Twelve Days of Christmas Cheer is finally here!!

I am so excited! Guess what is finally here? Yes! Twelve Days of Christmas Cheer! Jane Blythe and I have been planning this event since the summer, and we are so excited we get to have some Christmassy fun with you!

If you’re wondering what the heck this event is, it’s to celebrate the release of our Christmas novels, Mistletoe Magic and Christmas Hostage, which releases on December 1, 2017. Eek! Which is only twelve days away!

Be sure to check out the event every day for the next twelve days for some great prizes and fun!

Let’s kick off this event!!

On the first day of Christmas, Amanda and Jane gave to me… Go check out the event to find out! *chuckles*

Twelve Days of Christmas Cheer


Oh, and our novels are available for preorder for only $.99!

Mistletoe Magic (A Holiday Romance Novel – Book 2)

Preorder for $.99


Christmas Hostage (Christmas Romantic Suspense Book 1)

Preorder for $.99



Short reads for shorter days…

Eek! You know what’s fast approaching? Yep! The end of the year, which means I’m rushing right now to get my Goodreads reading goal finished! Less than 25 books to go for me, and I know I can do it! How are you on your challenge, if you made one, that is? lol

Well, I am a fast reader, but I’m also super busy right now, and the holidays are almost here and time is just kinda running out. So, what is a great solution to that?! Short stories!!! I’ve written a few myself, and they are always so much fun to write. But there are also some other amazing authors who write some spectacular short stories, and we are here to help you reach your goal!

Sometimes life just gets busy, you’re planning for the holidays, you’re Christmas shopping, and you wanna complete that goal, but you just don’t have the time. Short stories are the perfect solution, and yes, they totally count in your Goodreads challenge. A story is a story!

To help you succeed in your goal, check out these awesome short stories below and hit that challenge with time to spare! You have lots of genres to pick from, so if you’re not just into romance (say what?!) *chuckles* you can grab a different book, like sci-fi, fantasy, elf erotica (yep, you read that right!), and so much more. You won’t be disappointed

So without further ado, here are a few short read recommendations from some wonderful indie authors:

Amanda Siegrist

(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

Jane Jago

(Also available through Kindle Unlimited)
(Pre-order for release on Dec 1st)

Bea Cannon

(All above also available through other ebook retailers such as Kobo & Nook)

Dwayne Fry

(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

Kathryn Meyer Griffith

(Also available through other ebook retailers such as Kobo & Nook)

Lyra Shanti

(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

V.M. Sawh

(Also available through Kindle Unlimited)

David M. Kelly

Atoll 99
(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

Kimelene Carr

(Also available through Kindle Unlimited)

C.B. Archer

Fallin 99
(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

Christina McMullen

 Dissonant 99
(All above are available through Kindle Unlimited)

Flash Fiction Friday…Christmas style!

Lol. We’re getting excited for the holidays in this house! Love this weeks prompt! Merry Christmas!!

Prompt ~ Happy Holidays

He couldn’t shake the nerves as he grabbed the small box he hid on his side of the closet and met his girlfriend, Mandy, in the kitchen where she was preparing a turkey for the dinner tonight they had planned with their friends and family.

His hands were clammy. His fingers tense as they gripped the box so tightly. His knees even felt like they wanted to collapse in on him, sending him to the ground in a heap.

But he could do this. He wanted to do this. It was time. Way past time, he finally did this.

She was the one.

He planned to show her in the best way he knew how.

Well, if his nerves would settle down.

“What are you doing silly? All the presents should be under the tree. Quit messing with stuff and help me set the table.”

Will couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but stare at the woman he loved in awe. She was always hopping and bopping around the house, picking things up, organizing and reorganizing her books until she had everything just the way she liked it, scrapbooking, a favorite pastime of hers, keeping their finances up to date, cooking meals she just had to try that she found on Pinterest. She never slowed down. Even now, she was rushing around the kitchen trying to make everything look and taste perfect, which he had no doubt it would, and what was he doing? Standing like an idiot, just staring at her, because his nerves were invading his body, paralyzing him.

“Will?” Wrinkles started to crease her forehead as she stepped closer and grabbed his free hand, no doubt feeling the tiny tremors that coated his entire body. “What’s the matter? You’re scaring me.”

“I…will…here.” He shoved his hand out that held the box, almost too abruptly, because the corner of the box hit her stomach.

“Can’t we wait to open all the presents when everyone gets here?”


One tiny, delectable eyebrow slowly rose as she squeezed his hand once, then let go and took the box from him. He couldn’t have been more relieved than when she did that. He didn’t like knowing she could feel his terror. This shouldn’t be so hard to do, and he didn’t want her to know how hard it was for him. He didn’t want her to get the wrong impression from that. He wanted this. He wanted her.

She took her time taking the wrapping paper off that took him over thirty minutes to wrap since he wanted it to look perfect. She always made sure everything she did was absolute perfection. He wanted to give her the same thing, although he was afraid it was a terrible wrapping job. The tape kept getting stuck when he tried to hold the paper in place while tearing a piece of tape off, then it would tangle into a mess where he’d have to let go of the wrapping paper to untangle it, then the paper never folded the way he wanted to and the tape got messed up again. It had been a never-ending battle that he lost. His present was definitely not wrapped as pretty as she always did it.

The wrapping paper drifted to the floor as a plain brown box was revealed. She removed the tape that held the two flaps of the box closed and opened it up. The happiness in her eyes had been worth all his backbreaking work at wrapping the present in the first place. He’d do it all again just to see that beautiful light in her eyes.

“I can’t believe you bought this.”

He chuckled as she pulled out the penguin she had seen in the display window the same day she gave him the tickets to the hockey game. The penguin had on a Santa hat with a big, bright red bow around its neck.

“Push its hand.” He gestured to the left side with a smile, anticipating her cute little laughter and the way she always jumped up and down when something really excited her.

Mandy pushed the button on its hand and did exactly as he predicted, jumped up and down as a bout of giggles escaped.

Jiggle to the left. Jiggle to the right. Let’s boogie to the Christmas tune and have a merry night! Happy Holidays!

He pushed that dumb button so much he knew the song and could sing it by heart. Even heard it in his dreams. The second he walked into the store and played it, he knew she’d adore it.

“OMG! Does it dance?” She rushed to the counter and set it down and pushed the button again. The penguin shuffled across the counter to the song. “I love it.”

He snatched a kiss, considering she didn’t give him much more than a peck as her attention went right back to the penguin.

He thought his nerves couldn’t get any worse. But they did. Because she didn’t notice the most important thing about the penguin. And now he’d have to point it out.

“So…ummm…you like it?”

She scoffed playfully. “Like it? I love it. You totally could’ve given this to me when everyone got here, though.”

Rubbing a hand behind his neck, he glanced to the floor, then right back to her. “Not really. I wanted this to just be me and you.” He cleared this throat, rubbing his hand a little harder against his neck. “Just…look at the bowtie a little more. It’s…crooked.”

“No, it’s not.” She laughed as she picked up the penguin and touched the bow. As soon as he knew she saw it, which wasn’t hard to miss since her jaw literally dropped, he bent down on one knee in front of her.

He blew out a tiny breath as he waited for her to turn his way. When she did, his voice came out in almost a whisper, his nerves dominating once again. “I love you, Mandy. Every single thing about you, even when you call me a butt and I deserve it. I honestly can’t imagine my life without you. The only thing I want for Christmas this year is the word yes.” He hesitated, then said, “Will you marry me?”

She plucked the ring that he had carefully placed in the bow, which hadn’t been an easy feat, especially since he didn’t want it to fall out. It slid onto her finger effortlessly.





#coverreveal for Dreams Collide by Kristina Beck

Are you ready for book 2 in the amazing Collide series? I read book one, Lives Collide, and it was soooo good! And the cover is amazingly beautiful in book 1, so this book did not disappoint! So gorgeous and original! Check it out!

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💜 Dreams Collide – Collide Series Book Two 💜 by Kristina Beck

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Releases December 5, 2017

◊ Note: This novel can be read as a standalone. ◊

Tina craves adventure, food, and her new client, restaurant owner Gerry.

At sixteen, Tina was full of energy, fearless, and desperate to get out of New Jersey. But her dreams shattered when her mother died tragically. She was thrust into the role of mothering her family while hiding the horrible truth of that day.

Now that Tina feels she’s paid her penance, she wants to rediscover the ambitious girl she used to be. With her new dream job and a move to Hoboken, it’s her time to spread her wings. Tina’s first client is a restaurant owner who tempts her—not only with food but with himself. She’d felt this kind of attraction only once before in college and is flooded with memories of an unforgettable kiss. One of her biggest regrets.

Gerry desires anonymity, a new life, and the beautiful website designer Tina.

Gerry fled Germany to escape the destruction of his reputation. After months of staying under the radar, he opens a restaurant in New York City. When he hires a website design firm, Gerry finds himself working closely with Tina—whom he had a taste of years ago and now finds a sweet indulgence.

Even as they admit their attraction to each other, an unexpected circumstance threatens to separate them again. Will their love be strong enough to give up their dreams? Or will someone be left behind?

Meet Kristina Beck!

Author Bio:

A Jersey girl herself, Kristina was born and raised in New Jersey, USA, for thirty years. She later moved to Germany and has lived there for over thirteen years with her German husband and three children. She lives in the farthest southwest tip of Germany, surrounded by beautiful vineyards and a perfect view of the Black Forest. She is an avid reader of different genres, but romance always takes precedence. She loves coffee, dark chocolate, power naps, and ’80s movies. Her hobbies include writing, reading, fitness, wine tasting, and forever trying to improve her German-language skills.

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Finally some Flash Fiction!

I finally finished my flash today! Hey, better late than never, right? lol I hope you enjoy it. I did continue from last weeks flash. Enjoy!

Prompt ~ She dyed her hair.

Trying not to sulk like a sour child, she followed Will, her annoying boyfriend at the moment, into the bar to the table where their friends sat.

“Whoa! What did you…wow…” Scott said as his words trailed off and laughter took its place.

“She dyed her hair.” Will chuckled merrily as he pulled a chair out for her to take a seat, as if he was some charming boyfriend.


He was not charming or amusing or getting lucky tonight.

And she could only blame herself. She put herself in this position. That’s what she gets for making a bet with him and losing. Damn him.

Betsy, Scott’s girlfriend, took a few strands of her hair and lifted it gently as she smiled. “I love it. It looks so beautiful. But why did you dye your hair purple?”

Yep. Purple. That’s how horrible of a bet she made with him.

She hated purple. Hated it. Just thinking about the ugly color made her want to puke.

“It was a stupid bet.”

“Ah, now, sweetheart, you know you had fun. It was a killer game. You gotta admit it.” Will tossed an arm around her instead of taking his own seat. She hated that she wanted to scoot closer to him rather than push him away. She was supposed to be mad at him, not let his stinking charm suck her in.

She so did not want to admit how amazing the hockey game had been. The look on his face when she surprised him with tickets last week, to the handsome smile on his face when they sat down in their seats with the spectacular view was simply incredible.

He loved his Penguins. His hockey was something that could’ve been a deal breaker with their relationship. If she didn’t mind, and actually enjoy watching hockey, she knew they would’ve never dated as long as they had. He insisted on watching every game, and she never complained. She should get a ‘best girlfriend’ award for that.

There they were, enjoying the game, the atmosphere, the crowd, the cheering, and most of all, she was enjoying getting all the digs in she could because the Penguins were losing. A little cruel to a man who loves his team? Yes. So worth it when he left the toilet seat up for the fiftieth time and her ass fell into the bowl without warning? Of course. How many times could she remind the man to put the seat down? He deserved all the ribbing about his precious team losing.

So when there was a minute left to the game and they were down by three points, she figured there was no way they’d come back and win. He threw out a bet they would, and if they did, she had to dye her hair purple. If they lost, he had to cook dinner and clean the house for a month straight, instead of sharing the chores. She jumped on it.

And she lost the bet. With less than a minute left in the game. She couldn’t believe it.

Now she had purple hair until the dumb color washed out. It was going to be the longest month of her life. She was hoping it didn’t last that long.

When she still hadn’t responded to him, or even offered a smile, he wrapped his arms tighter around her and leaned in until his lips were inches from her ear. “Ah, Mandy, sweetheart, you know I love you. Don’t be mad. You might hate purple, but you look gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.”

This was why she fell head over heels for him. He always knew the right thing to say, and how to say it. In such a smooth and captivating tone that always melted her heart on the spot.

Maybe he would be getting lucky tonight. She was suddenly very horny.

“I love you, too.” She offered a small, seductive smile. “But you’re still a butt.”

He laughed before claiming her lips in a tender kiss that spoke of such promises for later.


Flash Friday!

A new month…and it’s one more month closer to Christmas! So exciting! I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and got lots of candy! Yum! Yum! I hope you enjoyed the month of October’s flashes, but I am moving on this week with some new stuff. This one probably won’t be an on-going story, but it was fun. I’m also not a huge hockey fan, but I enjoyed going to high school and college games when I was younger. It would be super cool to go to a NHL game as well, but I really don’t watch it on TV. Anyhoos, I hope you enjoy this weeks flash fiction!

Prompt ~ I see a penguin.

“OMG,” she shrieked as she stopped walking, “I see a penguin.”

He started glancing around, excitement coursing through him, unalarmed he almost knocked her down when she abruptly stopped.

“Where? Do you have a pen on you?

The happy glow on her face slowly morphed into confusion. She let out a low chuckle. “A pen? Why do you need a pen?”

“You said you saw someone on the Penguins. I want an autograph.”

Her entire face lit up with amusement as she let out the loudest laugh imaginable. He loved his girlfriend, but when she really let loose, she sounded like a moose dying on crack. Something he told her before, and she proceeded to increase the volume in her laughter. They were both in tears by the time they stopped laughing.

He continued to look around, excited beyond belief to meet one of the players on his favorite hockey team. While she didn’t enjoy hockey all that much, like the wonderful girlfriend she was, she watched every game with him. Because he had to watch each game.

“I don’t get it. Why are you laughing?”

She lightly grabbed his chin and turned it to the right and pointed. Sitting in the display window in front of a big Christmas tree was a stuffed penguin with a red and white Santa hat on his head.

“It’s adorable, isn’t it? I’m totally adding that to my Christmas list.” She dropped her hand and slid it into his palm, wrapping her tiny fingers around his. “Thank you for the laugh. It really brightened my day.”

Unamused by her antics, which he figured she did to him on purpose, he started walking with her once again to the restaurant they enjoyed eating at on occasion.

“Don’t be a grumpy butt now. I still love you.” She bumped his shoulder playfully as a tiny laugh filtered out.

“I’m so glad I could make you happy. You know how much I love that laugh of yours.”

He smirked lovingly at the way she cocked her eyebrow at him as if he was earning his way to the doghouse. Well, after the little stunt she pulled, he’d gladly make his way there for the night. She got him excited, just to burst it like a tiny pin to a balloon.

“It was totally cute.” A devious gleam appeared in her eyes, transforming her features from beautiful to downright breathtaking.

He loved when she got that look in her eyes. It usually indicated they were about to try something new and exciting in the bedroom. Not that they could do anything walking down a public sidewalk, but he was more than willing to skip lunch and head home for a little afternoon fun.

They stopped in front of the restaurant doors.

“I’m suddenly starving.” He knew she knew what he meant by that.

Her lips grew into a bright smile as she let go of his hand and started to dig in her purse. She pulled out two small white pieces of paper. “Me, too.”

His heart started to pound like crazy as he stared at the two front row seats to tonight’s Penguins game.

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.


Flash time!

Prompt ~ What is my favorite drink?

The sweetest, most sensual kiss of his life and it ended before it could truly begin.

Almost the sad story of his life.

He died young. Too young.

He had hopes and dreams. Perhaps not as defined as some people, but enough where he knew what he eventually wanted in life. A homestead of his own. A wife. Kids. Just a place to call home with people he loved. Something he didn’t have growing up.

Now, here he sat on the ground in the middle of a cemetery, watching a beautiful woman run away from him after a kiss he didn’t want to end. A kiss that should’ve never happened.

How did it happen? He was dead.

Very true, but he wasn’t dumb.

Springing up to his feet, he ran after her. His legs ran as hard and as fast as they could. Her strides were purposeful and quick. Not to mention, she had a head start on him. If she made it through the cemetery gates, he’d lose his chance. He’d have to pray and hope and wish she came back.

And if she didn’t?

Well, that wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate.

Just a few more large steps and he’d catch up. He could grab her arm and stop her. Kiss her again, perhaps.

Except, she ran through the gates without stopping or looking back.

He couldn’t bear to watch her run out of his view, so he kept running after her, knowing quite well once he hit the gates, he’d be forced back to his grave without warning.

Three more steps and he’d vanish, unable to see her anymore.



His legs kept running right through the gates of the cemetery.


His loud shout to her worked surprisingly. He honestly didn’t think she would’ve stopped for anything. But what was most shocking was the fact he stood on the outside of the cemetery. How? Why? What was going on?

As he watched her face morph from agony to astonishment, he didn’t care what the reason might be. She was the key to it.

She was everything.

And he wasn’t about to lose her now.

He slowly approached her.

“How…” She shook her head as she took a step back from him. “You’ve never followed me before. Don’t.”

“I’ve never been able to before. I’ve never stepped through those gates.” He grinned. “Until now. Until you.”

Her eyebrows puckered low, as if wondering why her.

Hell, he was asking himself the same damn question. But he wasn’t about to argue with the gift given to him.

He was dead. He was a ghost. He would never live a long and happy life. But fate was throwing him a tiny piece of redemption, and she stood in the center of it all. He just had to figure out what to do now.

“Please…don’t run from me.” He took a small step toward her. “I promise not to kiss you again…unless you want to.”

Hell, he was only a man. He had to throw that last bit in just in case. He really hoped she did.

“So what…you think because you can step through the cemetery gates, you’re just going to come home with me?”

She looked mystified by the prospect. He was finally free. So yeah, he wanted to go home with her. See the town. See more people. Pretend to be alive when he was anything but.

“If you’ll allow me the honor.”

A myriad of emotions touched her beautiful face. Then a slow smile emerged. “What do you like to drink?”

“What is my favorite drink?” he asked confused.

She slapped a hand to her mouth. “I forgot. You probably can’t…”

Drink. The unspoken word she couldn’t seem to say. Could he have a drink? A nice sip of whiskey sounded good.

“I didn’t think I could leave the cemetery,” he said as he took a tentative step closer to her, “or kiss a beautiful woman, but I did.”

Her small smile grew until her entire face lit up like an angel. So gorgeous. It was a picture he wanted to capture for eternity.

“Well, then. Let’s get you a drink.” She laughed merrily. “One for me, too. Because this has been the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I just kissed a ghost.”

“And?” He could see she didn’t finish that sentence.

“And I liked it. A little too much.”

Well, hallelujah. So did he.


Oh, and don’t forget to check out the Trick or Treat: Halloween Facebook Hop going on right now!

Time to Trick or Treat in the Halloween Facebook Hop!

Trick or Treat: Halloween Facebook Hop

Are you ready for some fun? Great! Because it’s time to hop around with your trick or treat basket and grab some goodies and enter some amazing giveaways!

Be sure to stop at each page and meet the wonderful hosts, both authors and bloggers, and then hit the event page at the end to enter the big monster giveaway! One lucky winner will win $25 worth of Amazon gift cards, $5 Starbucks card, the complete Detective Parker Bell series (ebook copy) by Jane Blythe, Walls of Silence (mobi copy) by Helen Pryke, Love Bites (ebook copy) by TL Clark, Witches plus bonus Witches II: Apocalypse (ebook copy) by Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Lives Collide (ebook copy) by Kristina Beck, and a Handstamped book themed keychain made by Aconite Cafe! What a giveaway!!!

Here’s the complete lineup of the hop! Start at the beginning until you reach the end! Most of all…have fun!!!

🎃 Amanda Siegrist

🎃 The Genre Minx Book Reviews

🎃 Jane Blythe

🎃 Southern Bred & Read

🎃 Kristina Beck

🎃 Aconite Cafe

🎃 Katrina Marie

🎃 Kimberly’s Hot Reads

🎃 Amber Laura

🎃 Jody Kaye

🎃 Kathryn Meyer Griffith

🎃 Helen Pryke

🎃 TL Clark

🎃 Chasing Away Reality

🎃 The Main Event Page…enter Monster giveaway here!

Happy Halloween! ♥

Flash this, baby!

Wow! What a fun and exciting day! It’s just been amazing with the release of Deserving You! Thank you so much to everyone who’s been making it the best day ever!!! Now, let’s get to the flash fiction…finally!

Prompt ~ Some people are good for the city.

“Can you feel that?”

Oh, she could feel his hand alright. It was cold, but solid.

This couldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t be able to feel anything from him. He was a ghost. A spirit. A man who should’ve crossed over to the other side a long time ago.

Yet, here they sat next to each other on the soft grass in front of her father’s grave and she could feel his hand on her cheek.

Neither made a move. He asked a question. She answered with a simple yes. Now, they both just sat staring at each other as he held his soft, chilly hand to her cheek.

His hand was like an icicle. A shiver rippled throughout her body before she could stop it. His hand fell away immediately.

“My apologies. I don’t know why I touched you.”

Their thighs still slightly touched. She liked it, even as cold as he made her feel. Just as she didn’t mind when his hand caressed her cheek.

Not wanting to make the situation more awkward, well, anymore awkward than it already was. She was talking to a ghost. Of course it was awkward! She tried to think of something to say. Yet, no words came to mind.

What do you say to a ghost?

“I’ve seen the world change around me… roaming the cemetery.” He cleared his throat as he adjusted his hat by the brim. “I don’t understand how your father died in a gunfight. I haven’t seen a gunfight, like the day I died, in a long time.”

She chuckled, even as she knew he wasn’t trying to be humorous. “My dad was a cop. A detective. He was investigating a street gang. Him and his partner got good intel about a shipment of drugs coming in, and when they showed up to make some arrests, bullets started flying. He didn’t make it home that night.”

A delicate silence split the air. A very peaceful silence, as if they were both weighing her words and letting them sink in.

“Sad to hear gangs still terrorize the area. Are there no good people left?” He cracked a grin as he met her gaze. “Your father died as I did. Defending the town from a gang. That’s just…tragic.”

She averted her eyes, glancing at her father’s grave. “Very tragic. And to answer your question. Some people are good for the city. Some make it a bad place. But no one can bring us down. We’ll always fight back.”

His grin grew until he had a full-blown smile on his face. The man was devastatingly handsome when he smiled like that. Her heart started to pitter-patter with nerves at the sight.

Why her? Why now?

She was attracted to a ghost and his handsome smile.

“I’m trying really hard here. I hope you can forgive me.”

She didn’t even try to hide her confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“About this.”

He leaned closer and brushed his lips to hers. Soft and hesitant and icy to the touch. The coldness didn’t matter to her. She wanted more from him, especially since she didn’t know if she’d ever see him again once she left the cemetery. Perhaps this was what he needed to move on. Talk about what happened. Cleanse his soul. Kiss a little. Where was the harm in that?

She increased the pressure. A cue that he took without restraint, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His tongue dipped into her mouth as her body molded to his.

It was heartbreakingly sad how well they fit together. Because they would never truly be together. Not when she was alive, and he was dead.

The thought doused her desire like a bucket of water to a flame. She broke the kiss, pushed away from him, and scrambled to her feet.

“I…I can’t do this. I can’t lose…” A cry tore from her lips. She couldn’t even finish her sentence and rushed out of the cemetery as fast as she could.



Deserving You is now live!

Eek! Look what’s finally here! Deserving You is now live and available to purchase on Amazon! And to help me celebrate and spread the word is Enticing Journey Book Promotions with a lovely release blitz! Oh, and be sure to enter the giveaway!

Title: Deserving You: Emmett & Deja

Series: A McCord Family Novel Series #3

Author: Amanda Siegrist

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 20, 2017

Deja Wilson was given a second chance. She’ll always be grateful to Sophie for her kindness. Now, they’re best friends. The McCords, including Emmett, only like her for Sophie’s sake. It doesn’t stop her from wishing things were different, that she could have a good man like Emmett. When her brother is released from prison and arrested again the same day, she knows Emmett will never want a woman like her. Especially when he learns the truth about why her brother was sent to prison. It doesn’t matter anyway. She doesn’t deserve him.

Emmett McCord has wanted Deja since the moment he met her, despite how she came into their lives. It didn’t take long for him, and the family, to forgive her and see just what kind of woman she is. Strong. Determined. Remorseful. Faithful to a fault. He wants to declare his feelings, but he knows she’ll resist him. He can’t risk losing her friendship. When her brother walks back into her life, causing her pain, he’s done keeping his feelings to himself. He wants her, and she’ll just have to get used to it.

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“I don’t date. I just screw ‘em and leave ‘em,” Deja said with a nasty smirk.

Moving closer, his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “You’re lying.” He rubbed his thumbs across her hands some more as she trembled in his arms. “Talk to me, Deja. Really talk. Just tell me what happened today.”

He kissed her neck below her ear and pulled away. Her eyes would tell him everything he needed to know. And they did. The desire reflected in the depths of her eyes, as did the awe. He had the distinct feeling she never felt true passion before. He’d be more than happy to show her—after she told him what happened.

Just as swiftly, the desire disappeared. “Don’t, Emmett. Just don’t.” Her features turned hard as she stared him down with the evil eye he knew so well.

Deflection. That’s what that look was. He had learned the ins and outs of her so well. The last nine months had given him plenty of time to learn her quirks. She was truly a soft-hearted person inside. Her hard persona was an act. So much anguish she held inside.

“Don’t what, Deja? Don’t try to be a friend? Don’t hold you like you matter to me? Don’t let you see how much I care about you? Don’t make you talk? I don’t listen very well sometimes. Get used to it.”

“Excuse me?” One brow rose as she pursed her lips.

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers. She trembled at the touch. He didn’t mind giving her little tastes of how good it could be if they were together. She’d give in eventually. She’d talk and then he would show her how much he cared about her.

“I said get used to it.” His lips made one more light sweep across her delectable mouth. “I can see you’re hurting. Something bad happened today—besides the car accident—and I want to help. I’ll show you real desire as soon as you talk to me. I’ve wanted you for a long time. It’s nice to know you want me, too. So, get used to it. Get used to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want you. I just want sex,” she scoffed, as if she were trying to make it sound believable. He knew better.

“You’re so cute when you try to lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Did I ever tell you that you have such gorgeous eyes? They sparkle like the deep blue ocean.” He smiled. “When you lie, they flash a shade of purple. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s so damn beautiful.”

“Let me go, Emmett.”

He didn’t release his hold. If anything, he held her hands tighter. “Did I ever tell you that I love how you say my name? The nickname you gave me just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

“Stop it.”

“Did I ever tell you that you look so adorable when you’re trying to look hard and tough? But you know what? You’re a softie. So sweet and delicate.”

“Knock it off.”

“Did I ever tell you—”

“Shut up, Emmett!”

“Did I ever tell you—”

She let out a mangled cry that cut his words right off. Burying her head into his chest, her tears soaked right through him. They were fast and rough. So much pain it broke his heart.

He let go of her hands and wrapped her as tightly as he possibly could. “You don’t have to do things alone anymore, Deja.”

(Copyright © Amanda Siegrist 2017)





I love anything that has to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper. I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home mom. When I’m not hanging out with my wonderful family, I’m writing a sweet contemporary romance or a romantic suspense that keeps you guessing until the end. I have a few more amazing stories in the works. If you would like to connect with me or see important news, head to my website at Or you can also check out my Facebook Page or follow me on Twitter (@amanda_siegrist). Thanks for reading!