New York Times Bestselling Author
Dear Ryan,
Happy Valentine’s Day and Birthday! I hope this gets to you before the 14th. I wanted to give it to you in person but my mom said we couldn’t drive to Chicago because I got school and stuff. I don’t mind missing a couple days. I don’t see what the big deal is. I just really wanted to see your face but maybe we could Face Time? Can you ask your dad? I think he should say yes now. We’ve been talking forever, you know? He’ll let you do it. He has to.
I think Valentine’s Day is cool. My mom gets real happy when my dad surprises her with flowers and stuff. I’d do that for you. I will. I’ll do everything. I’ll get you so many flowers, all the kinds you like. And chocolate too. I know you love chocolate. I’ll find cupcakes that are just as good as the ones your mom makes. I’ll look everywhere if I have to. I’ll look all over the world. I promise.
You know what? This kid at school doesn’t think your real. I told him about you and he said I was dumb cause I made you up but he’s gonna look so stupid when you move here.
Your still gonna move here, right? Keep asking. I really think your parents will let you. They got your sisters so they’ll be ok. You can stay in my room and we can go to the same school. Then everyone will know your real.
I can’t wait until I see you again. If I could drive I would come see you now. When I get my own car I’m going to drive to you every day. I don’t care how far it is. We’re supposed to be together. I really believe that.
Okay I gotta go.
I love you just like my dad loves my mom. I think I love you more than that.
Happy Valentines day Ryan. And Happy Birthday. You’re the best girl I’ve ever met.
Love, Nolan
I move out of the bedroom and down the hallway as I finish buttoning my uniform shirt. As I step out into the living room, I notice Riley on the couch. Her back is to me. She’s focused on something in her lap, and doesn’t turn her head or even lift it when I approach.
Staying quiet, I step up behind her and bend down, pressing my lips to her cheek.
She gasps, turning her face into me, smiling so fucking big while pulling the sketch pad she’s holding against her chest. I barely get a glimpse of it before her drawing is concealed.
“Whatcha got there?” I ask, kissing her jaw, her neck.
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing…” I pick at the corner of the pad.
“Stop!” Riley leans over until she’s out of reach and falls to her back, laughing, keeping the sketch hidden. She grins up at me. “You can’t see it yet. Not until after midnight.”
“What is it?”
“My anti-resolution.”
“Ah.” I reach down and slide her glasses up her nose, fixing them for her. Damn, she’s sexy in those. She winks at me. “Just one this year?” I ask.
“Just one.”
“And I can’t know about it until after midnight?”
She shakes her head.
Riley shared her anti-resolutions with me last year the day after Christmas, after explaining to me what exactly an anti-resolution was. I’d never heard that expression before. Aside from getting the definition, I learned something new about Riley. My woman does not do New Year’s resolutions. She won’t keep them. But she likes the idea of having goals or intentions to strive for, so she picks a few things she would like to see happen and calls them her anti-resolutions. Naming them that somehow prevents her from giving up.
“It’s not ready yet anyway,” she says, sitting up and placing her drawing face down on the old trunk we use as a coffee table. “Do you have any anti-resolutions for the new year?”
I smirk when she peers back at me. “There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever top this year, so what’s the point?”
“Oh? Did something amazing happen this year? I can’t remember.” Riley kneels on the couch and grabs my hips. She’s smiling so big now.
“I don’t know, Mrs. Tully, you tell me.”
“Mm. I love the way that sounds.” She tips her chin up, inviting me in for a kiss.
We were married in August at Sparrow’s Island. Riley wanted a beach wedding, but not just any beach. She wanted to do it at our spot. We got to know each other at Sparrow’s Island when her brother, Reed, got married there a year and a half ago and paired us up. Riley and I kissed for the first time at that beach. We fucked for the first time there too. Our wedding day was fucking incredible, but honestly, it would’ve been incredible no matter where it happened. I only cared about one thing when it came to getting married, and I’m currently slipping her the tongue. We could’ve gotten hitched in my back yard and I would’ve been just as happy. Making this woman mine was my only priority.
Riley moans and fists my shirt. “Are you sure you have to work tonight? I don’t like not being together on New Years.”
“Wish I didn’t,” I say, meaning that. I cup her cheek, running my thumb over her blush. “You still going over Reed’s?”
“Yeah. Everyone’s going.” She frowns. “Well, everyone except you.”
“It’s not like it’s our first New Years together.”
“It’s my first New Years as a Tully,” she argues, huffing out a breath. “I hate your job.”
I smile and press my lips to her forehead. “No, you don’t.”
“No. I don’t.” She sighs, fingers teasing my belt. “I can’t imagine you not wearing this uniform. I’m just mad no one could cover you tonight.”
“As long as I don’t get caught up in something, I should see you right after midnight. I’ll be at Reed’s by twelve-thirty at the latest.”
She tips her head up, bringing us eye to eye. “Don’t get caught up in something.”
“That an order?”
Gaze deadly serious, Riley nods.
I chuckle. “Yes, Ma’am.”
She grabs my face, bringing our mouths together in the hardest, hottest kiss. Her wet tongue probing, licking my lower lip before she drags her teeth there. Sucking on me. Then she’s kissing me deep again, moaning my name and playing with my tongue. And it’s so fucking good. I rub my dick against the back of the couch through my slacks and fight the urge to take her right here, knowing I don’t have time.
“Be careful tonight,” she says, breathless against my lips. “People get a little crazy on New Year’s. Please, tell me you’ll be careful.”
“I will.” I run my hands down her back. We keep kissing. “I have to go.”
“Okay.” She sucks on my tongue.
I palm her ass, making her yelp, and lift her over the back of the couch easily, it doesn’t take an effort. Her legs wrap around my waist. We keep kissing. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go…”
“Don’t.” She wiggles her hand between us and reaches for me. Fingertips graze my cock.
We keep kissing.
I walk her to the door, saying, “I have to, darlin’.”
“I know.”
I stand in the foyer with Riley in my arms. Her ankles locked around my back. Her fingers in my hair, pulling.
“I’m gonna be late,” I warn before kissing my way down her soft neck. I’m two seconds away from tearing her clothes off and pushing her up against the wall.
Why is it so hard to stop with this woman? It’s like I won’t have her again tomorrow.
She grabs my face and tips it up, pressing her mouth against mine once more. “Okay. Go.”
“Okay.” I tilt my head and lick inside her mouth.
She shudders against me. “Even though it’s tradition, I’ll try not to do this with anyone else at midnight,” she says.
I jerk back, finally separating us. My jaw clenches. What the fuck? “You better not.”
Even though I’m damn near positive it’ll only be our close friends at this party, there’s still a small chance I’m wrong about that. Reed could’ve invited some of the guys he works with. Some construction-worker asshole could see Riley at this thing, alone, and think he actually has a shot. He might even be stupid enough to try something.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “Why did you tell me that?”
“Please tell me you aren’t seriously worrying… I’d never kiss anyone else.”
“Reed might’ve invited people who don’t know you’re mine. They could try somethin’.”
“Everyone knows I’m yours.”
“Wear my hoodie just in case.”
Riley smiles, no doubt liking that suggestion. She loves that hoodie. “I’m sorry I even joked about it. I just had to get you to stop kissing me somehow. We were two seconds away from doing it.”
“I still am.”
“Mm. As much as I’d love to, you can’t be late. Come on. Let me down.” She wiggles until I set her on her feet.
I adjust my erection, making it less obvious. “You drinking tonight?”
“Probably not.”
I cock my head.
“What?”
“No tequila for you?”
“I’ve sworn that stuff off. You know that.” She crosses her arms under her chest. “It’s good and everything, but totally not worth the headache the next day.”
“I bet you a blowjob I get my first drunk text from you before eleven.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Oral bets? So if I don’t text you drunk, you’ll go down on me?”
I nod.
“Okay.” Riley darts out her hand and we shake on it. “Good luck, Officer.”
“Darlin’.” I yank her against my chest and steal another kiss. “I’m kinda hopin’ you win.”
“Funny.” She smiles. “Me too.”
**
I’ve worked New Year’s Eve in the past, so I knew what to expect tonight. But even if I hadn’t, I know how stupid people can be when alcohol is involved.
Drunk driving is something I will never fucking tolerate. And it’s inexcusable. Especially now with Uber and Lyft. People have options. If you’re out and you want to drink, go for it. I don’t have anything against having a good time. But don’t even think about getting behind the wheel after so much as one fucking sip.
I get back to the precinct with my mood in the fucking toilet. I picked up three dipshits tonight who put not only their own lives at risk, but the lives of everyone else on the road. Keeping my rage in check was difficult. I’m ready for this fucking night to end.
I’m ready to get to Riley.
I sit at my desk and pull out my phone to check the time, and also to verify I haven’t missed any texts from her yet. She’s been at Reed’s for over two hours now. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from her, especially since I’ve messaged her twice.
I consider our bet. Maybe she’s staying quiet because she’s drinking and doesn’t want me knowing. One text and I’ll be able to tell—Riley wouldn’t be able to hide this from me. I know how she gets with tequila.
And even though I said I was kinda hoping she’d win this bet, I’m also rooting for myself here. I’d be stupid not to.
Riley gives incredible head.
I scroll through my contacts until I reach Reed, then I shoot him a text. I need to know what’s going on. There’s no way Riley forgot her phone or doesn’t have it on her. She’s staying quiet with me for a reason.
Me: riley’s with you right? she came over?
Reed: yeah she’s here. why?
Me: i’ve been texting her and haven’t heard back. thinking she forgot her phone
Reed: nope. she’s making me hold onto it
My brow furrows. Before I have the chance to question him, another text from Reed comes through.
Reed: i’m not supposed to tell you I have it, but what the fuck
Me: she gave it to you?
Reed: yeah
Reed: want me to give it back?
Me: absolutely
I grin and wait, because I fucking know it’s coming. Riley hasn’t been texting me all night because she couldn’t. There’s not a damn thing that’s going to stop her now.
Riley: hiiiii!!!!! omg reed had my phone i hate him
I chuckle as I type my response.
Me: is that your story you fucking cheater?
Riley: it’s not a story! he did have it!
Me: how many shots have you had?
Riley: zero 😉
Riley: i love you
Riley: like LOVE you
Me: i love drunk Riley
Riley: well that’s good cause she’s RIGHTHERE!!!!!
I throw my head back and laugh.
Riley: UGH! I REALLLY wanted to win our bet
Me: like I’m not going to take care of you
Me: probably get you off first. It’s hard to wait
Riley: oooo
Riley: how hard? 😉 😉 😉
Riley: fyi i’m talking about your penis
Me: i got that
Riley: i love it
Riley: it <– your penis. it’s the best one I’ve ever seen like ever
Riley: iloveyousomcuh
Over the next hour, Riley’s texts get more drunk right along with her.
Riley: i lobe you
Me: i lobe you too
Riley: what are you doinggg
Riley: i lov you more than this tekella and i really love this tekeela shit i forgot how spell it my favorite drink ever
Riley: cj
Riley: i wish you were here we could drnk together and then do that stuff with your big penis
Riley: omg we could find reed’s sex dungeon
Me: your brother has a sex dungeon?
Riley: YES. i bet he does i’m going to go look
Riley: i forgot my drink hold on
Riley: back. looking for dungeon now
Riley: i didn’t find it
Riley: how big is your penis?
Me: no clue
Riley: you need to measure it! 9 is the number to beat!
Me: wtf are you talking about
Riley: let’s take shots!!!!!
Riley: ilvyouok?
Riley: i’m so lucky 2b yourrz
Riley: HPPYNEWYERRRR!!!!!!!!
Riley: iwant to kis yu so bad
Me: leaving now
Riley: YEAHHhsss!
Riley: come her best frand
Me: fuck I love you
I get to Reed’s house twenty minutes later, barely making it through the door before I’m nearly tackled to the ground.
“CJ!” Riley’s limbs wrap around me and squeeze as she presses kisses all over my face. “Happy New Year’s, Officer Husband.”
I grin like I hit the fucking lottery. It feels like I did.
“Darlin’.” I palm her ass and use my other hand to guide her mouth to mine, tasting the tequila on her lips. “Happy New Year’s.”
We kiss while the party carries on further inside the house. There’s music playing and laughter. I can still hear fireworks going off in the distance outside.
“I missed you,” Riley says.
“Missed you too.”
“Guess what?”
I lean back a little to see her more, smiling as I push the hood back off her face. Her long, blonde hair is messy. “What?”
“I totally lost our bet.”
I chuckle. “No shit.”
She grins, looking triumphant all of a sudden. “Wanna know a secret though?”
“Always.”
“I did it on purpose,” she whispers, her words slurred.
“Oh yeah?”
“’Cause I want to blow you and now I get to and this is the best day of my life now because of tequila. I mean, besides when we got married. That was the best day, but this is too now.” She drops her head on my shoulder and sighs. “You won.”
I press my mouth to her hair. “Fuck yeah, I did.”
“Jesus Christ, finally,” Reed says, walking toward us. “She won’t shut up about riding the Tully train, which is a phrase I’d love to never hear again. Plus, she drank all the tequila.” He takes a swig of his beer.
Riley jerks up and whips her head around. “I brought the tequila!”
“So?”
“You have a sex dungeon here and I know it.”
Reed freezes, eyes wide like he’s stunned. “The door was unlocked?”
“What?” Riley asked.
“What?” I echo, which is purely reactional. I am in no way interested in learning about my brother-in-law’s sex life.
Reed looks around like he’s trying to remember where he left his keys.
“I knew it!” Riley points at him. “You totally have a sex dungeon here!”
“No, I don’t.”
Beth steps into the room.
“Beth, do you have a sex dungeon?” Riley asks.
She smiles coyly and shrugs. “Sort of…”
Riley pumps her fist into the air. “My girl!”
Reed shakes his head, then drains his bottle.
“I think it’s time for us to go, darlin’,” I say, returning the grin she’s giving me.
We move into the other room to say our good-byes to the group, which only consists of our closest friends. None of the kids are here though, so everyone must’ve gotten sitters. I chat for a minute with Ben and Luke about my night, then I carry Riley outside.
She’s happy staying in my arms. Plus, I know her. Tequila fucks Riley up, but it also makes her sleepy. If I let her down, she’s likely to crash somewhere.
Twenty minutes later, we’re home and Riley is dragging me down the hallway toward the bedroom, laughing at nothing and looking so damn happy she lost that bet.
“Want to take a bath with me?” she asks.
“Do I ever say no to that?”
She smiles over her shoulder.
I follow her into the bathroom and turn the shower on while Riley gets the bath water going.
“Let me rinse off first,” I say as I begin to undress.
She strips off my hoodie, staying in her jeans and bra for now. Her breasts spill out of the cups. And godfuckingdamn, her cleavage. Riley giggles when our eyes meet, even though there’s nothing funny about the way I’m looking at her.
“You got me so fucking hard, darlin’.” I shove my pants and boxers down, showing her my stiff dick.
She walks over after turning off the bath water and wraps her hand around me, giving it a pull. “I can’t wait to suck you dry.”
My breath catches. “Jesus. Me either.”
“I’ll be right back.” She gives me another little squeeze, then she’s releasing me and moving out into the bedroom.
I step inside the glass shower and stick my head under the spray, and fuck, my mind is so goddamn filthy right now. With a soapy hand, I stroke myself. I can’t help it. I think about everything I want to do with Riley tonight, in the bath and then out of it. How I want to touch her, taste her. How close I could get right now just picturing those pretty lips of hers around my cock. But I don’t let myself get close. I finish rinsing off while wondering what the fuck happened to Riley?
“Darlin,” I call out, looking toward the ceiling. “You asleep?”
Quick footsteps pat the floor, then Riley is knocking on the glass at my shoulder and pressing her sketchpad flat against it, showing me her drawing.
I wipe the condensation away and lean closer.
“Can you see it?” she asks.
Oh, I see it.
It’s us. It looks just like us. We’re standing together with my hands on her hips, looking at each other and smiling. Riley’s sketches are always spot on in detail, and this one is no different, only, it is different, because this isn’t how Riley looks right now. In the sketch, her hand is cradling the lower part of her stomach.
A very rounded stomach. Riley is pregnant in this drawing.
“I want to explain,” she says, sliding the sketchpad down the glass and meeting my gaze over top. “I don’t want to have a baby this year, because we just got married and I love what we have right now. I love it just being us, CJ, and I want more of that, but I thought maybe later this year we might want to start trying. I don’t know. Maybe this summer we don’t send in the goalie? Am I saying that right?”
I smile, wiping water out of my eyes. “You mean, pull the goalie?”
“Is that the expression? I don’t really know sports.”
“Yeah, but I think it only applies to condoms when you say it like that.”
“It can still apply to my birth control. I’ll just flush the goalie down the toilet… See? That works.”
Christ, she’s so fucking cute.
“Come here.” I press on the door until it pops open.
Riley sets her sketch pad next to the sink. She’s undressed completely now. “What are you thinking?” she asks, taking the hand I hold out to her and getting inside the shower with me.
I turn us so the water hits my back and slide my hands around her smooth waist. “I’m thinking a lot of things.”
“I know we haven’t really talked about this yet, but—”
“It’s something we both want.”
She blinks up at me. Her fingers on my chest pulse. “It is. It’s not something we have to rush though.”
“I don’t think we’d be rushing it this summer. Do you?”
“No.”
I smile at her. “Then what are you even sayin’, darlin’?”
“I don’t know!” she chuckles. “I was nervous! I’ve never drawn anything like that before. And hello—tequila. I’m drunk, remember?”
“How could I forget?” I rub myself on her stomach, moaning when Riley reaches between us to grab onto me. Her fingers curl around and run the length of my shaft. “Fuck.”
“Ready?” she asks, lowering to her knees.
“Wait.” I guide her to stand again and cup her face with both hands. “I love your sketch. I can’t wait until that’s us.”
She smiles, those pretty blue eyes filling with emotion. “Me too.”
“Pull the goalie.”
“You mean, flush him…”
“I don’t give a shit what you do with him. Kill the motherfucker for all I care.”
A laugh tears out of her throat. “I love sports references now. They’re my new favorite thing.”
“Yeah?” I reach between us and grab my dick. “You wanna take one on the chin?”
Riley’s eyes go wide. “What!” She smacks my chest. “Oh, my God! Is that a sports thing?”
I laugh. “It can be…”
“Huh. Let me think of one.” Riley keeps smiling at me as she drops down to her knees. Her hand replaces mine. She licks the crown. “Shit.”
“What?”
“The only thing that’s coming to mind is something about a backfield, and that insinuates anal.”
I grin down at her. “I’m listening.”
“Shut up.”
“Suck me.”
“You act like you won or something.” Riley winks and takes me deep, sucking me to the back of her throat.
I close my eyes, feeling like the luckiest man who’s ever lived. “I did.”
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The New York Times bestselling Alabama Summer series continues in this sixth installment.
Luke and Tessa Evans are solid.
They’re crazy in love and in this forever, and now, they’re anxiously awaiting the next step.
Children.
But when month after month ticks by with nothing but disappointing news, and the stress gets too much to take, their relationship will be tested in ways it’s never been tested before.
When all they want is something they might never have, will their love for each other be enough?
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Book SIX in my Alabama Summer series belongs to Luke & Tessa! This is their sequel, and the story I was asked to write more than I am ever asked to write another book ( aside from Nolan). Luke and Tessa have been a fan favorite since 2014 when I first published All I Want. You wanted more of them, and even though I gave you bonus scenes and their part in So Much More, you still wanted more of them. And I did too. But God, was I terrified to write their sequel. For two reasons:
I didn’t want to let anyone down.
And I have been Tessa. I was Tessa, and I knew writing this story would bring up all the emotions I felt sixteen years ago.
I was nineteen when my husband and I got married. Young and healthy, and like Tessa, I couldn’t get pregnant. After trying for a year with no luck, we sought out fertility treatments and began the exhausting, emotional, and heartbreaking journey to have a baby.
Bloodwork. Tests. Ultrasounds. More tests. I couldn’t get any answers as to why I wasn’t getting pregnant, and that was the most frustrating, agonizing time of my life. I kept thinking my husband would be better off with a wife who “wasn’t broken.” I felt like I was letting him down on top of letting myself down, because it just wasn’t happening for us. And when you’ve wanted kids of your own since you were a little girl, it fucking sucks going through something like that. I can’t tell you how many times I was close to giving up.
But I didn’t.
I somehow held onto hope (I credit Mr. Daniels here. He was truly incredible during all of this.) and three years later when I was twenty-two, I gave birth to twins through IVF.
Now, the experience I had with IVF wasn’t easy. Every complication that could’ve happened, happened, but I won’t get into that here. To be honest, I don’t even think about any of that anymore when I look at my kids. I knew then, I would’ve done anything to have them, and I did.
Writing Tessa’s journey and having it mirror my own in so many ways tested me as a writer. I’ve never written something this personal before, and it was impossible keeping my own emotions out of this and only feeling what Tessa and Luke were feeling. When they would argue, I would think ‘maybe I should pull this back a little’ but then I would immediately silence that thought, because it was so, very real. I could picture my husband and I squaring off and taking our anger and sadness out on each other. I could hear Tessa’s dialogue coming out of my own mouth because I’ve said it all.
So, I didn’t change a thing. I wanted Luke & Tessa’s journey to be as authentic as possible, and I wanted you to feel it as much as they did. And I much as I did.
I hope you enjoy this story. God, do I hope that. It would mean so much to me for you to check it out. Settle back into #BamaBoy world with me. It’s so good here.
To everyone who has been waiting for Luke & Tessa to finally get everything they’ve always wanted, I wrote this story for you.
To everyone who was touched by Luke & Tessa’s journey, who saw moments of their own life in the pages, I wrote this story for you.
To everyone who is going through something similar, I wrote this story for you.
To nineteen year old Jessica, I wrote this story for you.
Benjamin Kelly. World’s biggest dickhead.
Mia hates him with a fury and has no desire to ever see him again. When she decides to start her summer off with a bang and finally give away her v-card, she unknowingly hands it over to the one guy that excelled at making her life miserable, learning a valuable lesson in the process.
Always get the name of the guy you’re going home with.
Ben can’t get the girl he spent one night with out of his head. When she leaves him the next morning, he thinks he’ll never see her again. Until he sees her lounging by the pool with his sister.
Mia is determined to hate Ben, even though she can’t forget him.
Ben is determined to prove he’s not the same guy he used to be.
What happens when the one person you wish never existed becomes the one person you can’t imagine being without?
My New York Times bestselling Sweet Addiction series is now LIVE in Kindle Unlimited! If you’ve a lover of smoking hot romantic comedies, this series is for you. Read Dylan & Reese’s complete story in Sweet Addiction & Sweet Possession, and follow Brooke & Mason (YES! The hot Aussie from All I Want) in the sexy standalone novel, Sweet Obsession!
Thank you so much for all your love and support, and for being the best readers EVER.
Happy reading!
xo, Jessica
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Wedding hookups never amount to anything.
Those who partake in this wicked little activity know the rules. Get in. Get laid. Get out. There’s no expectation of a relationship. It is what it is.
Dylan Sparks knows the rules. She’s familiar with the protocol. And she engages in the best sex of her life with a complete stranger at her ex-boyfriend’s wedding.
Reese Carroll doesn’t care about the rules. He wants more than just one night with Dylan.
And Dylan finds him too addicting to pass up.
Sweet Addiction is the story of one woman’s struggle to keep things casual, and one man’s desire to never let her go.
A sassy, in-your-face baker. A panty-stealing, dirty-talking accountant. And a bathroom quickie that changed their lives forever.
Wedding hookups never amount to anything.
Unless that hookup knocks you on your ass.
For Dylan Sparks and Reese Carroll, the big day can’t arrive soon enough. Dylan, stressed to the max from overbearing mothers and last minute preparations, struggles to keep her sanity. As for Reese, he’s fighting to not only keep his bride-to-be safe from creepy investors, but also to make it to the actual wedding day without losing his mind in the process.
Throw in a crazy group of friends, and a bachelor/bachelorette party weekend getaway, and you have a recipe for the sweetest wedding of the year.
Reese Carroll and Dylan Sparks cordially invite you to read Sweet Possession.
Everyone knows Brooke Wicks loves to have a good time.
She’s not interested in getting serious, settling down, or limiting herself to one man. So when she meets the sexy, irresistible Mason King, she sees another opportunity to let loose and go wild. But the gorgeous Aussie isn’t interested in just a quick fling with Brooke, and if she wants to get into his bed, she’s going to have to do it on his terms.
Loving fast and hard has always been Mason’s philosophy.
He doesn’t want a meaningless connection, he wants it all, and he wants it with Brooke. When she makes her one desire known—to hit it and quit it—Mason wages a plan to ensure Brooke keeps coming back for more. Or so he hopes.
Getting her attention was the easy part. Keeping it might be damn near impossible.
Sweet Obsession is where the Sweet Addiction series meets the Alabama Summer series.
Dearest readers,
I hate bad news and I hate letting you down even more. A lot of you might have seen my recent social media posts about my father in-law who passed away last weekend. This hit my family really hard. Even though this was something we had been anticipating due to his declining health over the past year, I have discovered it is impossible to prepare for the death of a parent. Right now, my family needs me, and unfortunately this means that I am going to have to cancel two of my upcoming signings I was really looking forward to: Apollycon and Wicked Book Weekend.
This was not an easy decision. When I accept an invitation to a signing, I have every intention on attending. Unfortunately, things happen that are out of my control. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to me over the past several weeks in regards to my family. My husband and I have truly appreciated your kind words and prayers during this time.
I am sorry for disappointing anyone with my decision. I hope you will understand why I had to make this call.
xo,
Jessica
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the Dirty Deeds series. {Read More}
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