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BOOK TOUR AND GIVEAWAY:Because I Had To by David Bulitt

Because I Had To
by David Bulitt
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Jess Porter spent her childhood bouncing from therapist to therapist and
prescription to prescription. An outcast at school and a misfit at
home, the only solace she ever found was in her relationship with her
dad, Tom. Now he’s dead. Feeling rejected by her adopted mom and her
biological twin sister, Jess runs off to South Florida. But she can’t
outrun her old life. Watching the blood drip down her arm after her
latest round of self-inflicted cutting, she decides her only choice
is to find and face what frightens her most. Because I Had To takes
the reader inside the worlds of adoption, teen therapy, family law,
and the search for a biological family. With a cast of finely drawn,
complicated characters, it asks us to consider: can the present ever
heal the past?
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Excerpt 1:
It does feel good. The bathroom is the only place in this little shitbox that I really like, so maybe that’s why I spent my entire decorating allowance pretty much in here. “Decorating allowance?” That is funny. I sound a little bit like my mom when I say it just so, turning my nose a certain way and flittering my eyelids. My mom, who never thought I was good enough for – well, just about anything – she and I haven’t talked in almost a year. When I left, I took some of the money that my Dad left me after he died and saved the rest from work and that was all I needed for a security deposit and one month’s rent on this, my palace, a first floor apartment in Jones Beach, Florida, a good thousand miles away from where I grew up. After my Dad died, I thought about going west, to California or Arizona maybe, but instead I followed my friend Macy down here because she got me a job. When we were little, my Dad used to repeat the line from a movie we used to watch and tell both my sister and me “all girls are Princesses”. Well, it hasn’t exactly worked out that way, but once in awhile I still try to think of myself as a princess, so I call this place my palace. Just to myself, though.

The water in the tub is just the right temperature. Thankfully, tonight the pressure is high enough; some days, I barely can get any hot water much less enough of it to fill my tub. I have my legs hiked up on either side of the faucet, and I’ve slid down to just the right angle so the water is pounding right where it needs to go. The tub is a little small, like the one I had in my old house when I shared a bathroom with my sister. Instead of yellow, this one is a commercial greenie kind of color. Or maybe its blue. It’s hard to tell. Not that it matters at this particular moment.

The stopper on the tub broke after I moved in, so I had to buy a rubber one from Rite Aid. It fits in the drain pretty well, but sometimes pops out and unless I can jam it in real quick, all the water runs out and I have to start refilling again. That gets particularly annoying, especially if I am in the middle of the “bathtub trick” as I like to call it when I get off in here. The stopper is in there nice and tight right now, and with the level low and the water running hard, all systems look to be a go.

Excerpt 2:

My dad is dead. It’s been almost a year now. He was pretty young, only 52. When I think back on all I have done since I last saw him, I’m not sure how I should feel. Embarrassed? Some, yes. But also proud of myself, in a strange sort of way. At 23, I’ve probably done more than a lot of people have. Or should have, anyway.

I made it at home for just a little while after he died. Me, my mom and my sister. And that’s exactly how it was. Me. My mom and my sister.

Kasey and I are twins. We were born in Pittsburgh and adopted right away. My parents did not use an agency but got us through what they always told us was an independent adoption. They found us literally by running some sort of “baby wanted” ads in local papers and those penny saver things that people look at in grocery stores. Ever since I can remember, Kasey and I were different. As twins, one would think that we would have a connection, a natural bond of some kind, permanent “womb-mates”. For whatever reason, though, I never felt it. More than that, I never even liked Kasey. I know it’s crazy to say, but as far back as when I was about six or so, I can remember wishing that something bad would happen to her. Of course, for a little kid, “something bad” usually meant like her hair falling out or hoping she threw up all over herself. Once when we were little and on the couch exploring the depths of our prepubescent vaginas while watching Sponge Bob and playing that stupid “Pretty Pretty Princess” game my sister loved so much, I handed Kasey a clip on earring and told her to put it on that little bump thing just above her vagina.

“It will tickle.”

I lied.

Like the mindless sheep she was, Kasey immediately snapped it right onto her clitoris. She went screaming through the house and it wasn’t until my dad could catch her and was able to pry her legs apart long enough to unhook the thing that she finally quieted down. I didn’t exactly know what a clitoris was at the time, but it sure looked like it hurt. I stayed on the couch and laughed my ass off.

As we got older, I stopped wishing for Kasey to take a fall somewhere along the manicured little path that my mother paved for her. Like old bathroom wallpaper that no one notices, I just stopped thinking about her altogether.

Same as my mom, Kasey always seemed perfect. When we were kids, her hair was long and light brown and curly. She had this creamy translucent white skin and I don’t think has ever, even now, gotten a pimple. She reminded me of one of those irritating American Girl dolls. When we would brush our teeth together in the banana yellow double sink bathroom that we shared, I always looked over at her in one of her little pink Lanz nightgowns, buttoned up all the way to the top. When she finished, Kasey would rinse out the toothbrush and put it right back into the holder, exactly where it belonged. I looked at her, and then straight ahead into the mirror at myself, toothpaste running down my chin.

My hair was a bit darker and much straighter than my sister. I had this awful freckle on the tip of my nose that to me looked like a little licorice jellybean. I picked it off over and over again, must have been a hundred times, only to have it always grow right back. The summer before I went to high school, my Dad took me to a plastic surgeon that lasered it right off.

I did everything I could to get my hair to curl like Kasey’s. I tried my mom’s curling iron, burning my fingers more times than I care to remember. A few times, I tried tying my dad’s socks into it overnight hoping to wake up and see one of those unrealistically cute Disney channel characters in the mirror. One time, I had my dad drive me to a dollar store and bought me my own set of 1950’s style curlers. I put them in and one got so tangled that the next morning my dad had to cut it out, leaving a short, jagged patch. Nothing worked. When I got a little older, I just gave up, and instead, just let my bangs grow and brushed them over the side and across my forehead, often low enough to cover my left eye. My hair-never-out-of-place mother didn’t approve. More than once she told me that I looked like one of the Beach Boys. I didn’t know who they were back then, but I knew she did not mean it to be a compliment. I asked my dad to play me some of their music and thought it was pretty good. After that, I didn’t really mind the comparison.

Like everything else we owned, my mom bought us the same nightgowns. I hated those things, all frilly and soft. Kasey kept hers folded tightly in her “nightgown drawer”. I just never felt comfortable in them and stuffed them into little balls underneath my bed. Instead, I would rummage through my dad’s old t-shirt drawer and steal one of his particularly big and baggy ones. It drove my mother crazy, but Dad kind of liked it. Even now, at 23, I still wear his old t-shirts. Except for his Asbury Jukes music collection, what’s left in my bank account and some great fucking memories, those old t-shirts are pretty much all I have left of him.

Excerpt 3:

My mom must have told the story about a thousand times about me trying to stab our dog, Sonny, with a fork when I was seven years old. She told my grandparents, my teachers and all of my many therapists. Over the phone, at the playground, in the grocery store. Just about anyone and anywhere. I can’t tell how many times I heard that story growing up. God knows how many more times she told it when I wasn’t around. Personally, I never believed it since I love dogs, grew up with them and would never be without one, even now, if I didn’t have to live in a place that doesn’t allow them.

That’s not to say that I was an easy kid. Anything but.

Apparently, when I was in preschool, I refused to follow rules. I don’t know exactly what rules I broke back then, maybe I didn’t put the Legos back the right way or, wouldn’t stand in the right place in line. Who the hell knows? Whatever it was, it was enough for my parents to okay my being evaluated by the preschool psychologist. From there, I was off and running through fifteen years or so of tests, shrinks, medications and therapy that continued until I decided that I had enough and pulled the plug on most of it a few months before my dad died last year.

Even as a kid, I was acutely aware of the growing conflict between my parents over what to do, how to help, how to take care of me. How to “fix” me. While Kasey travelled the easy breezy, walk in the park kid route, mine was a bumpy, angry road. My mom always pushed for medication, while my dad pulled the other direction, wanting to believe that I would be okay and better off without a bunch of prescription sedatives and mood-stabilizers running through my veins. Ultimately, my mom won the battle and I spent the good part of my years from childhood through my teens bouncing from diagnosis to diagnosis, treated with one drug and then the next. You name it, I had it. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Check. Mood Disorder. Check. Anxiety Disorder. Check. Borderline Personality Disorder. Got that one, too. The list went on.

With every diagnosis came a pill. When one didn’t work or caused some sort of unintended symptom, like I couldn’t sleep or couldn’t wake up, another plastic bottle was added to the collection in the cabinet above our kitchen sink. The list could have made some twisted alternate lyrics for a mad pharmacist singing Julie Andrews’ ‘My Favorite Things’ from ‘The Sound of Music’: “Ritalin to Seroquel to Adderall and Dexedrine. Abilify and Focalin and Lamictal and Prozac…”

I was always trying to find my way, walking through a house of mirrors. It was just that the mirrors weren’t made of glass. They were made of drugs.

Family law specialist David Bulitt has been praised as the lawyer who
“epitomizes stability and old fashioned common sense” by Bethesda
Magazine and routinely makes every top Washington DC Metro lawyer
list. His clients say that he is “the best non-shaving,
motorcycle-riding, bourbon-drinking, non-lawyer, lawyer” they know.
The grandson of a New Jersey bartender, Bulitt was the first member of
his family to get a professional degree. After years of raising kids
and focusing on family responsibilities, Bulitt Bulitt now spends
much of his spare time discussing world issues with his dogs and
working on his novels. His first book, CARD GAME, was published in
2015 to a bevy of five star reviews. His new novel, BECAUSE I HAD TO,
is available now on Roundfire Books.
Bulitt is the Assistant Managing Director of Joseph, Greenwald and Laake,
PA, one of Maryland’s largest and most prominent law firms. His
practice focuses on all areas of family law, including cases that
involve complex financial and property matters and property
distribution, divorce, and child custody disputes. He is often
appointed by local courts to serve in one of the most difficult and
demanding legal roles, as a Best Interests Attorney for children
whose parents are embroiled in high conflict custody disputes. He
also has extensive expertise working with families that have children
with special needs.
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PROMO TOUR:CRAZY WOMAN CREEK Individual Book in the Craving Country Anthology by Ryan Jo Summers


Individual Book in the Craving Country Anthology

by Ryan Jo Summers

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COVER REVEAL- On The Line BY Keyanna Butler


Title: On the Line
Author: Keyanna Butler

Genre: Young Adult Romance

Cover Design: Mary Ruth, Passion Creations

Release Date: April 23, 2018
On one ordinary day in Philadelphia, Mila and Kaleb meet on a train ride
to school. One day turns into more, and their friendship evolves to first love.

When they realize not everyone is OK with this budding relationship, their love
is shadowed, and their bond is threatened. Unaware of the impossible
predicaments they each face in their lives, too many secrets threaten to tear
their young lives apart.

With their hearts on the line and their worlds changing too quickly for them to
catch up, Mila and Kaleb must decide who and what is most important. And they
learn they’ll need more than just love to survive.



On The Line is a young adult novel with
mature themes. It is recommended for readers 16 and up.
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Keyanna is a simple girl living in mostly fantasy worlds. She’s been
writing since she was 13 years old, jotting down full length stories on
construction paper and reading them to her childhood friends for entertainment.
She’s a self-proclaimed dork extraordinaire and a library card carrying book
nerd taking mental residence in the Wizarding World, coffee in an IV,
collecting movie stubs like memories, and constantly contemplating what life
would be like if she were one of the Avengers. Her hobbies include TV, sushi,
Facebook, and incorporating movie quotes into everyday conversation.
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COVER REVEAL: Title: Love in C Minor, A Backroads Duet By: Mindy Michele



Title: Love in C Minor, A Backroads Duet
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release date: April 27th
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When a promise is broken, their simple lives become complicated. How long can late night phone calls and secret rendezvous in the haystacks remain hidden?
From the co-writing duo of Mindy Michele comes a tale of small-town charm and backroads trouble. 
Full description coming.



I want to scream. Let my voice reverberate around the room until he feels my frustration in his soul. Instead, my voice breaks. “All I wanted was a day of peace, Linc. Would that have been so hard?”


The urge to cry is strong. I’m so exhausted. Working at the camp was an amazing experience, but it was hard. I was always ‘on’ and I’d give anything to be ‘off’ right now. I can’t even be ‘off’ in my own home. Have I ever been able to?


“Lighten up, Rea. You’ll give yourself a heart attack.” He strides across the kitchen, tossing one last grape into his mouth.
When I spin, ready to bring him down a notch with a witty retort, Ridley is standing in the doorway. How long has he been there? His brows are drawn together, but he doesn’t speak as Lincoln brushes by him.
“You know you’re going to miss me when I leave for college tomorrow,” Lincoln calls over his shoulder.
Highly doubtful. He’ll be one hour away and home too often. I open my mouth to say so, but the words don’t form. Ridley is still there and I’m tongue-tied. He stares a moment too long, siphoning the oxygen from me, before he follows Lincoln without uttering a single word.
Mindy Michele
We’re pretty awesome! We both write books. We both live in the Carolina’s (Mindy in South, Michele in North). We like singing in the car, eating white cheddar popcorn, and going on road trips together. You’ll find us sharing a table at a few book signings each year. We have a love of romance, New York, anything sweet, and great books. 

To find out more you can hunt us down on social media. We’re all over the place!

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RELEASE BLITZ- Stockholm by Leigh Lennon


Title: Stockholm
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2018
What happens when your captor becomes your savior?
Mikayla Miller wakes up one morning, bound to a bed, in a farmhouse in
Alberta, Canada, with no recollection of how she got there.
When she comes face to face with her captor, Mikayla can’t deny the
instant chemistry between them. The man she only knows as Nolan insists he’s
her protector, but lives by his own unique moral compass.
As the days turn into months, Nolan’s touch, his words, and the way he
looks at her, ignite her body and soul. No matter how hard Mikayla fights
their unmistakable connection they share, she begins to fall for him, and a new
woman is created in her place.
Back in the small town where Mikayla disappeared, two women reel from a
shattering loss. When letters suddenly start appearing from Mikayla,
twelve years later, they are left wondering why she’d choose her abductor over
her own family.
Love is complicated, and messy;
but sometimes the heart can’t help what it wants.


For Mikayla Miller, it never was a choice.
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Deep down, Mikayla understood Nolan was taking over her heart. Ethan, her boyfriend, had come out of nowhere, and she thought their love was the real deal until Nolan appeared in her life.



“No, Mikayla, get that out of your mind,” she said out loud to stun her back to reality.
“Who are you talking to?” Nolan asked, walking by her room.
“Just myself,” she replied.
“I’m not a bad guy, Mikayla,” he said, and she wanted to think of him as a monster, but she couldn’t.
He entered her room, this time without permission, and she didn’t stop him. As she sat with her ass planted on her bed, he walked toward her, stopping when his knees touched hers. She didn’t look at him, but he grasped her chin, tipping her head to his. “You have to know what I feel for you is as real as the snow outside.”
Her eyes tried to avoid his gaze, but the more she felt his stare, the more it drew her eyes to look at his. “Mikayla, tell me to leave the room, and I will.”
She sat silently, not saying a word. “Mikayla, tell me not to touch you, and I won’t.”
Again, she said nothing.
“Mikayla, tell me you don’t have feelings for me, and I will believe you.”
Again, she couldn’t speak. At the moment, she was mute.
“Tell me not to kiss you right now, and I won’t.”
Sitting down next to her, he moved her face to his, leaning his head toward her. “This is it, sweetness, no turning back.” Right then, she leaned in, placing her lips on his as their connection strengthened with their first kiss. It was soft. How could his lips be so tender, she thought as their tongues danced together? She couldn’t pull away. In her mind with her judgment clouded she told herself, I don’t want to stop this, not now, not ever.
Author Bio
Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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EXCERPT REVEAL : Come A Little Closer by Kim Karr


Join New York Times Bestselling Author Kim Karr on another emotional journey in her next release, Come A Little Closer, on March 28th!

What happens when bad meets good? Get ready to find out. Only this time the bad isn’t who you think it is. It was a one-night stand, until she forced him to change the rules.

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I haven’t always been this bad…

Up until recently, I was the kind of girl who wore white cotton panties and bent at the knees rather than the waist.

Pomp and circumstance changed all that.

Jaxson Cassidy was my first taste of bad, and I liked it more than I should have. Just not in the way I was meant to. I couldn’t help myself though. I found him irresistible. That sexy grin, those skilled fingers, and that dirty, dirty mouth were a lethal combination.

I wasn’t supposed to want him. I wasn’t supposed to let him put his hands on me. I wasn’t supposed to do a lot of things…but I did.

He wants to keep me close.
I should push him away.

He says he can help me.
I’m not so sure.

For some reason, he thinks there’s good left in me.
What if he’s wrong?

Everyone knows a good boy can’t turn a bad girl around.
Everyone knows it’s always the other way.
Everyone…except him.

Portrait of a  romantic, young couple



There was a dominance in his body language I couldn’t deny.

Heeding his invitation, I stopped before him. He stood and his towering height overwhelmed me, but when he pulled the empty barstool out and grinned at me, I felt electrically charged. “Hi.”

Slowly, I climbed onto it. For some reason, I couldn’t stop my knees from wobbling. “Hi,” I tried to respond, but it sounded more like a squeak.

The way he was looking at me made me feel like I was the only person in the room. I opened my mouth to say something more but found no words. Instead, my breath hissed out as a slow leak.

What was I doing?

I should have been running in the other direction. I didn’t have time for careless flirting. I had a job to do. One I knew I would never really be able to do.

Settling myself on the luxurious white leather stool, I crossed one leg over the other. As soon as I did, his heavy stare rolled over my face and then down my body. It felt like he was surveying every inch of me.

Suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore. Heat roared through me like a fire being doused with gasoline.

The way he was looking at me was anything but subtle.

He was anything but subtle.

I didn’t care. I didn’t want subtle. I wanted bold.

A flash of thunder cut through the window, illuminating his face. His stunning features. Hard jaw. High cheekbones. Strong forehead. Full and curved mouth. Edible lips. And those eyes, they grabbed me and wouldn’t let go—like he saw the blackness inside me and wanted to add some light.

Ridiculous, I knew.

That smug grin he was wearing spread across his lips as he sat back down. The movement caused his dark hair to flip forward over his eyes. He pushed it away, and the gesture broke the trance I was in. Thick-lashed eyes shined as brilliant as the brightest lights I’d ever seen and amusement seemed to sparkle in their dark color.

All of a sudden I felt dizzy. Lost. Reborn. Taken back in time.

He was Eros.

I was Aphrodite.

He was Cupid.

I was Venus.

I let my bag drop to my feet beside my suitcase.

He twisted in my direction. “Crazy weather,” he said in a voice that was deep, cultured, sexy.

It made me shiver.

Half a nervous laugh snuck out of me. “You’re not kidding.”

Out of nowhere, the bartender set two heavy crystal glasses of amber-colored liquid in front of stock-photo guy and myself, and it shocked me. I hadn’t ordered anything, most especially not whiskey.

“Should I add this to your tab?” the bartender directed, and not toward me.

“Please,” stock-photo guy answered.

Embarrassment washed over me. He was with someone and I had misread him completely.

Hopping to my feet, I felt unsteady in my heels. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked if this seat was taken. I’ll get out of your way.”

Moving fast, he rose to his full height. He was close. So close. Floored by over six feet of hotness, his scent hit me immediately. Something manly, with a hint of the ocean. I took a moment to breathe it in and tried not to wince when the pain in my ribs struck.

His strong hands steadied my hips. “No, don’t leave. The drink is for you.”

And I felt. Felt his touch race down my hips, knot in my stomach, and make my toes curl.

If he was Cupid, I’d been struck by his arrow.

My gaze darted up, up, up, and when our eyes locked, my pulse started to race. “I can’t. I’m waiting for a flight,” I stupidly said.

He was a bad idea.

Staying was a bad idea.

This whole thing was a bad idea—and yet it already felt so good.

He dipped his head, those dark eyes going liquid with a heat I felt between my thighs. “In case you haven’t looked at the monitors, no one is going anywhere right now. All the planes are grounded until morning.”

I laughed, and it wasn’t an act. “I know that,” I replied. “What I meant was that drinking is a bad idea when I have such a long night ahead of me.”

His eyes flickered to my lips before returning to mine. “Exactly. It’s going to be a very long night, which is why drinking seems like a really good idea.”

No alarm bells rang. Instead, I smiled. I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Sit,” he said, moving back to his stool.

For a moment I forgot everything and allowed myself to get lost in the darkest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Without thinking anything through, I sat back down. “Maybe just one.”

The look he gave me screamed sinful bad boy.

“Reading Hotlanta?” I asked, pointing to his bag.

With a shake of his head, he blew my comment off. “More like reading crap.”

Okay, I had no response to that, and luckily I didn’t need one.

He lifted his glass. “To passing time,” he toasted.

The way he looked at me when he spoke made my pulse jump and nipples pop. Ignoring my body’s reaction to him, I lifted my own. “To passing time,” I repeated, clinking his glass.

I didn’t really have time.

I had a job to do.

I couldn’t stay with him.

Could I?

I was stranded at the airport, after all.

I lowered my glass and sighed.

“Tough day?” he asked after taking more like a gulp of his whiskey.

“Yes,” I responded truthfully.

He took another long sip of his drink and let his eyes linger on my thighs. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

In that moment I was no longer Sarah, the lonely rich wife or the wandering mistress or the high-priced call girl I had been sent here to be. I wasn’t acting. I didn’t want to. I was just being me. Albeit, a well dressed-up version of myself, but still me.

Following his lead, I practically guzzled the potent liquor. Once I’d drained it, I figured why not talk. Setting my empty glass down, I told him, “I had to make a decision today and I have no idea if I made the right one.”

In truth, I already knew it was the wrong one.

Being here was wrong.

Being with him was wrong.

And yet, talking to him felt right.

I shouldn’t have come here to steal what wasn’t mine, no matter the reason. It wasn’t me. I didn’t earn what these men had. And I hated myself for even thinking about taking from them.

It was then I looked into his eyes and saw that very familiar feeling of loathing. Those dark eyes I thought had been filled with mirth were actually brooding.

What did he hate himself for?

I wanted to know.

Was I a way for him to forget? If so, did it matter? Either way, I wanted to be the one to ease his pain.

And I had no idea why.

He downed the rest of his glass and signaled the bartender. “You know,” he said, “sometimes I think the only way to get by in this world is to step off for a while.”

I glanced at his bags on the floor. “Is that what you’re doing? Stepping off for a while?”

The bartender placed the entire bottle of Macallan Rare Cask in front of us, and hot photo-guy picked it up right away. “Something like that,” he answered as he poured. “My ex-fiancée got married yesterday, and I was there.”

“Ouch,” I said.

He nodded and finished pouring. “Yeah, hence the heavy drinking. So what’s your story?”

It felt wrong to lie, so I didn’t. I just didn’t tell the whole truth. “I was recently fired.”

“Ouch,” he offered back with a wicked grin and set the bottle down to hold out his hand. That strong, confident, dominant hand. “I’m Sundance.”

I raised a brow. “As in Butch Cassidy?”

“The very same. It’s a nickname, actually.”


Hot name.

I liked it.

I took his offered hand, and the electric current that ran up my arm was stronger than the alcohol flowing through my veins. “Sarah.” The lie slipped out, and I couldn’t take it back. Then again, I didn’t think it really mattered. “And stepping off for a while sounds like a really good idea.”

He leaned closer and lifted his glass. “So, Sarah, what are we going to do to make that happen?”

My brow lifted curiously. “I’m open to suggestions,” I said, the alcohol taking over where reason should have stepped in.

He drained his drink. “Are you?”

The way those two words came out sounded like an invitation. I was in the middle of downing my glass when I lowered it. “Yes, I am. I mean, within reason, of course.”

“Good to know.” He tossed me a panty-melting grin and poured a little more into his glass.

“Why? What do you have in mind?” Ignoring my one-drink rule, I drank a little more, knowing exactly what he had in mind. It was written all over his face—in the way his eyes seemed to have turned the darkest shade of blue, the way his sinful mouth curved ever-so-much, and the way he leaned in even closer to me.

When he was a breath away, he raised the sexiest brow in answer. “We could take this somewhere a little more private.”

I smiled back. A silent, “Yes, I’m interested.”

“One rule,” he cautioned.

Now I raised the brow. “Rules already? I don’t even know you,” I joked.

“And that’s the way I like it,” he deadpanned.

In that moment I knew what he wanted.

To be anonymous.

To be free.

And to get fucked.

I wanted all of those things, too.

He went on. “We don’t talk about our lives,” he murmured, kissing behind my ear.

I allowed my head to lull back, silently agreeing to his rule because even though he couldn’t possibly know it was the only way I could be with him, it was.

His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat, and I knew that somehow I had gone from the one doing the preying to the one being preyed on.

And I was okay with that.

Maybe stepping off for a while was exactly what I needed.

Portrait of a  romantic, young couple

About the Author:

Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic * Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner

Kim Karr is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy. Her stories are raw, real, and explosive. Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel. And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy. From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire to the Football Player. From the witty damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered businesswoman to the boutique owner. No two storylines are ever alike. If Kim’s not writing, you can find her wandering through antique stores with her husband, trying out new fitness classes with her sons, venturing out to new coffee shops with her daughter, or with her nose stuck in a book.

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