Series: World Class Wrestling #2
Author: Jacob Chance
Cover Designer: Sybil from PopKitty Design
Genre: Sports Romance/New Adult
Release Date: April 12th, 2019
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Two years. That’s the amount of time I’ve wasted lusting after Wyatt Douglas.
He had me the moment he roared up on his bike and flashed his charismatic smile my way. I wanted to jump on, wrap my arms around him, and ride off into the sunset.
Then my brother introduced him as his friend and crushed my short lived happily ever after.
To make matters worse, we work together at World Class Wrestling and our storylines are intertwined. I have a strict rule I’ve always adhered to; never mix business with pleasure.
But with each moment we spend together, avoiding that carefully drawn line is becoming more difficult.
There’s an ongoing rumble between my heart and my head. Which one will win out in the end?
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Greyson East left his mark on me.
As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near.
Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.
When my wish came true, it was nothing like I imagined.
I couldn’t have known when I took the nanny position that it would be his children I looked after, that my new boss would be that boy I used to know, that boy who was now a man—a cold, lonely, detached man.
The smile and laugh I had loved so much were gone, now distant memories. Every part of him was covered in a fresh pain.
When he realized who I was, he made me promise to do my job and my job only.
He made me promise not to try to get to know him, not to recall the memories I’d treasured all this time.
But, sometimes, I saw the boy I’d once known in his stormy eyes. I saw the Greyson who smiled and laughed, who had stolen a young girl’s heart, and there was no doubt in my mind that this boy was worth fighting for.
I was given a second chance with the one who’d left his mark on me. All I hoped was that somehow I’d leave a mark on his soul, too.
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Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies.
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Breaking the Brat by Karma Kingsley
“Like everyone else here, you came to get fucked.” He spat the word out so roughly that it made me tremble.
He tucked his hand around the back of my neck and gave it a harsh squeeze. I nearly purred in response, leaning into his grip.
“Didn’t you?” he asked, tightening his fingers around my nape. I was certain I’d have the outline of his hand on me before the night was done.
“Didn’t you?” he asked again more shortly.
I hadn’t. I hadn’t really known why I’d come, aside from Naomi’s relentless nagging. But now, in that moment, it was definitely to get fucked. Specifically, fucked by him. In the most agonizing way.
“I asked you a question,” he bit.
“I heard you,” I snapped back. His intensity turned me on, but it also triggered a disturbing need to be a brat, to see just how far I could push. Just how much he was willing to do to me.
A slow, terrifying smile spread on his lips. “And you think not answering me is an option?” His grip squeezed tighter, so tight my neck throbbed under each individual finger wrapped around it. “It isn’t.”
I shrugged as much as I could, even though his hold kept me mostly in place. “Seems like it is to me.”
“You have three seconds to tell me.” He yanked my head to the side and leaned to speak closely into my ear. “Did you come here to get fucked?” He said each word deliberately, and it set my whole body on fire.
Yes, yes, yes. But I wouldn’t say that out loud. If he wanted to hear it, he’d have to make me say it.
“One,” he said, and the sound of him counting made my nipples tighten. God, I couldn’t wait for whatever happened when he got to three.
“I can tell you aren’t going to let me be gentle with you.” His lips brushed against my ear and I vibrated under his touch.
I rolled my eyes and he grinned a twisted sort of grin.
“Your safe word is red. Only use it if you need it.”
I smacked my lips. “I don’t need a—”
Lily Barlow: The Mystery of Jane Dough is Carla Vergot’s debut novel. Congrats! Thank you for taking the time out of your day and answering my questions. I appreciate it very much.
Here is a blurb about her book.
Quirky Lily Barlow idolizes the fictional bounty hunter Stephanie Plum from the Janet Evanovich series and longs for that kind of freewheeling lifestyle―a life where she makes her own rules. The problem is, there are no criminals or noteworthy crimes to speak of in her small and stifling hometown of Marshall, VA.
As a fallback, the plucky college student plans to escape
Yawnsville, where she was born and raised, by pursuing a degree at the University of Virginia. To her, the fact that she has switched majors multiple times and remains currently undecided is not at all important. However, to her consternation, those college plans are put on hold when she is called home to help resuscitate her family’s business, Poppy’s Bakery, after her father suffers a heart attack.
First things first. She doesn’t want anybody jumping to the conclusion that she’s coming home for good; she didn’t get the baking gene, and she reliably burns anything she puts in an oven. Still, you can see how people would assume she would take over for her dad. To squash that rumor before it becomes historic record, she rents a little efficiency garage on the edge of town.
Her new landlady, Miss Delphine Walker, is a senior spitfire in floral print. She’s stubborn, independent, and knows her mind. Sure, she and her dog, Velcro, are likable enough, but Lily has a vivid imagination and a knack for turning everyday occurrences into true crime plots. It’s pretty clear to her that this old bat is hiding something. Lily jumps from one crazy conclusion to the next until finally determining that Miss Delphine is a murderer―and the body may or may not be buried on her property.
Upon settling into her new, temporary place, Lily throws herself a royal pity-party, complete with confetti. She has a little too much tequila, and on the advice of her good friend Mercedes, tries to research dough as a way to connect with the family bakery in a more zen-like way. In the process, she stumbles across an online clearing house for records of murder victims that the cops have not been able to identify. With a love of the macabre, it doesn’t take long before Lily is fully immersed in the details of these unidentified dead bodies.
She revisits one particular case over and over and becomes convinced she knows the person. Suddenly, her single-minded goal of getting the bakery running grows a few more legs. Feeling honor-bound to give a name to the woman in the profile, she launches her own little investigation. When choosing between excitement and personal safety, she always comes down on the side of the first one, taking a lackadaisical approach to the second one. That’s okay, though, because she has Jack Turner for the personal safety piece.
Ah, good ol’ Jack Turner. In addition to being a mechanic, firefighter, and poster boy for preparedness, Jack has been Lily’s best friend since kindergarten. She hates that he likes to micromanage every single cotton-pickin’ thing she does. It’s annoying but done out of brotherly love so she has come to accept his involvement in her life.
Out of nowhere, Jack takes this opportunity to lob another red rubber ball into this crazy dodgeball tournament with a revelation that throws Lily completely off her game. Jack apparently wants something more. Something more? Like what? Lily wonders. A second helping of mashed potatoes?
While offering his support and assistance in the area of the quasi-investigation, Jack begins to pursue Lily romantically. Lily is diametrically opposed to this turn of events and fears any romantic dalliance will sabotage their long friendship.
The friendship is not the only thing at stake. If she gets sucked into a relationship, it could ultimately derail her dreams of escaping the small town. One of Jack’s personality traits, aka character flaws, has always been perseverance. Lily knows it won’t be easy to keep him at arm’s length, but she’s dealt with him all her life, so she’s up to the challenge.
As she juggles the bakery and boy drama, Lily throws herself into the mystery of the murder victim, coming up with a plan to prove the identity of the woman.
- What inspired you to write your book Lily Barlow: The Mystery of Jane Dough?
1) If I don’t like the envelope that goes with the birthday card I’m buying, I’ll swap it out for a better color.
2) I floss.
3) I will not, under any circumstances or for any amount of money, bait my own hook.
4) I’m a terrible speller.
Intrigued? Dying to know if you guessed the lie? Email me! My address is contact@CarlaVergot.com. I’ll tell you which three are true.
Regarding the rest of my biography, it’s hard for me to figure out what people want to know. And as much as I like lists, I hate it when the bio starts sounding like one long grocery list of milestones, events and accomplishments. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe milestones make for good biographies, but for now, I’ll just stick to Three Truths and a Lie.