At twenty-six, Katie McGregor has hit rock bottom. She’s done reckless things a good girl like her never thought she’d do. Like hiring a private investigator to spy on her sleazy boyfriend, walking out on her job without notice, and driving all night back to the one man who’d never left her thoughts.
Jake Johnson. The boy next door. The one whose glance always made her pulse race, whose touch made her knees weak — and whose words broke her heart.
Three years ago, both reeling from the death of her brother and Jake’s best friend, they’d moved apart and retreated into their careers. Now, Jake has it all, and Katie has… nothing but memories.
Katie is thrilled when Jake welcomes her into his home with open arms and the same sexy smile. But is he the same jock who didn’t do relationships and treated her like a little sister? And with so much between them, how can they overcome the hurts from the past to ignite a love that perhaps has smoldered all along?
About Taylor Sullivan
Taylor is a contemporary romance author who specializes in stories about normal people. Ones with hopes, dreams, fears, insecurities, and flaws. She loves to read as much as she loves to write, and is thrilled to share her first novel with you.
When Taylor isn’t writing, she can often be found with her nose in a book, her face behind a camera, or spending time with her husband and three young children.
I’m the bad boy of rock.
I play hard and party harder, my life is every dude’s dream. Women throwing themselves at me, more money than I know what to do with and I get to do what I love.
I thought things couldn’t get any better.
I was right.
I’m no stranger to controversy, a side effect of doing whatever the fuck I like, but maybe I’ve taken things too far this time.
Being constantly in the spotlight is hard, especially when you’re on a downhill spiral and the only place left is rock bottom.
The question is, how the fuck am I going to get myself out of this one?
About Missy Johnson
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
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Originally published as a three part serial, enjoy The Abbie Diaries in its entirety. (Includes: Going Viral, Going Out, and Going Steady)
Meet Abbie, cubicle dweller by day, blogger by night. Acting as her online diary, the blog features a no-holds-barred, true life, gritty account of her sometimes funny, sometimes painful, often dirty love life. Oh, and she doesn’t always change the names to protect the innocent. After a date with coworker, Toby, she has a new reason to hate Mondays. When the post goes viral, Toby seeks revenge and enlists the help of his buddy Parker to do it. Both guys soon realize when she isn’t bad-mouthing men, she’s pretty likable, maybe even lovable, which really puts a crimp in Toby’s revenge plot. As if her life life and work life colliding aren’t challenging enough, Abbie has a crazy roommate with a vacuuming obsession, a serious problem with alcohol resulting in BUI: blogging under the influence, and a broken heart. All may be fair in love and war, but what happens next will rock the internet and her world.
The Office Eye Candy: Fun to Look at, Painful to Date
Abbie Baker | On March 21, 2015
If you had asked me a year ago just what I thought about office romances, I would have told you that nobody in their right mind would ever have one. Nothing good could happen from one, right? If you had asked me that a year ago, though, I would have taken inventory of all the men I worked with and would have come up with Nathan, 47, balding and wheezy; Derek, 59, a happily married father and grandfather; and Tyler, who while the right age, is gay. When you have the male coworkers I had then, it is easy to be judgmental about workplace romances.
When your elderly fellow employee retires and is replaced with a young, good-looking, single, straight guy, however, it becomes a whole lot easier to decide that nothing is just black or white. I am here to tell you, though, that your first instincts are correct: do not cross the line. Because if you do, you could end up right where I am now: loveless, mad, and with yet another reason to hate Mondays.
If you have been following the dating drama that is my life, you know that tonight was my much-anticipated date with Toby, my heart-stopping, next-cubicle neighbor. We bonded over a jammed printer, shared dismay when we thought the company was being closed, and laughed together in relief when we found out that we were only changing buildings. All in all, we were clearly destined for couple greatness.
In preparation for the big event, I was waxed, polished, and tweezed. I spent a week’s salary on a form-flattering outfit, and I spent an hour on my hair. But I didn’t mind. It was an investment in my future position as Mrs. Toby Lockland.
Is there someone you can sue when a fool-proof investment falls flat?
That’s right, ladies. Toby was an epic failure, and you guys are all going to reap the rewards of my humiliating ordeal.
Now I’ll tell you the truth. Toby Lakeland has never touched me once in a way I didn’t want him to. In fact, I wish he touched me more. I wish he wasn’t so scared to make a move. I wish he would…I cannot tell you what I wish he would do here. But I would tell Toby just what I wanted him to do if he would only listen. It’s dirty, though, Toby. I hope you like being dirty, Toby, because I know we can do some amazingly dirty things together. And I would like it. I’d never tell people you were making me do things I didn’t want to do. I’d want it. I’d want it even more than you probably. Because you’re so good, and you probably don’t do bad things with bad girls like me. But I promise you that I would make you like being bad, but only when you are being bad with me.
You all might be asking why I am telling you all this in a post talking about how I know I shouldn’t talk about people, but there is a perfectly good reason: I have to embarrass myself as much as I embarrassed him and maybe then he won’t be so mean to me anymore. Only he isn’t mean to me at all. He is friendly. Too friendly. I don’t want to be friends, Toby. I wanted to be in the type of relationship that means we can do the type of things I talked about in the last paragraph.
So now I have made us even. Because now we are both embarrassed, but you don’t have to be since I told everyone you were innocent in everything. You aren’t boring or arrogant or too handsy. Your hands are perfect, and I want to feel them on me again.
So here is what I want all of my readers to know, but Toby, I want you to know the most: I am not going to write about people on here anymore unless they deserve it. I am not going to make fun of men like Toby because I don’t want to hurt their feelings. It’s mean of me. So after I make all of my confessions, I am going to stop talking and be just another anonymous person who dates anonymous people. And I want you, Toby Lakeland, to be my anonymous person.
Please say yes. You don’t have to tell me on here: I know you like to be private. Just tell me. Tell me what you think of me. Tell me you don’t want to just be friends. Tell me you want to kiss me and touch me and do all the things to me that I want to do to you. And there are a lot of things I want to do to you, things I have never wanted to do to anyone ever.
All I could do since you left me so unsatisfied today is drink. That is what happens when you aren’t happy with me: I have to drink to stop feeling so sad. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. I don’t want to have to drink because of how you make me feel. I just want you. So please forgive me. Please really forgive me and like me again like you did before.
Amelie Stephens is a twenty-something wife and mother who loves to tell sweet and funny romantic stories, often those that have come from her own life. When she’s not changing diapers or cooking meals for her family, she’s writing.
A cute werewolf, a hot warlock cowboy, an iguana, whacky seniors, a night of long awaited passion, and some magic. What could go wrong? How about pretty much everything?
This is another story from the Romancing the Paranormal anthology. I am slowly but surely working my way through the collection. Here are my thoughts on this one.
With Witches and Warlocks and Werewolves (Oh MY!), Cassidy creates a cast of unforgettable characters and brings mayhem and hilarity to Paris, TX.
I don’t know what I expected, but it sure wasn’t what I got. (That’s not a bad thing- BTW).
First off, I will admit it took a little while for me to get used to the language. I’m from the south, but it felt like Louisianian was as different from Texan as French is from Greek. Once I got into the swing of things, I found the sayings added to the charm of the story but it still felt dated. After finding out the age of one character though, I found myself wondering if all they were all centuries old (having that info would go a long way in explaining some of the dated phrasing). But like I said, the peculiar dialogue gave the whole story a old-timey southern charm that made me smile.
I loved the characters- the silly, the serious and everything in between. It was so much more than just the main characters. The seniors were a riot and familiars… brilliant! There was never a dull moment. I thoroughly enjoyed the story, it had enough insanity to keep me laughing and enough twists and turns to keep my jaw on the ground.
Definitely a 5 star read and I look forward to finding out more about Cassidy’s motley crew from Paris TX.
If you are interested in finding out more about this collection, the buy links and the blurbs for the other stories can be found here.