Jun 072021
 

The Next Mrs Russo by Jana Aston

I was not looking for a date.
Another questionable relationship was the last thing I needed.
Because trust me, they were all questionable.

But through a series of unfortunate events involving my cat and
his poor decision-making skills, I agreed to a set-up.

Except… the set-up is with the governor.

I am not political girlfriend material.
For one, I’m a little bit crazy.
For two, I have secrets.

But I also have a big crush on the governor.
One little date can’t hurt, right?
Spoiler: it can.

My big crush is going to end in big trouble.

Excerpt The Next Mrs Russo by Jana Aston

How many chances does a girl get to kiss her crush? Not many, if any. This is a prime kiss opportunity. A kissortunity. Also, he smells good. And he’s right here. If I just leaned forward we’d be kissing and I wouldn’t have to spend the rest of my life wondering what it would be like to kiss him. And he’s clearly not going to take the lead.

So I do it. I lean in, my fingers gripping the edge of his desk so I don’t topple into his lap, much as I might enjoy that, my head tilted just a fraction to the right, and press my lips against his. He doesn’t move, save for the small intake of breath the moment before my lips touched his, the moment it was clear I was about to do what I’m doing. He’s perfectly still. And his lips are perfect.

And.

That’s it.

“Huh,” I say, leaning back, a bit disappointed to be honest.

“What was that?” He’s staring at me, a bit of confusion clouding his expression.

“It was a kiss. But it wasn’t how I imagined it.”

“You imagined kissing me?” Warren looks like he’s a few steps behind on this entire exchange. He also looks mildly offended by my review of said kiss. “You surprised me,” he adds, his tongue sweeping his lower lip.

“I’m a surprising girl, it’s true,” I agree, but I’m looking anywhere but at him. Good Lord, did I really just kiss him? I did. And it wasn’t even worth it. It was kinda weird. Obviously awkward. And now I have to walk-of-shame out of the governor’s office. To the guest bedroom. Though it was just a kiss, so my exit will be closer to a slither of mortification than a full walk. So, at least there’s that.

“You’re too young.”

“For kissing?” My eyes fly back to his. “I’m twenty-seven,” I clarify. Then I make it weird by adding, “Gov.” Why am I like this? Seriously, why? And why did I push my luck and kiss him?

Stupid, stupid kissortunity. I’m gonna take my cat and go home.

“You’re entirely inappropriate for me.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur in agreement, already starting the slide off his desk, trying to recall where I last saw Gary.

“We’re hardly compatible.”

“Right,” I agree because ‘inappropriate’ and ‘incompatible’ are words I’m very familiar with. He should be adding It’s not me, it’s you, any second now. I’m on my feet now, eyeing the door.

“Wait.” He stands, effectively trapping me between him and the desk a moment before I can escape. “You surprised me,” he repeats.

“So you said,” I quip.

“Caught me off guard,” he adds, as if the meaning of ‘surprised’ is unclear. Our eyes catch and a flicker of uncertainty or apprehension crosses his face before he mutters, “Fuck it,” and then he’s cupping my jaw with his hand and lowering his lips to mine.

And.

And…

This kiss is exactly how I imagined it.

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Oct 112020
 

Good Time by Jana Aston

Marrying a stranger tops the list of things you should never do in Las Vegas, but I did it anyway.

The entire night was my idea. I was the one who suggested a wake-up-with-a-tiger kind of night. Instead, I woke up with a ring on my finger and Vince Rossi in my bed.

Vince, who was nothing like I thought he was and everything I never knew I needed.
Suddenly I was falling head-over-heels in love with my accidental husband and the idea of ending this union was the last thing I wanted.

I wanted forever.
So what if we barely knew each other? Statistically speaking, our odds were as good as anyone’s.

Until the annulment papers landed on my doorstep…

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Oct 102020
 

Good Girl by Jana Aston

I’ve always been a good girl.
I work hard, I follow the rules, I always achieve my goals.

But sometimes good girls want things that aren’t good for them.
Or someone who isn’t good for them.
Like their new boss.

And sometimes they do very bad things to get his attention.
Like sell their virginity in an auction.

Who knew he’d be so very, very mad?
Maybe this was not my best laid plan…

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Oct 172019
 

The One Night Stand Before Christmas (Reindeer Falls #3) by Jana Aston

Dear Santa,

Please stop by my house and pick up your suit. If you thought I was going to run it to the dry cleaners for you after you left it on my bedroom floor, you’ve got another think coming.

Best,
Noel Winter

Excerpt The One Night Stand Before Christmas by Jana Aston

“That’s quite the package you’ve got there, Santa.” I roll my hips against him, hoping we can move this into my bedroom. Or we can just stay here and take off our pants. I’m not picky.

“Did you really just make a dirty Santa joke?” His tone is incredulous but he’s laughing. Which is totally normal in the midst of a hookup.

“Err, maybe? Too much?”

“Maybe just a little. Unless you’ve got a genuine Santa fetish you want to disclose at this time.”

“I don’t.” I shake my head vigorously while running my hands across his chest again. Really really nice chest hair.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Would it have been a deal-killer if I had?” I press. Why in the hell am I asking? Now I’m laughing too. At myself.

“I think we could have worked something out.” Teddy manages to say this like he means it, which is rather nice of him.

“Thanks.”

“Do you have any others?”

“Fetishes?” I perk up. I don’t actually, but it’s nice to be asked, isn’t it? Maybe I can develop one. A really good one I can use to establish my street cred on the kink scene in Reindeer Falls.

As if Reindeer Falls has a kink scene.

I start laughing again.

“Bad Christmas jokes,” Teddy clarifies with an amused grin.

“Oh, those. For sure.”

“You’re a lot of fun, Noel.”

“Agreed,” I say with a straight face.

“A half-naked woman telling bad Christmas jokes is every man’s fantasy, am I right? Wait, unless…” I drag out the pause, a dramatic frown covering my face. “Unless bad Christmas jokes are your fetish?”

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Oct 172019
 

If You Give A Jerk A Gingerbread (Reindeer Falls #2) by Jana Aston

Dear Santa,

I do not want Keller James for Christmas.

I will not fall for him, no matter how charming or irresistible or famous he is. I will not be swayed by his skills in the kitchen or by his British accent. I’m going to win the Great Gingerbread Bake Off and no one is going to stand in my way. Not even Keller.

All kisses are off. I mean all bets. All bets are off. And his clothes, those are off too.

Grr, never mind. I’ll figure this out myself.

XOXO,
Ginger Winter

Excerpt If You Give A Jerk A Gingerbread by Jana Aston

“How would that even work, Keller? Because I like you. I like you more than I should. And maybe you’re just playing with me. Maybe you just really like kittens. Maybe I’m simply an adorable diversion while you’re in town filming this contest. Maybe you’re not Reindeer Falls material.”

The thought of him not being Reindeer Falls material nearly breaks my heart and I haven’t even fully given it to him yet.

“What exactly does that mean, Ginger?”

“It means you’re leaving soon.” I say it softly.

We’re still standing close together, and I realize he has one hand on my back, caressing me as if encouraging me to get it all out.

“It means you might find Reindeer Falls really charming in December and be bored silly with it by January. Or it could mean that you’re just a jerk who travels from town to town seducing women for their best recipes and then leaving them behind brokenhearted. Also, you’re British. Are you even allowed to stay? What if the Queen wants you back? You probably make excellent biscuits. The Food Network gave you a television show with the word ‘biscuits’ in the title, which surely means you’re good at making them.”

There. I think that was the gist of my concerns. Keller nods his head slowly, seemingly taking all of that into consideration.

“Well. I suppose any of those things could happen,” he agrees, which is the best sort of comfort, isn’t it? No one wants to hear that their fears are too crazy to be validated. “But what if they don’t?” he suggests, dipping his head to mine again.

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Oct 172019
 

The Boss Who Stole Christmas (Reindeer Falls #1) by Jana Aston

Dear Santa,

Please bring me a new boss for Christmas. Mine is the worst. The worst, hidden in a six foot tall package of male perfection. It’d be easier if he looked like an old Scrooge, wouldn’t it?

Nick Saint-Croix doesn’t look like an old scrooge. He’s hot as-

Um, never mind. Just bring me a new boss. Please.

Sincerely,
Holly Winter

Excerpt The Boss Who Stole Christmas by Jana Aston

“What on earth are you doing?”

I’ve got an assortment of cardboard pieces, tape, glue, markers, pictures cut from magazines along with a pile of individually wrapped chocolates spread across the table. “Remaking my Advent calendar because Nick is stealing an entire week of Christmas from me.”

“You get that Christmas is just the one day, right?” Noel asks.

“I’m gonna tell Mom you said that. Someone’s getting coal in her stocking this year,” I tease while tossing an empty candy wrapper at her head.

“Anyway,” Noel says slowly, staring at my calendar as if I’m unhinged. “Are you coming down with the flu? Running a fever?” Noel is the oldest. She’s not real impressed with baking or homemade craft projects.

“I wish, then I wouldn’t have to go on this trip with Nick,” I grumble as Noel continues to stare at the mess on the table while Ginger has a conversation with herself about the temperature of butter. “It’s a custom Advent calendar,” I explain. “For every day in December that I have to see Nick I get a treat.”

“Uh-huh,” Noel murmurs, her face unimpressed.

“As you can see” – I gesture toward my hodgepodge of a calendar – “doors nine through thirteen don’t exist because I was supposed to have a glorious Nick-free week, but now that I’m stuck going to Germany with him I’ve got to add those dates back to the calendar.” This Nick reward system is really nice. I’d consider expanding it to the rest of the year but I don’t think eating a chocolate for every day he annoys me would be good for my waistline.

“I think you should just sleep with him and get it over with,” Ginger announces from her place at the kitchen counter. I turn red and Noel smirks.

“You’re my new favorite sister,” Noel tells Ginger grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey!” I hate it when they gang up on me, which they always do. I’m the middle sister, it comes with the territory.

“Let’s fill doors nine through thirteen with condoms,” Noel suggests.

“Yeah! Get a room with your hot boss already.”

“It’s not like that!” I protest. “It’s strictly professional. I don’t like him. he doesn’t like me. There’s no liking!”

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Jul 072019
 

Good Girl by Jana Aston

I’ve always been a good girl.
I work hard, I follow the rules, I always achieve my goals.

But sometimes good girls want things that aren’t good for them.
Or someone who isn’t good for them.
Like their new boss.

And sometimes they do very bad things to get his attention.
Like sell their virginity in an auction.

Who knew he’d be so very, very mad?
Maybe this was not my best laid plan…

Excerpt Good Girl by Jana Aston

He pulls me to my feet and he kisses me and he tastes like me and it’s dirty and shocking and sorta oddly thrilling and primal. He unsnaps my bra. The straps slip down my arms until it falls to the floor and then I’m naked. I’m naked with Rhys. This is the best day of my life. Except he’s not naked.
“You’re still dressed. Am I supposed to”—I gesture to his shirt—”am I supposed to or are you supposed to? Or do you like to keep your clothes on when you have sex?”
He laughs, his eyes dancing in amusement as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. “No, I’m not going to fuck you with my clothes on, Lydia.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I’ve really been wanting to see you naked. For a long time. Like weeks. Since the bar. The first time at the bar, not the second time. Can I take off your pants?” My fingers hover at his waistband, poised to unbutton and unzip but needing the nudge of permission.
“Please,” he says and then my fingers are in motion, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. It’s harder to do this in reverse, removing someone else’s pants instead of your own, but I manage. I’d manage even if it was a thousand-piece puzzle instead of just a zipper and a button because I want his pants off pretty badly.
When I’ve got the pants undone they drop to the floor and then the only thing separating me from sex is a pair of briefs, so I make short work of those.
He’s beautiful. Head to toe. I could spend all night looking at him, all month, forever. But I don’t have forever or even all night since Rhys is worried about his schedule so I take in as much as I can as fast as I can. Because oh, holy crap, I know what Rhys Dalton looks like naked. The smattering of hair across his chest. His toned abs and flat stomach and the trail of hair from his belly button to his cock. The birthmark on his left hip and the definition of the lines that form on his abs. I send a silent prayer to baby Jesus that I’ll get a good look at his butt before this is over because I need to know exactly what it looks like under those suit pants. Then too soon, he’s moving me onto the bed because this is it. This is the sex.

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Jun 252019
 

Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2) by Jana Aston

Mistakes were made, okay?

The moment I laid eyes on Kyle Kingston I knew he was a mistake. A satisfying, toe curling, hair pulling, best night of my life mistake, but a mistake all the same. I didn’t yet know his name, or who he was, but I knew he was a bad idea.

I take comfort in that, because it means my instincts are still good. Too late, but it’s something.

Because, FYI, I’m pregnant

… and did I mention my baby daddy is both heir to a retail empire and impossible to get ahold of?

I do what any girl would. I break into his Grandfather’s retirement gala by telling the prissy gatekeeper Kyle’s my fiancé. It was a halfway decent plan at the time, trust me.

But it blows up in my face, disastrously so. You see, Kyle Kingston is all about representing the family values his family’s retail empire was founded on. At least in public. In private- well I’ll tell you about that later.

He proposes – a marriage of convenience.

Convenient for everyone but me, because while I’m falling in love with my convenient husband, he’s keeping a billion-dollar secret. From me.

Excerpt Plan B by Jana Aston

“Be ready by six,” Kyle says as he drops me off.

“Ready for what?” I ask, hand on the door handle ready to hop out of his SUV.

“Dinner.”

“Whoa.” I drop my hand from the door and turn to him. “Like you want me to have dinner on the table by six? That’s really sexist, Kyle. Just because you put an imaginary ring on it and put a bun in my oven doesn’t mean I’m going to quit my job and spend my days cleaning and putting dinner on the table every night at six like a 1950s housewife, just so you know. And I’m not ironing your shirts. I might make cookies every once in a while, though. If I stay. Which is still an if.”

“Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Mrs Lascola comes daily Monday through Friday. She does the cleaning, shopping and laundry. My dry-cleaning is delivered to the concierge desk, from where she retrieves it and places it in my closet. She brings the mail from the lobby and leaves it on the desk in my study. She also prepares meals and leaves them in the fridge to be heated.”

Oh.

“So no,” Kyle continues, “I’m not expecting you to be my 1950s housewife, because Mrs Lascola is my 1950s housewife, minus your surly attitude problem. You, Daisy, are my twenty-first-century bride-to-be. What I expect from you is that you’re doing everything you need to do to take care of the baby you’re carrying. Besides that, I expect you to do whatever it is that you find personally fulfilling. I don’t give a fuck if it’s dusting, or knitting, or photography, or real estate, or running a goddamned empire. Are we clear?”

“Fine, yes.” I huff. “Good Lord, you’re dramatic.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “Great. Be ready at six, because I’m taking you out to dinner,” he says, stressing the word out. He could have done that to start with. “On a date,” he adds.

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