MIXED by Maya Hughes is LIVE! Sparks fly in this sexy new standalone in the Breaking Free series!
Don’t miss this rollercoaster of emotion… Read an excerpt & one-click Mixed today!
Don’t miss this rollercoaster of emotion… Read an excerpt & one-click Mixed today!
Jen ran up the stairs to the art building with her sketch pad tucked under her arm. She was running late. The class had started already. She hated being late. Her hands were clammy and she braced herself for that ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ look that she’d no doubt get from the instructor. She checked her phone again to see that she was officially six minutes late.
Even with her night from hell at the office and passing out on the couch, she’d managed to get a shower, dry the floor, and run a brush through her hair before she left the house. She was winning at life right now, lateness notwithstanding. With a cup of coffee in her other hand, she maneuvered the front door open and speed-walked to the classroom where the Sunday Sketch took place. She’d been to one when she first came to LA, but hadn’t been back since then.
She cringed as the door bounced off the wall with a loud bang, as she flung the classroom door open with a little more force than intended. Everyone turned from their easels to stare at whoever attempted to hulk their way into the class. Ducking her head, she made her way to an empty easel, then set her coffee down, grabbed the elastic off her wrist, and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
The instructor was just giving the introductions. She was glad she wasn’t too late, even though many of the people were already set up and ready to sketch the model. Grabbing her pencil bag from her purse, she took out her favorite pencil and stuck it in her mouth as she flipped open her sketch pad to a clean sheet and waited for their model for today to get ready. He was turned with his back to her, speaking to the instructor. He stepped up onto the center of the small raised platform in front of the class. He dropped the robe and turned to face her.
The pencil dropped out of her mouth, falling to the floor with a clatter as she came face to face, abs and well—hello there!—with the pissed off office guy from the bar. Holy shit, this guy was ripped!
He looked as shocked as she did, his cheeks turning a bright red as he glanced away from her. She bent to pick up her pencil and drank him in from head to toe while sharpening her newly broken pencil point. Sweet mother of pearl, this man was completely built. His tanned skin was taut over his rippling muscles. He wasn’t bulky, but defined. And holy definition, Batman, those abs! His strong thighs were carved in impressive lines and that ‘V’ that led from his abs to his … package almost had her drooling. Too bad he was a ridiculous jerk. Yes, she’d barged into his office without permission and had drawn all over stuff on his desk, but still, there was no reason for him to lose it like that. Well, maybe there was a small reason.
He moved into position, crouched down with one elbow placed on his knee, and froze in place. All the students could begin their work, as he would be still throughout the entire session, moving only to turn slightly and to take a five-minute break to relieve what had to be some stiff muscles about halfway through. Although he was a jerk, she could appreciate his form and caught herself staring more than a couple of times rather than sketching.
Breaking into her line of vision, the instructor stared her down. She jumped at the break in her intense laser stare.
“Do we have a problem?” That snapped her out of her trance and she shook her head.
“No problem, I was only trying to get settled. Sorry, I was late. I’ll get right to it,” she said, flustered as she picked up her favorite pencil, placed it back in her mouth, and tucked her second favorite behind her ear. Rolling her shoulders, she closed her eyes and shook out her hands. When she opened her eyes, she didn’t see Mr. Ripped Bar Man, but every line, shade, and angle of his body. Picking up her pencil, she went to work.
Even with her night from hell at the office and passing out on the couch, she’d managed to get a shower, dry the floor, and run a brush through her hair before she left the house. She was winning at life right now, lateness notwithstanding. With a cup of coffee in her other hand, she maneuvered the front door open and speed-walked to the classroom where the Sunday Sketch took place. She’d been to one when she first came to LA, but hadn’t been back since then.
She cringed as the door bounced off the wall with a loud bang, as she flung the classroom door open with a little more force than intended. Everyone turned from their easels to stare at whoever attempted to hulk their way into the class. Ducking her head, she made her way to an empty easel, then set her coffee down, grabbed the elastic off her wrist, and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
The instructor was just giving the introductions. She was glad she wasn’t too late, even though many of the people were already set up and ready to sketch the model. Grabbing her pencil bag from her purse, she took out her favorite pencil and stuck it in her mouth as she flipped open her sketch pad to a clean sheet and waited for their model for today to get ready. He was turned with his back to her, speaking to the instructor. He stepped up onto the center of the small raised platform in front of the class. He dropped the robe and turned to face her.
The pencil dropped out of her mouth, falling to the floor with a clatter as she came face to face, abs and well—hello there!—with the pissed off office guy from the bar. Holy shit, this guy was ripped!
He looked as shocked as she did, his cheeks turning a bright red as he glanced away from her. She bent to pick up her pencil and drank him in from head to toe while sharpening her newly broken pencil point. Sweet mother of pearl, this man was completely built. His tanned skin was taut over his rippling muscles. He wasn’t bulky, but defined. And holy definition, Batman, those abs! His strong thighs were carved in impressive lines and that ‘V’ that led from his abs to his … package almost had her drooling. Too bad he was a ridiculous jerk. Yes, she’d barged into his office without permission and had drawn all over stuff on his desk, but still, there was no reason for him to lose it like that. Well, maybe there was a small reason.
He moved into position, crouched down with one elbow placed on his knee, and froze in place. All the students could begin their work, as he would be still throughout the entire session, moving only to turn slightly and to take a five-minute break to relieve what had to be some stiff muscles about halfway through. Although he was a jerk, she could appreciate his form and caught herself staring more than a couple of times rather than sketching.
Breaking into her line of vision, the instructor stared her down. She jumped at the break in her intense laser stare.
“Do we have a problem?” That snapped her out of her trance and she shook her head.
“No problem, I was only trying to get settled. Sorry, I was late. I’ll get right to it,” she said, flustered as she picked up her favorite pencil, placed it back in her mouth, and tucked her second favorite behind her ear. Rolling her shoulders, she closed her eyes and shook out her hands. When she opened her eyes, she didn’t see Mr. Ripped Bar Man, but every line, shade, and angle of his body. Picking up her pencil, she went to work.
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MORE ABOUT MIXED
Jen Taylor’s life was anything but simple, but at least she had a plan. Unfortunately, that plan didn’t leave a lot of room for her to follow her artistic passions, but that one art class a week was her escape from a whirlwind of legal proceedings, and take some time for herself. She wasn’t expecting that the nude model from her life drawing class would wind up being the owner of her new favorite bar…
You draw a guy nude—one time—and suddenly he thinks he knows what’s best for you… then again, what if he’s right?
Mark Jones has finally wrapped up the divorce from hell, or so he thinks. But his ex-wife isn’t finished with him yet. Thanks to her scheming, everything he holds dear could come crashing down around him, unless he can find a way to buy her out – and fast. To make matters worse, in a moment of desperation he agrees to be a nude model for some extra cash and that has come back to haunt him, in the guise of a crazy sexy blond artist that caught his eye and almost made him lose his cool.
When family secrets, betrayal and revenge threaten everything that keeps them together, will their new-found love be strong enough to survive?
Mixed is a standalone romance in the Breaking Free series with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA.
Jen Taylor’s life was anything but simple, but at least she had a plan. Unfortunately, that plan didn’t leave a lot of room for her to follow her artistic passions, but that one art class a week was her escape from a whirlwind of legal proceedings, and take some time for herself. She wasn’t expecting that the nude model from her life drawing class would wind up being the owner of her new favorite bar…
You draw a guy nude—one time—and suddenly he thinks he knows what’s best for you… then again, what if he’s right?
Mark Jones has finally wrapped up the divorce from hell, or so he thinks. But his ex-wife isn’t finished with him yet. Thanks to her scheming, everything he holds dear could come crashing down around him, unless he can find a way to buy her out – and fast. To make matters worse, in a moment of desperation he agrees to be a nude model for some extra cash and that has come back to haunt him, in the guise of a crazy sexy blond artist that caught his eye and almost made him lose his cool.
When family secrets, betrayal and revenge threaten everything that keeps them together, will their new-found love be strong enough to survive?
Mixed is a standalone romance in the Breaking Free series with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA.
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When Alex left Gabe, he knew she walked away with his heart, he didn’t know she’d walked away with more than that—his baby.
Alex fell for Gabe Stevens before he opened his mouth. His striking green eyes and easy style had her tripping over her coffee pot the minute she laid eyes on him. But he was more than just a pretty face. Her good-looking customer just happened to be a rising movie star on the fast track to fame.
A whirlwind romance sweeps Alex off her feet, eventually taking them to LA where everything falls apart. When she thinks he wants nothing to do with her she leaves, finding herself on her own... and pregnant.
Once he discovers the truth he'll do everything it takes to win her back and make a life with her and their new daughter. But it's not always easy to get a second chance with love, and some wounds are hard to heal.
This standalone romance is the first in a series and guarantees an HEA.
Alex fell for Gabe Stevens before he opened his mouth. His striking green eyes and easy style had her tripping over her coffee pot the minute she laid eyes on him. But he was more than just a pretty face. Her good-looking customer just happened to be a rising movie star on the fast track to fame.
A whirlwind romance sweeps Alex off her feet, eventually taking them to LA where everything falls apart. When she thinks he wants nothing to do with her she leaves, finding herself on her own... and pregnant.
Once he discovers the truth he'll do everything it takes to win her back and make a life with her and their new daughter. But it's not always easy to get a second chance with love, and some wounds are hard to heal.
This standalone romance is the first in a series and guarantees an HEA.
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Maya Hughes is an author of hot romance novels with humor and heart. Her debut novel Passion on the Pitch is about an American girl finding love with an Irish footballer (soccer player).
Maya is a longtime fan of romance novels, sci-fi books and films, and burning up massive amounts of time procrastinating on the internet.
When she's not writing, reading or procrastinating, Maya loves to spend time with her awesome kids and amazing husband, who has supported her every step of the way.
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Maya is a longtime fan of romance novels, sci-fi books and films, and burning up massive amounts of time procrastinating on the internet.
When she's not writing, reading or procrastinating, Maya loves to spend time with her awesome kids and amazing husband, who has supported her every step of the way.
FOLLOW MAYA ON AMAZON HERE
