HAPPY RELEASE DAY, EMBER LEIGH!!!!
Make Me Loose
Book 1, A Bayshore Novel
Grayson Daly and I aren’t just rivals.
We’re enemies.
Born minutes apart on the same day in the
same hospital, our parents thought this meant we were somehow destined to be
together. We knew were we just destined to beat
each other.
Competition boiled over until junior year,
when the cold war turned into an unexpected peace offering. Maybe my hormones
allowed me to notice his broad shoulders, stormy gray-blue eyes, and soccer
star’s chiseled frame. But after I fell for him…he stomped all over my heart.
Ten years later, I’m at the top of the
realty game in Bayshore and Grayson is just a distant memory. Until he shows up
from NYC, his ego bigger than a skyscraper, and asks me to sell the house he
recently inherited.
It’s easy to say no. Even though I want to
climb him like the jungle gyms we used to dangle from in strong arm battles.
But I forgot that Gray doesn’t take no for
an answer. And that he isn’t content unless he’s defeating me.
He butts into my evenings on the boat.
Ropes me into water skiing battles. Even shows up at the bar and creates a
scene when I’m scouting a date to the upcoming Bicentennial Ball.
It’s almost like he’s gunning to win me.
But if he wins, that means I lose.
And I’m not ready to cede victory just yet.
MAKE ME LOSE is a laugh-out-loud small-town
rom-com set in a fictional town in the Midwest, right on the shores of Lake
Erie! Get to know the Daly brothers of Bayshore (all five of them!) One-click the
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ABOUT EMBER LEIGH:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance
novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently
resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an
Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also
writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free
time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of
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EXCERPT:
“You
can drop me off here.”
“Hazel, I’m seeing this through.” I step up to
her door, hoisting her up on my back one last time. “You know I can’t see our
friends again and tell them I didn’t drop you off inside your house after your
water-skiing injury.”
She
grumbles but fishes a key out of her purse. I bend so she can reach the lock.
The door swings open, revealing a spacious, two-story great room. Everything is
as immaculate as a showroom, yet distinctly lived in.
“Nice.”
I head to the couch and come to my knees so she can slide off. Once I’m gazing
back into those mossy green eyes, I can barely remember what I’m supposed to be
doing here.
“What?”
she asks.
“Your
house. It’s exactly what I would expect.”
Hazel
seems to have softened a little. Her lips curl up at the edges. “Thanks, I
think.”
I
push my palm over the edge of her couch, dangerously close to her knee. She
crosses her ankles as she settles back into the cushions. My fingertips brush
her skin, and I meet her gaze again.
And
damn, if the way she’s looking at me right now isn’t making every inch of my
body come to attention. Electricity snaps between us; the air grows taut. I
trail my fingers over her kneecap, then trace that sensitive hollow behind. Her
breath hitches.
So
the unshakeable Hazel can be shaken by Gray, even ten years later.
“What
are you trying to do?” she asks, a lazy tone to her voice. Like she’s caught
somewhere between a dream and distraction.
My
heart hammers as my gaze drifts up the sun-kissed expanse of her thigh.
Fingertips sizzling from the contact, I trace a slow, invisible pattern over
her knee.
I
want to be honest with her. I’m trying to fucking kiss her. To reduce this
tension in my chest by a fraction. To see if she’ll let me spend the rest of
the evening at her side, getting lost in the past as much as the present.
“You
know what I’m trying to do,” I say, enjoying the goosepimples blossoming
beneath my touch. She’s never been good at fully convincing me she doesn’t like
me. Hazel talks a good game, but I know her weaknesses. The area behind her
kneecap might as well be an earlobe. I swipe my middle finger over that dip
again, watching as her nostrils flare.
“Taking
advantage of the woman you mortally wounded out on the lake?” She lifts a brow,
but her gaze is on my hand.
I
scoff and move my hand away from her. My skin protests the decision. And
apparently she does, too. She moves her knee closer to me. My gaze snags on
that scrap of fabric covering her pussy—that sweet heat I’d been lucky enough
to know once upon a time.
The
ball’s in my court right now. I don’t know what to do with so much power. I
wonder if she realizes that she lost. The evidence is her prickled skin. Her
flushed chest. Her green eyes boring a hole through me.
“There’s
nothing wrong with being nice to my new realtor,” I say. It’s a struggle to
hide the evil grin that wants to overtake my face, but I manage. I push away
from the couch after summoning every last ounce of willpower. “You good here? Or
do you need more help tending your loser wounds?”
And
then Hazel cocks her head at me, eyes shrinking to slits.
But
I see the things she’s trying to hide the most.
Like
the start of a smile on those pretty lips.
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