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NEW UNIQUE ROMANCE: Thicker Than Water by Dylan Allen (Free on Kindle Unlimited

10/6/2017

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Dylan Allen brings us a sexy, unique and enthralling romance in Thicker than Water.   
You don't want to miss Reese and Lucia's story in this NEW 99cent release!

Meet Reese in Lucia in a dual point of view excerpt

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Lucía
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
    His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
    His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
    “Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
    “Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
    “Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
    His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
    The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
    As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
    And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
    I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
    “I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
    “The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
    I do as he instructs.
    “Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
    “Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
    I try and immediately feel the difference.
    He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
    I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
    I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.


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Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
    But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
    I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
    Fuck.
    “Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
    “Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
    I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
    “It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
    She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
    “No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her.  I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
    “No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
    “Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
    “Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
    She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
    “I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
    “I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
    “Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
    “But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
    I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
    I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
    “I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
    Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
    “Luc, look at me.”
    She shakes her head no.
    “Luc—”
    And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
    “Reeeeece”!

Lucía
“You ready?” he asks and I sense that he’s asking about more than just these lessons. I nod. He stretches out his hand toward me, palm up. I mimic the gesture.
    His laughter is unexpected. It’s melodious and genuine and comes from deep in his belly. With his head thrown back, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he looks like a man ten years his junior as he laughs. I’m not even able to muster the annoyance I should. It doesn’t stop me from splashing water in his face and asking, “Share the joke?”
    His laughter dies to a chuckle. “Nothing. I was putting my hand out for you to take it. But you mimicked me instead. It was funny.”
    “Okay. Do it again.” The three words, said as one before I lose my nerve.
    “Do what again? Laugh?” he asks, his expression confused.
    “Hold out your hand,” I repeat. Quietly, shyly.
    His expression changes, softens a little and he does as I’ve asked. This time, as his hand extends toward me, he holds my eyes and says, “Give me your hand, Lucía.”
    The air changes. I feel it. As I reach for his hand, it feels like a step toward something more than just the hand of someone who’s teaching me to swim.
    As soon as our hands touch, I start to fear the moment we’ll have to pull them apart. I know that when he lets go, I’ll miss his touch.
    And it’s wrong being this close to a man who is essentially my boss. A man I’m intrigued by and attracted to and who is so far out of my league that it’s laughable. His finger close around mine and he yanks me forward while spinning me around so that my back is to him.
    I let out a yelp of surprise as his other hand comes to rest on my stomach. He covers it with our joined hands. “What are you doing?” My voice has a breathless quality that I attribute to surprise, but it’s also partially due to the pleasure of having his hands on me like this. Why does this feel so good?
    “I’m going to teach you to breathe, and I want you to feel what I’m talking about as I explain.” He bends his head down so his mouth is beside my ear. It’s not touching, but it’s close enough that I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin. The goose bumps take me by surprise. I feel my nipples harden and I have to close my eyes and concentrate so I don’t groan and lean into him.
    “The most important thing to remember is that you’re not holding your breath when you’re under water. You’re releasing the air you capture in your lungs with each exhale. When you put your head underwater, you should be at one hundred percent of your lung capacity and you shouldn’t come up for air again until you’re at zero.” He presses our layered hands into my torso and says, “Take a deep breath. As deep as you can.”
    I do as he instructs.
    “Your breath should fill your chest not your abdomen.” The hand that was on top of mine moves up to sit on my chest, just above the rise of my breasts.
    “Do it again and this time, this hand,” he wiggles the fingers of the one on my chest, “should be the one that rises. The one on your stomach shouldn’t move at all.”
    I try and immediately feel the difference.
    He mumbles in my ear, which is closer now, “That’s it, Luc. Fill your lungs so that you have the air that you need to let you make the most of your time underwater.”
    I nod and his lips brush my ear with every ascent and descent of my head. He pulls his head away. And then I realize that I’m standing as close to him as I can without us touching. And without even thinking I take a step backward and bring us skin to skin.
    I feel the unfamiliar but unmistakable hardness of his erection in my ass for the briefest moment before he jumps away from me like he’s been burned by my touch. Humiliation from his rejection burns hot and fast through me. I don’t just think I’ve made a mistake. I know I have.


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Reece
This was a mistake. I knew it as soon as I touched her. I’m fucked. This is the woman whose legend I’ve been spinning since I laid eyes on her. She’s ambitious. She’s not a slave to her fears and she is sexy as fuck. In the month that I’ve known her I’ve come to see that she’s special. And I’m so wildly attracted to her that it hurts. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s my employee. She is so fucking young.
    But fuck if I can help how hard I am, being this close to her. I’m a selfish asshole. Because I can’t not do this.
    I was purposely keeping her body away from mine so she wouldn’t feel how little control I have. I didn’t anticipate her taking a step backward. And as soon as I felt that soft ass of hers cradle my cock, I jumped. And now she thinks I was rejecting her and she’s leaving.
    Fuck.
    “Lucía,” I begin, but she just turns around and starts walking toward the stairs.
    “Don’t worry about it, no big deal. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she says without turning around.
    I swim after her and in a few strokes, I’m able to grab her by the waist, under water, just as she is putting her foot on the first step.
    “It is a big deal and I’m sorry,” I say as I come to standing and turn her around to face me. And when I see her eyes, those big brown, beautiful eyes, I know I should probably let her leave. I see the pain in them before she erases it and sets her entire expression to neutral; the last thing I want to do is hurt her. I should let her walk away because I can’t be thinking about fucking her when we both have so much riding on this whole experiment. But I know I won’t.
    She sighs “Reece, forget it. You don’t have to sit here and try of think of something to say. I don’t know why I stepped back when it was obvious you were holding me away.”
    “No, Lucía.” I put my arm on her elbow to stop her from leaving again. “I’m trying to think of what to say. Yes, I was holding you away.” She slips her arm out of my grasp and this time I grab her hand. It’s so small, and yet there’s nothing fragile about it, or her.  I can feel the callouses in her palm and I remember that this woman has worked hard and fought for every single inch of paved road she’s traveled. I shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. But her hand, it feels so right in mine.
    “No, Shit. I am fucking this up. Lucía . . .”
    “Reece, it’s okay. Really.”
    “Stop interrupting me, dammit,” I growl at her.
    She clamps her mouth shut and her eyes grow wide. She looks as shocked as I feel, she actually did what I said without arguing. That’s a first.
    “I was holding you away because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be getting hard while I’m teaching you how to swim. I shouldn’t be getting boners with you at all. You’re—”
    “I know, I’m not your type.” She tries to tug her hand out of my grasp and in frustration, I pull her flush against me. She melts into me, connecting us from hip to thigh.
    “Does that feel like you’re not my type, Luc?” I mumble when I feel her hips rotate and against my erection.
    “But you said . . .” she whispers and looks up at me. The look of wonder on her face makes me want to take her mouth in a wild kiss.
    I let go of her hand and move both of my hands up her body. One stops at her waist, the other goes to brush away the loose hair that is sticking to her neck. As soon as my hand touches her, her eyes close and I feel a shudder pass through her.
    I lean in and down and put my nose on the side of her neck and inhale, she smells like sweat, and vanilla and chlorine. I press a kiss to the base of her throat and move my hand to cup her neck.
    “I lied,” I say against the spot I just kissed.
    Her head falls onto my chest and she says my name, and in her tone I hear so much of what I’m feeling; confusion, frustration, need. I tilt her head up to look at me. Her eyes remain closed.
    “Luc, look at me.”
    She shakes her head no.
    “Luc—”
    And then, the air and the moment is cleaved in half by a loud, all too familiar voice shouting my name
    “Reeeeece”!


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MORE ABOUT THICKER THAN WATER 

Lucia Vega is on a winning streak.
Her book, Throw Away the Key has taken the country by storm.
And now it’s being made into a movie.
After years of chasing it, she can finally taste freedom. 

Reece Carras is one of the most powerful men in Hollywood. 
Handsome, rich and generous, he’s everything girls like her aren’t supposed to dream of.
But dream she does. And in his strong arms she finds a freedom she never even knew existed. 
Falling in love was the easy part…
Cruel twists of fate and torn loyalties will make staying together seem impossible.
Sacrifices will have to be made.
And they will learn that blood may be thicker than water, 
but nothing is more powerful than two hearts that beat for each other. 

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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.
When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.

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NEW Beautifully Written Romance:  Remember by Dylan Allen

6/1/2017

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If you have been dying to get your hands on Dean, the wait is finally over. Remember by Dylan Allen is NOW LIVE & on sale for .99 cents for a limited time! If you loved Simon from Rise, then you are going to fall head over heels with Dean! A story that starts out with the pure need for revenge and answers, completely flips and blows your mind. Read an excerpt & Make sure to #1-click your copy today! This beautifully written story will make you believe in the power of forever love again.

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“I could see you tomorrow night if you’re free,” I say trying to not to sound as unsure as I feel. I’ve never asked a man out; I’ve never been so forward. But this is Dean, he’s already mine in so many ways.
“Yes, I am. I can pick you up. Say around six?” he asks.
“Sure. What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you, Red,” he says immediately and my jaw actually drops.
“But, I think the question you’re asking is ‘what are we going to do?’” he murmurs as he leans across the table so that his mouth is close to mine.
“Yes, what are we going to do?” I whisper. I bring my head closer to his, too.
“I want to show you something, I think you’ll like it. Dress casually.” I feel a shiver of anticipation at the promise in his voice.
He leans forward a fraction and his lips brush mine. My eyes close from the absolute pleasure the touch brings. I lean in and flick my tongue out to lick his lips. His hand comes up to wrap around the nape of my neck and he takes control of our kiss. His tongue enters my mouth, probing, seeking, and then taking.
My hands come up on either side of his face and then dive into his hair and he groans into mouth as my hands rub his scalp.
Our kiss goes from passionate to wild. Dean’s other hand reaches out and he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
Our teeth are clashing, our lips dueling, and I’ve never ever even known a kiss could be like this. I feel like I’m being allowed to reach for something spectacular for the first time in my life. I forget everything as we kiss, as we taste, explore and make promises for later.
And then the crash of plates as they hit the floor brings me crashing back down to earth. We are in a restaurant, in public, and if Dean had taken me right here and now I wouldn’t have stopped him.
“I can’t get enough of you. I can’t . . . ,” Dean says as he pulls back, the sounds of the restaurant pulling him back as well. He looks as dazed as I feel as he glances around.
“How did you get here tonight? Did you drive?” he asks me, still looking around. He seems nervous and it’s making me nervous, so I pull myself back from him and start to gather my things.
“No, I took an Uber. I was going to order another to get home,” I say as I pull my purse up from the seat.
He looks back at me, and grabs my hand that is reaching into my purse. “No, Red. I’ll take you home.” He smiles, focused on me again, whatever distracted him clearly forgotten. At least by him, but I’m not exactly comfortable.
“What’s wrong, you seem nervous,” I say, trying not to sound like I’m annoyed, but wanting him to know I’ve noticed.
He sighs and leans back in his chair with his eyes closed. He’s very tan. I’m fascinated by him, and as I wait for him to speak, I just look at him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and I’m struck by how gorgeous his hands are. So long, his fingernails, cut short, but not blunt, almost tapered, and he looks like he should play the piano.
He opens his eyes and those beautiful green pools stare at me for a minute before he starts to speak.
“I’m pretty well-known in entertainment circles. DC isn’t exactly New York or Hollywood, but a lot of TV shows film here now. Celebrities use their platforms for causes they care about which means testifying before Congress. And where celebrities go, so do photographers. I represent some very, very famous people, and I do my best to make sure that I stay out of the spotlight.”
Understanding dawns as does some unease. The last thing I want is to be in the spotlight.
“So, making out like a horny teenager in public is probably not the best way to do this. I understand, I got carried away. It’s all of the delicious wine you plied me with tonight.” I try to lighten the mood with a joke, but I’m suddenly very concerned about getting involved with someone who lives any part of his life in the public eye.
“It’s not the wine. It’s just the way we make each other feel.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose and stands up suddenly.

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Milly’s life was safe. Her plans, certain.
She doesn’t take risks because she knows what it’s like to lose everything.
But, when it all falls apart, she decides to throw caution to the wind. 
Her journey to reclaim her future leads her straight into the grown up arms of the boy she left behind.
In them, she finds passion long denied and love she thought was lost. 
But is the promise of a second chance worth the risk of losing herself again?

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When he discovers that the girl he has loved his whole life moved on without him, Dean needs answers. 
He didn’t expect to still want her.
He didn’t expect her to want him, too. 
And suddenly, he finds himself in a battle for the heart of the woman he’s never stopped loving. 

As they look to the past for answers, can they hold onto the future they were meant to have?
 Or will what they remember make them wish they could forget?

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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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New Release & Sneak Peek: Rise by Dylan Allen

2/14/2017

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Dylan Allen's debut novel, RISE is receiving rave reviews and is NOW LIVE!  
Find out if Simon and Addie can find their happily ever after in an exclusive excerpt
and be sure to grab your beautifully written $0.99 copy today!

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In an act driven by pure instinct, I reach across the table and place my hand on top of his. His gaze drifts to where we are now joined. Otherwise he doesn’t react. He just keeps talking.  

“I didn’t grow up with anyone. My dad was gone before I was old enough to form real memories of him. I didn’t even have a picture. My mom was either drunk or high and had different men in and out of the house so often, I never even bothered asking their name. “

“I was always big for my age and so by the time I was thirteen I was big enough to look out for Kyle. But my sister, I failed her. And now, she is just like my mom. And Henry is her son. I won’t fail him.”
  
I get the sense he’s not even really talking to me at this point. He may even have forgotten I am there.   

Suddenly, his palm turns, and he grasps my hand. “Why are you here?” His voice is gruff. He looks at me and the far away gaze is gone. His gaze is intense and focused.

I don’t know why he is asking, but I answer. “I wanted to know who you are, Simon.” And I realize this is true. From the day we met on the Birdcage Walk, I have wanted to know who this man is. And just when I think I might be starting to understand him, I learn something that throws me for a loop. 

His eyes blaze at my response and he stands up and pulls me to standing, too. “You are so fucking beautiful. I think you might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I feel tormented by it.” His eyes are pools of dark chocolate and he looks desperate.  

“Addie…” He says my name with a gust of released air blowing over my face. We are standing toe to toe. He is so much taller than me that he has to duck to look me in the eye, and he does. “I want to kiss you. But I fucked up last time. I know I don’t deserve to kiss you again.  But I want to. So much. Will you let me?”

I can only stare. His mouth is so close to mine. If tipped my head forward our lips would touch. Would that be permission enough for him? I decide to find out.  

I bring my head forward with my eyes still open and my lips touch his. It is like I touched a flame to a kerosene soaked pile of hay. We combust. I am no longer standing on two feet. Simon grabs me by my hips, hoists me up onto the table, and the kiss goes from my lips pressed to his, to our tongues dueling and our teeth biting and our lips sucking. 

With our plates on one end and us on the other, Simon lays me down without taking his mouth from mine. Without warning, he pulls open my shirt, sending buttons flying all over the room. 

His lips leave mine as his tongue licks along my jaw, down my neck, stopping to suck the skin under my ear. I am aflame. His kisses burn a trail over me. I know when he is done, there will be nothing left of me but ashes. 

His hot mouth makes it to my breasts and he brings his hands up from my hips to cradle one. “Addie, I’ve been dreaming about your nipples. I got off in the shower today, thinking about sucking them.” He licks the skin around them and they pucker in anticipation of his touch.  

I whimper as he blows hot air on the wetness he just created and moan, “Simon, please.” I am desperate for him. I’ve never felt a need like this before.  

“Addie, baby. You never have to beg.” And with that, his mouth closes over my nipple and I almost scream. He moves to my other breast and his other hand plays with the nipple he just abandoned.  

I am in heaven as Simon feasts on my breasts. I don’t know if it’s possible to orgasm simply from nipple stimulation, but good Lord, I think I feel one starting to build. I put my hands on Simon’s head to hold him there; I don’t want this to ever stop.  

Suddenly, as if some devil of cosmic doom heard my wish, Simon stops. Abruptly. He pulls off me and snaps my shirt together.  

“Simon?” My query sounds almost drowsy at first, even though I feel a growing sense of dread. “What’s going on?” 

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MORE About Rise

As a little girl, I saw my father destroy the family he claimed to love. I watched my mother waste her life dreaming of a man who left her without a second glance. 

As a woman, I don’t dream, I work. I don’t fall in love, I focus. I would never let anything as frivolous as love distract me. 

Until I meet Simon. A gorgeous, brilliant young architect with dark eyes, a sweet smile, and a dirty, dirty mouth. He sets me on fire, and suddenly all I can do is dream…of his hands, his lips, his body. Of a heart good enough and a love strong enough to make me believe in happily ever after.

But Simon has secrets that are even deeper than mine. Will our pasts destroy everything we’ve worked for? Or will we find the courage to rise to the challenge and fight for the love we share?

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Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.

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