or the former
high school bully who still hates them both?
war hero Michael Jarvis returns to his hometown on the shores of Lake Superior,
he doesn’t plan to stay—he’s undercover, investigating a possible sex
trafficking ring operating on the Great Lakes. But he does want to sample the
pesky girl next door he always turned down—and it wouldn’t hurt if she’d clear
up a few mysteries of her own.
established as an interior house painter, Brenda Tower finally has her act
together as a single mom—but it hangs by a thread, a secret she’ll guard with
her life. The return of her youthful crush Michael Jarvis threatens to unravel
has inflamed Brett Hill’s hatred of Michael and Brenda for as long as he can
remember. Revenge will be so sweet—and it will fit in perfectly with his high
the secrets break open, can Michael and Brenda find the courage to trust each
other, or will revenge and betrayal triumph?
Ignoring the catch in her voice, Brenda asked, “Did you
really tell Tommy you’d help him with his pitching?”
Michael’s eyes lit up. “Ah, he remembered. I wasn’t sure he
would. I did tell him once that if I moved back here, I might give him some
“Why did you even suggest such a thing? You obviously know
the rumors. So does Tommy.” She gulped and curled her fingers into fists. “He
thinks you’re his father. He wants you to be his father.”
Sitting back in the booth as if she’d slapped him, he eyed
her cautiously. “And that’s my fault? I’ve only seen him a few times. When we
did have that conversation, he was having a bad day. He’d been ragged on by his
peers for throwing like a girl. He’d been crying, for God’s sake. I just
stumbled into him near the park as he was coming home from school. He knew who
I was. I knew who he was. So we talked. I didn’t think that was a crime.”
The pain on Michael’s face made Brenda wince. “I didn’t mean
it that way. I doubt you’d do anything to hurt a little boy, but…but Tommy
thinks you’re a hero. He’s eager to have you as a friend.”
Michael shrugged. “Sounds like the boy is more eager than
“Damn. Do you have to twist everything I’m trying to say?”
She clenched her fingers around the stein she’d hardly touched since sitting
“Sorry,” he said softly. “Maybe we could start over. You
were going to tell me why you selected me as Tommy’s father. There must’ve been
plenty of others to choose from.”
“That hurts.” She shook her head. “Don’t apologize. I
deserved that. We both know I was quite active sexually before Tommy was born.”
She shrugged. “You made the most sense. You weren’t around to protest, and
folks in town thought we’d been together off and on since I reached puberty,
“So much for folks in town.”
“Right. Anyway. I wasn’t going to leave that line on the
birth certificate blank. You were convenient. You were out of the country. I
imagine I thought you might never find out.” She fought back tears, remembering
filling out the necessary forms two days after Tommy was born. “And you were my
“I won’t deny that. For all the misery you caused me, there
were plenty of times you stood by me when the chips were down. So I was
convenient.” Michael raked his fingers through his hair. “You can tell me it’s
none of my business, but I have to ask. Do you know who is Tommy’s actual
Brenda gulped for air, nodded, and ignored the tears
suddenly brimming in her eyes. “Yes,” she squeaked. “But I won’t tell you.”
“I wasn’t asking you to, but at least I know you’re not just
protecting Tommy―you’re also protecting his father.”
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Shelton thought her boyfriend was too good to be true. Her best friend's
brother? A guy who loved antiquing? Who cuddled on the couch while watching
foodie YouTube clips and talking about artisanal spices? Who helped her
accessorize her outfits?
when he ran off with Kevin, the owner of an antique shop, right before his
sister’s wedding, Carrie’s life went from fantasy to nightmare.
maid of honor, she can’t back out of the wedding. And her ex is the best man -
but now he has his own best man.
needs a date. Stat.
Ryan. Sure, he’s a hot male stripper at the O Spa where she works as junior
designer, but he’s a few years younger and just, you know -- a friend.
She needs a friend more than she needs a boyfriend.
weekend of playing her boyfriend so she can save face is a lot to ask, but for
some reason Carrie doesn't understand, Ryan's all in. Enthusiastic, even.
when it comes to physical displays of affection.
kisses turn to private confessions, and pretty soon, Carrie can't tell the
difference between fantasy and reality.
if Ryan's just pretending he's in love with her, then why does the chemistry
between them -- and between the sheets -- feel so real?
can't settle for almost, though. She's already done that. She's not putting her
life on hold anymore.
out Ryan won't, either.
holding out for more.
You For Holding is a STANDALONE in the On Hold series. You do not need to have
read book 1 in the series, Our Options Have Changed, but after reading about
Carrie and Ryan’s friends-to-lovers adventure, you’ll want to. ;)
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from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping
her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New
England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is
never, ever, down
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with a focus on second chances. New England born and bred, Elisa Reed now
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I'm going to be the maid of honor in my
friend Jenny's wedding. You probably saw that coming. I met Jenny at work here
at the O Spa, the women’s private club chain where I am the Assistant Director
for Design. O Spas are the “fourth space” for women. Home, work, and other
public venues are the first three.
We are meant to be the ultimate space. From
highly-trained, well-oiled, hot massage therapists who wear g-strings that are
outlawed in 111 countries, to a sex toy boutique with weekly workshops, to a
new coffee shop with lattes that are better than sex, the O Spa caters to what
A break, a chance, and a friend.
Jenny loved working for O, but she moved on
a year ago, a promotion she could only get by changing companies. We were never
just work friends. We're true best friends, and besides that, we could be
sisters-in-law someday. I'm dating her brother, Jamey.
Who is standing in front of my desk right
now, telling me about the tickets he just scored to Straight No Chaser at the
Wang Center in November. We love a cappella.
"Fifth row, Carrie! And it'll be near
the holidays, so maybe they'll do songs from their Christmas album!" His
dark, wavy hair falls over his forehead in a boyish little curl. His eyebrows
are perfectly arched. He gets them threaded more often than I do. His narrow
chinos are rolled at the cuff, exposing his bare ankles in brown loafers. And
is that my cotton scarf knotted around his neck?
I smile at him. Jamey is a great boyfriend
because he always wants to do fun and unusual things. Has ever since we began
dating two years ago. Our friends rely on Jamey to keep them current. When
Steve Martin curated the Lawren Harris show at the MFA, we were the first people
in the door. When Juliet opened in Union Square, we were tasting the tasting
menu before anyone else had tasted it.
You can see why a lavender flowered cotton
dress -- with puffed sleeves -- is of no use to me.
“We can go back to my place after the
concert and I’ll make cocoa. Bet you’d enjoy something sweet and hot,” I say
with a flirtatious grin. I give him what I hope is a smoldering look. He’s
holding my hand and his eyes widen in mock excitement, then he looks away.
A wildland firefighter -- and mountain lion
shifter -- Edward is the youngest of the Stanton siblings, and hasn't touched a
woman in a decade, not since his late fiancée was killed in a violent tragedy.
But when he meets the sweet, adorable Molly
Sloan, a friend of his new sister-in-law, Lilah... his determination to remain
celibate begins to unravel.
Something about Molly is irresistible.
Something about her makes him forget the past... and hear the Beat. But Edward
will have to fight for her -- forces are gathering to use her in ways that
might separate them forever.
Billionaire Shifter's Second Chance is the third
book in the Billionaire Shifters Club series by Diana Seere, the paranormal pen
name for two New York Times and USA Today bestselling romantic comedy
authors. This book is a standalone *within* a series.
* * *
Welcome to the most exclusive club in the
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It’s the hottest club in town.
The price of membership is your heart and
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four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family
living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the
streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their
fellow shifters know.
Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the
forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs
these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance
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“Why are you so twitchy?” Sophia asked.
The art exhibit for their brother’s
paintings was quite lovely, but Edward Stanton was beginning to deeply regret
being a supportive sibling. Leaving his home in Montana, where the air smelled
like freedom and people didn’t glare – because there were so few actual people
– and coming to this festering hellhole called Boston gave him good reason to
His sister’s words made him groan inwardly,
though. If he told her the truth, she would belittle him. If he lied, she would
smell it on him.
Of course she would. She was a bear shifter,
with a nose most vintners would kill to possess. Sophia could smell emotions.
She could sniff out subterfuge and intrigue, sex and anger. He was certain she
could smell lottery ticket winners, if she tried.
Not that a billionaire heiress would need
such a skill.
Edward steeled himself, wishing he could
hide scent the way he had trained himself to hide emotion. Even shifters had
“I’m tired. The jet seats weren’t
comfortable,” he lied. A powerful hum from some sort of heating and cooling
system kicked in, making his back teeth rattle. How much longer must he stay to
be polite? The city was full of too many unexpected vibrations and jolts,
sounds like jeers and mockery. His head began to throb, a steady beat taking
Sophia rolled her eyes and took a small
pastry from a tray as a server passed by, stuffing it in her mouth. “You are
the worst liar ever. Didn’t you learn a thing from Derry? You would never guess
Half brothers, he thought. Of the five
Stanton children, Edward was the only one without a full sibling. He was also
the only mountain lion shifter. He needed to roam. Desired space.
Downtown Boston, at an art gallery packed
into a gentrified district where people lived in apartments the size of
thumbnails, was the absolute opposite of what he wanted right now.
But they were here to support Derry in his
art, and by God, he would fake his way through this.
Even if Derry just ditched them to reunite
with his human mate, the limo speeding them off to Derry’s loft, leaving his
cheerleading squad stuck in this gallery, eating overcooked rumaki and
pretending to enjoy the other exhibits.
“I know you hate the city,” Sophia said, her
voice dropping into a compassionate whisper. “But that was years ago, a random
tragedy. We can help you. It’s sweet of you to come here for Derry.”
Edward’s body went cold. He didn’t want to
talk about the past. And he certainly did not want to talk about the last time
he was in Boston.
“Super sweet!” Molly, his sister-in-law’s
friend, approached him and Sophia, her bright blue eyes overly friendly, cheeks
flushed with excitement or wine. Or both.
His body responded to her presence, skin
heating up, muscles expanding as blood pumped with a ferocious, almost-unfair
speed designed to make him ready for...