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I stumble, my thoughts crowding in too much for me to pay attention to my feet. I trip on empty air and pitch forward. A strong arm bands across my chest before I can fall, and I find myself engulfed in a scent I thought I’d never experience again. Because it is an experience. Arlo Noble smells like heaven. For an instant—the barest second—I feel the heat of his arm against my chest and I remember just how much I enjoyed having his arms around me that night. Then he retreats, his hand moving to my shoulder to steady me. It’s an impersonal touch, and it makes every inch of me flush hot. *** NEW RELEASE! FREE in Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B96254XK

Laura’s lips curl into a sympathetic smile, the first I’ve seen. “Mr. Noble has that effect on people, but don’t worry, he’s a softie underneath.” Oh, there’s nothing soft about my new boss. As I am well aware. *** NEW RELEASE! FREE in Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B96254XK

Single mom Mia is in a bad spot. Her rent went up, her dating prospects are dire, and her ex-husband just dropped a bomb on her: he’s coming back to town to meet his daughter. Then, a knight in shining armor appears. Grumpy, growly Des–the landlord who hiked her rent so high she’s nearly broke–offers her a solution. A fake date to his family’s Thanksgiving reunion, and Mia’s rent troubles will go away. Conveniently, she’ll have an excuse to be out of town for the holiday her ex-husband wanted to crash. Listen, she’s not afraid of meeting her ex. She’s just resourceful. So, she packs her daughter and herself, and heads across the country to meet the family…and pretend to be in love with the man who’s draining her bank account. It couldn't be any worse than facing her ex…right? *** Read Dirty Little Midlife (fake) Date FREE in Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BJK9Q6W8

Heart’s Cove might not be so bad, judging by this vision in a wet T-shirt. Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t even cover it. This guy looks like he belongs in every forty-something woman’s secret dream, not in a sleepy town called Heart’s Cove. He’s broad, and by the way his wet shirt clings to his chest, I can tell he’s packing serious muscle. My eyes sweep over the curves of his pecs and shoulders, down his arms and over his trim waist. Snapping my eyes back up before they reach dangerous territory, I see a hint of a smile on his full lips. “Um, hi,” I stammer, standing up as I brush my hands down my navy wrap dress. The back of it is soaked. My dress clings to me as much as his shirt hugs him, and I catch my mystery man’s eyes heating as they take me in. A strange kind of warmth knots in the pit of my stomach as I tuck a strand of black-brown hair behind my ear. I gulp, still staring at my savior. He has dark hair and rich, tan skin with two patches of grey hair above his temples. The rest of his hair is piled to one side in short, loose curls, one of which slides down across his forehead. I watch in fascination as he lifts a broad hand to sweep the stray piece of hair back, his grey-blue eyes still studying me. Is he even real? I’m not sure people this good-looking exist in real life. Maybe I finally snapped after the last horrendous fifteen months. The geyser in the parking lot was the last straw. Something in Bertha’s engine fumes has turned my b