Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Re-release Date: September 21, 2017
Blurb
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they burn.
Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever after, thatâs only for novels.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women â he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of⦠only itâs not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was. Pre-order Links Amazon Pre-order Alert B&N / KOBO / iBOOKS DOWNLOAD THE FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS FOR FREE! Excerpt
âItâs ten forty-five, almost time for the Brooks Bomb. I told Payne on Friday that this would be your first day back but he had meetings out of the office all morning.â I said.
I turned to head back to my office but stopped as Morgana yelled out for me. âMaybe Iâll take an early lunch. You up for it?â
I was about to tell her no, that I had some work that needed to get done when the elevator doors opened and out walked the last person I wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
Then I would be forced to talk to him about the new hire for his department. Something easily done via email. Instead of face-to-face where I would have to try desperately to control my hormones. It was hard to not turn into a giggling mess with his deep voice acting like a Siren song. I always tried to be aloof, but I had a feeling he didnât care anyway.
Before he saw me, I turned back toward Morgana and nodded my head. âSounds great.â
âOkay, letâs go. Oh wait, is that Edgar? Hey, Edgar.â
I was surprised by how fast Morgana could move considering her height. She was like a red blur blazing past me and before I knew it, she had Edgar deep in conversation. His perfectly sculpted blond hair just brushed the tops of his ears as he ran his fingers through them.
He had long hair when I first started to work here, but last year he cut it. I appreciated both styles, but I missed his long hair. Something about it made me want to run my fingers through it, fist it in my fingers, and scream âmineâ to anyone who passed.
I sounded barbaric. And sad. Mostly sad.
Holding my ground, I refused to move closer, not on principle because what was I arguing about? Lunch? No, I was hungry, but I lacked the strength to resist Edgarâs charm. Especially when he smiled and those dimples appeared.
Dimples of sin I called them. I wanted to lick them so much.
âHey, Evaleen, Edgar is going to join us for lunch.â Morgana waved me over with happiness radiating out of her pores. I wish I could glow with happiness. The only time I glowed was after I had danced a few songs at a club. Also, my makeup usually melted by then, and my pit stains were large enough by that point that tadpoles had been known to form, even when I wore a tank top.
What Iâm saying was I got swamp pits but, hey, I glowed.
Edgarâs dimples were on full debauchery mode. That was, until he saw me. I guess Morgana left that part out when she invited him to lunch. He probably would have declined the offer if he knew I would be there.
âDreary Evaleen Bechmann? No, thank you,â heâd say. I was always surprised when he knew my name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
It wasnât just his dwindling smile but how his eyes gazed at anything but me. Like he was trying to find an escape from the worst thing ever, me.
âGreat.â
It wasnât great. It especially wasnât wonderful when Morgana conveniently stood by the elevator buttons when we were moving down to the bottom floor, forcing Edgar and me to stand next to each other. I could smell his cologne.
His mouth watering, manly man scent.
I took deep breaths, not because I was about to hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get out of this lunch), but because I wanted to inhale all of him.
My mouth watered and I knew my neck was red without even glancing into the reflection of the metal elevator doors.
I turned my head to face the wall and tried to fill my lungs with non-sex god air, but it wasnât working. Perhaps if I scooted toward the wall, inching farther away from him, I wouldnât want to lick him so much?
Thankfully, I didnât have to make that decision as the elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed around me and I began to feel human again.
That was until he placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the elevator, causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I think they were having a seizure from too much hotness.
I coughed. Actually, I tried to suppress an eruption of humiliating giggles that would have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a cough.
It worked. He dropped his hand and the lower half of my body went into a deep depression. The top half of my body felt relief tinged with bitterness.
The chill of the Chicago air solidified me. What if Iâm not sexy or beautiful enough for him to notice like he did every other woman he came in contact with? He slept around anyway. Even if he did seduce me, I would just end up heartbroken anyway.
âHere we are. Chuckâs Sausage Shack. I am so thankful I can get a good sausage right next door anytime I want.â Morgana smiled as she held the door for us.
âI sure do love to suck on tubular meat during my breaks at work,â I said without hesitation.
That time I coughed for real. I hadnât meant for that to come out of my mouth. It was there in my head and then my mouth decided it was the perfect time to give it a voice. I blame Morgana. Who says they are thankful to get good sausage? She was practically begging me to embarrass myself like that.
âLetâs hope,â Edgar said. My eyes narrowed at him but he had turned from me.
Cool as always. Nothing fazed him, not even a frumpy co-worker making blatant and not very good penis jokes.
He was just casually glancing around the place scoping out a table.
âCrap. Looks like I got to head back to work. I just got a text from Mr. Payne telling me he needs to meet with me since itâs my first day back. Sorry.â Morgana frowned, shoving her phone back into her purse and pushing out the door.
After watching the door close, I turned to Edgar. He was staring at me, grimacing.
âLook, if you have something to do we can just order food to go,â I said, trying to offer him a way out. It was obvious back at the office he was only agreeing to lunch because he thought it would be him and Morgana. Iâm not blind. Morgana was gorgeous and sexy and exactly what a player like Edgar would be into. I think itâs a little shitty that he would go after someone his best friend, Payne, was obviously into, but that was none of my business.
Now we can order food for lunch since we are already here and then go our separate ways.
Edgar smirked. His dimples deepening as his gaze drifted languidly to my lips. âNow why would I miss out on the chance of watching you suck on some tubular meat?â
My lady parts were seizing again.
Author Bio
Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.
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Title: Heartthrob
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2017
Blurb
Nathan Hart is charismatic with a beautiful smile that makes women weak in the knees. A former bad boy with a mysterious past. He was made to be in Hollywood, on the cover of magazines and the star of movies.
Heâs what dreams are made of ⦠and tabloid gold. But thereâs more to him that he hasnât told a soul. Even the gossip columns will never know. Something that draws me to him unlike anyone has before. Something that could ruin us both. He whispers to play along; he promises it will all be alright. I canât tell him no, even if I wanted to. The moment he locked his light blue eyes on me, I was ruined. I never stood a chance. I only pray our pasts donât rip us apart.
Heartthrob is just one of six scandalous romances from Best Selling Authors.
Read all about it in Exposé, the gossip column to sink your teeth into. Each story in the Exposé Collection is a STANDALONE with an HEA.
Nathan
10 Years Ago
Sheâs always running her fingers through her dirty blonde hair. The simple motion sends the sweet smell of lavender and something else my way. Itâs faint, but I know itâs her. Itâs something sweet and soothing. If I think about her, even if I see her across the lunch room or in the school parking lot, I swear I can smell that scent.
I like sitting behind her in geography. I can watch the cute little things she does and it looks like Iâm actually paying attention.
This is the only class I havenât gotten kicked out of this year. The stupid shit doesnât bother me as much when I can watch her. Even if she never looks at me twice.
The bell rings and the sound rips my eyes away from her and towards the classroom door as a few more students file through. Adam Waynes is the last in and his chair screeches across the floor as he crashes into his seat. Heâs loud as fuck and gets all the attention. At the thought, I look to her, to Harlow May expecting her to be watching the spectacle that would usually piss me off, but instead those gorgeous blue eyes are on me. Sheâs quick to look away, again her fingers flying to her hair and twirling her locks nervously as a bright pink creeps into her cheeks.
She can be shy all she wants, but I caught her. I caught her looking. Even better I made her blush. I did that.
It almost gives me enough courage to pull on her backpack straps as she walks in front of me to leave. I could give it a tug and force her to look back at me, but I donât. I stay behind like I have for the last few months and let her walk away.
But the next time she looks back at me in geography, she doesnât avert her gaze when I look back.
And a few days later, sheâs the one tugging on my backpack.
I keep telling her Iâm not good for her, she doesnât listen though.
Thatâs the very thing that will ruin us and we knew it from the start.
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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesnât hold back on either one in her writing!
Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day â sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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Title: Clandestine
Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2017
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One night.
No names. No commitment. That was our agreement. But Spencer Lancaster was addictive. And I was high. High off his taste, starved for his kiss, and desperate for his touch. So when he asked me to stay, to enjoy his company for more nights than I knew I should, I wasnât in the right mind to say no. Everything was perfect. A dream come true. But half a world away there were secrets. Lies. Insecurities. All of the truths that could tear us apart.
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Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.
When sheâs not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.
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