 
"Good Morning Malibu, it’s another beautiful day on the west coast! I'm Noely Clark, your host: and I'm in the market for love…”
When the publicity team of the new local restaurant, Going in Blind, began their search for a hot, local celebrity to promote the wildly popular eatery, they couldn’t have found a better person than me.
Outgoing? Check.
Single? Check. Open to finding love? Check.
I signed up immediately.
A hopeless romantic with an exceedingly demanding schedule, I've found it impossible to find the man of my dreams—so Going in Blind seems too good to be true! That’s until they start setting me up on dates—three very different, very attractive, very distinct blind dates—and only one thing is for certain . . .
I’m in big trouble.
Good Morning Malibu,
I'm Noely Clark, and I have a choice to make. The question is who will I choose; the suit, the rebel, or the jock
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Excerpt:
“There is no way that’s what that line means.”
“It sure as hell does.”
“That’s ridiculous. What, did you study palm reading as well as Spanish?”
He chuckles and says, “I just know things. And that line right there means you’re allergic to coffee.”
I shake my head and laugh. “You’re such a liar.”
He strokes my palm with his finger, running it along every line, making my insides flutter and my breathing pick up with each stroke. He’s so close, his body practically on top of mine, his breath pressed against my ear, his scruff rubbing my skin ever so gently. And me, well, see my hips? Yeah, they’re slowly gyrating in his direction. I would like to blame the margarita, or even the music, but I know that’s not the case. It’s my libido skyrocketing into dangerous territories from the way this man lightly strokes me in just the right way.
“Not a liar, just telling you what I see.”
“Is that so?” I lean in closer and ask, “Then how come I have coffee every morning and I’m fine? Seems to me like you just wanted an excuse to touch me so you pretended to be a palm reader.”
I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
“You’re right. I did. Now give me a chance to touch you even more.” He retreats from the booth and holds out his hand for me to follow.
I take it without even giving it a second thought. Smiling devilishly, he guides me to the dance floor and immediately spins me into his arms where he takes my hands and links them behind his neck. Pulling me into his body, he places his hands on my hips and presses his forehead against mine.
As if it’s second nature to him, he starts moving us back and forth along the dance floor, his feet effortlessly gliding us. Intimidated at first, after a few passes across the floor, I start to feel the music and my muscles begin to loosen up.
“That’s it,” he whispers just loud enough so I can hear him over the music. “Loosen those hips, Sassy.”
A distinct trumpet and cowbell echo through the room, setting the pace and tone to the dance. It’s fast, yet commanding, encouraging us to grind together, and that’s what Beck does. His hands slide from my hips to my butt where he grips tightly and pulls me flush against his crotch. With my legs entwined with his, we stay in place as our hips gyrate together.
Breathless and turned on, I match his gaze with mine, his seductive eyes penetrating any last wall I might have had before this date, and for once in a long time, I let loose . . . completely.
“Just like that. God, you look so sexy.”
Leaning my head back, I let my hair fall behind me and give it a little shake before lifting my head back up and meeting his lust-filled, greedy eyes. His hands grip my butt tighter and I’m greeted by a noticeable hard-on.
I did that to him, and if that isn’t a turn-on, I don’t know what is.
My fingers start to play with his hair, twisting and turning the short strands, causing his eyes to haze over. Is it weird I want more? That even though our pelvises are pressed against each other, I want to be closer?
The music now flowing through me, controlling my every movement, I glide my hands down to his shirt where my fingers dexterously undo two more of his buttons, exposing more of his tan skin, his necklace in full view now. It’s a medallion I can’t quite make out, but it doesn’t matter right now, because all I care about is the muscular expanse of chest in front of me.
I slip my fingers inside his shirt and dance them across his chest, feeling the sinew of muscles flex with every move we make together.
When one of my fingers accidentally caresses one of his nipples, he growls into my ear and turns me around in his arms, causing me to temporarily lose my breath, that’s until his hands find mine again, securing my butt right against his crotch. I sigh and loop my hand around me to the back of his neck, anchoring me in place while he swivels our hips together, his lips pressed against my ear.
“Fuck, you feel good against me,” he whispers. His breath sends chills up and down my entire body as the music continues to guide me.
I push my butt even harder against his erection, heavy and obvious, swiveling my hips, loving the way I can feel his excitement so easily. I love that I affect him like this.
I’ve never been with a man so comfortable in his own skin that he doesn’t care about how I affect him. It’s like he’s proud of it. Of us.
It’s extremely rewarding.
Feeling the music, we dance slowly in tandem, letting the beat guide us. Still hanging on to him, my other hand now on top of one of his, he starts to feel the length of my leg, his body bending just slightly to reach the hem of my dress. When he moves his hand under the fabric, my breath stills for a second before he pulls away and lifts his hand back up my body until both of his hands reach my ribcage.
Oh God.
His head peers over my shoulder, his eyes trained down the valley of my cleavage. “I told you this dress was going to get you into trouble tonight and the way you’re moving against me, my self-control is slipping, Sassy.”
Taking a deep breath, I move his hand farther up my body and say, “Then let your will slip.”
“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, letting his hand move to just below my breasts. I suck in a breath from the contact and wait for him to move a little higher, but he doesn’t. Instead, he swivels his hips with mine and moves his hands down my sides until they’re resting on my thighs, his thumbs closing in on the juncture between my legs.
The heat level between us rises to inferno in the matter of seconds and my skin starts to prickle with need, a yearning I haven’t felt since . . . well since Jack, but before that, since I can’t remember.
“I don’t know how much more dancing I can do with you,” he says into my ear. “I’m about to combust here.”
I turn in his arms and look straight at him. “Then let’s get out of here.”
The way the words fall off my tongue sound so foreign to me, but then again, there’s not a chance in hell I want to take them back.
ABOUT MEGHAN QUINN:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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ABOUT
DELTA COLLECTION SPECIAL EDITION
The
Delta Collection Special Edition boxed set includes three complete, bestselling
romantic suspense stories (DELTA: RETRIBUTION, REVENGE, AND REDEMPTION) plus
excerpts from DELTA: RESCUE and never seen before DELTA: RICOCHET (releases
February 2018).
DELTA: RETRIBUTION
A MAN IS NOTHING WITHOUT HIS TEAM
Trace Reeves was one bad day from a dishonorable discharge. The best the Navy SEALs had to offer, he became a vengeful, angry mess when his twin brother was killed-in-action. Now he's focused on a deadly obsession and unable to cope with the pain and guilt... except one time, in the arms of a one night stand that he'd never see again. She was smart, the sexiest thing he'd ever touched, but she disappeared into the night.
Titan Group was recruiting for their Delta team. They wanted ghosts. No ties. Nothing personal. The best of the best who could live off the grid and surface when commanded. Trace was the perfect recruit. Damaged. Heroic. Nothing to lose.
UNTIL A MISSION--OR A WOMAN--CHANGES EVERYTHING
But when Trace's one-time fling becomes his high-value target during a black ops job, the lines blur between her rescue mission and saving himself.
DELTA: REVENGE
A Tortured Hero with a Heart of Gold
Growing up on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Javier Almeida has only his older sister to protect him. When she's sold to a human-trafficker, he vows to hunt down those responsible.
Years later, Titan Group's Delta team finds him, tattooed and brawling, a vigilante protector with information they want. They take him in and train him, working him harder than a man should be driven, until he's a soldier harboring an obsession. Ready for revenge, Javier ghosts his way across the globe, tracking the men who took his sister and working elite private security jobs.
Meets Sweet and Sassy
Jilted at the altar, Sophia Cole turns the reception into a one-woman party. She's intent on devouring all the cake and champagne, so she can bask in the calories she's been avoiding. In the midst of the revelry, he walks in, the one man she can never ignore.
Javier is her older brother's black ops teammate--an automatic Do Not Go There. But if there's one thing better than fondant and a buzz to ease the wounds of a cheating fiancé, it might be a one-night stand with a South American military man.
It's a Game Changer
Javier didn't expect to see Sophia again. He never thought he would even want to see her again. He shouldn't have touched her, but his mind won't stay away from her.
Now, Sophia Cole is thousands of miles away from the safety of her parents' lavish estate and working alongside him in hell. She's a staffer at an Embassy, and he's there to keep them alive. There are bombs and bullets and blood-hungry enemies.
And then she's taken. Gone. Just like his sister. But so much worse.
DELTA: REDEMPTION
"My name's Victoria--No last name. Don't ask."
That was all that the woman would share when Delta team's expert trigger man, an Australian named Ryder, pulled her from the pits of a human trafficking nightmare and took the gun from her hand.
He didn't mean to steal her revenge but survival was the priority. Now that Victoria was home? She had a past he was trying to understand while still keeping a secret from her.
But he's not the only one. When she goes missing, Delta team discovered that Victoria No Name was a one-woman vigilante force, taking on whoever crossed her path, from gunrunners to a drug-pushing motorcycle club.
She was exactly who Ryder thought she might be, and now he was coming in to help--whether she wanted backup or not.
DELTA: RETRIBUTION
A MAN IS NOTHING WITHOUT HIS TEAM
Trace Reeves was one bad day from a dishonorable discharge. The best the Navy SEALs had to offer, he became a vengeful, angry mess when his twin brother was killed-in-action. Now he's focused on a deadly obsession and unable to cope with the pain and guilt... except one time, in the arms of a one night stand that he'd never see again. She was smart, the sexiest thing he'd ever touched, but she disappeared into the night.
Titan Group was recruiting for their Delta team. They wanted ghosts. No ties. Nothing personal. The best of the best who could live off the grid and surface when commanded. Trace was the perfect recruit. Damaged. Heroic. Nothing to lose.
UNTIL A MISSION--OR A WOMAN--CHANGES EVERYTHING
But when Trace's one-time fling becomes his high-value target during a black ops job, the lines blur between her rescue mission and saving himself.
DELTA: REVENGE
A Tortured Hero with a Heart of Gold
Growing up on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Javier Almeida has only his older sister to protect him. When she's sold to a human-trafficker, he vows to hunt down those responsible.
Years later, Titan Group's Delta team finds him, tattooed and brawling, a vigilante protector with information they want. They take him in and train him, working him harder than a man should be driven, until he's a soldier harboring an obsession. Ready for revenge, Javier ghosts his way across the globe, tracking the men who took his sister and working elite private security jobs.
Meets Sweet and Sassy
Jilted at the altar, Sophia Cole turns the reception into a one-woman party. She's intent on devouring all the cake and champagne, so she can bask in the calories she's been avoiding. In the midst of the revelry, he walks in, the one man she can never ignore.
Javier is her older brother's black ops teammate--an automatic Do Not Go There. But if there's one thing better than fondant and a buzz to ease the wounds of a cheating fiancé, it might be a one-night stand with a South American military man.
It's a Game Changer
Javier didn't expect to see Sophia again. He never thought he would even want to see her again. He shouldn't have touched her, but his mind won't stay away from her.
Now, Sophia Cole is thousands of miles away from the safety of her parents' lavish estate and working alongside him in hell. She's a staffer at an Embassy, and he's there to keep them alive. There are bombs and bullets and blood-hungry enemies.
And then she's taken. Gone. Just like his sister. But so much worse.
DELTA: REDEMPTION
"My name's Victoria--No last name. Don't ask."
That was all that the woman would share when Delta team's expert trigger man, an Australian named Ryder, pulled her from the pits of a human trafficking nightmare and took the gun from her hand.
He didn't mean to steal her revenge but survival was the priority. Now that Victoria was home? She had a past he was trying to understand while still keeping a secret from her.
But he's not the only one. When she goes missing, Delta team discovered that Victoria No Name was a one-woman vigilante force, taking on whoever crossed her path, from gunrunners to a drug-pushing motorcycle club.
She was exactly who Ryder thought she might be, and now he was coming in to help--whether she wanted backup or not.
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True - adjective: That which is accurate or
exact.
I dare you
to try.
I think
you’re my truth.
Terrify me.
Marry me.
Marry me.
Marry me...
Four years ago, Logan Mitchell walked into
Tate’s life and challenged him to see it differently.
He dared Tate to try a kiss, when normally he wouldn’t have.
He begged him to take a chance, when he probably shouldn’t have.
But most importantly, he asked Tate to trust that he would love him, and he
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Happily-ever-afters come in many different
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Excerpt:
LOVE. IT’S FUNNY how one four-letter word
can bring on such an onslaught of emotions. Happiness, desire, anger, even
fear,
Tate Morrison thought, as he sat at the tiny table in the empty bar of the
Lynley Winery and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat. It could make those who
were the most honest with their emotions run scared, while at the same time
bring forth a determination in the most unlikely of people.
That was something he had discovered ten minutes
ago back in their suite when Logan had stood before him naked and uttered, “Just tell me how you want me, Tate. I’m
yours.”
That was when he’d run.
Tate had practically tripped over his feet in his
hurry to be free of the suddenly suffocating confines of that bathroom. And
now, as he sat alone replaying Logan’s words, he stared down at the crumpled
paper he’d grabbed from his wallet and studied the words in his shaking hands.
His stomach knotted, then flipped over on itself
time and time again, and Tate willed himself to breathe. The last thing he
needed was to pass out from a panic attack, but that was exactly what was
happening. He was panicking. And the reason? The reason was as clear as day. He
was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. Yeah, he was.
Fucking
hell.
He’d heard that love made people do some stupid shit before, but this… God, what if I can’t fix this? What if Logan
doesn’t want me like that anymore? The thought made him want to be sick. He
squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the room from spinning, but all that did
was bring to mind Logan back in the bathroom, beautiful as always, looking at
Tate for some kind of indication of what was running through his head. And what
had Tate given him? Nothing. He’d just fled.
Damn it.
Tate shoved the piece of paper into his pocket,
along with the pen he’d grabbed from the side table back in their suite, no
longer able to look at it. What had he done to them? How had he let fear of the
unknown possibly ruin this? And as the memories flooded him again…
I dare you
to try.
I think
you’re my truth.
Terrify me.
Marry me.
…he was more than aware that it was that one, the last one, that didn’t have the right
ending. He’d really messed this up, but he could make it right and wanted to,
more than he wanted his next breath.
He placed his head in his hands and shut his eyes,
trying to gather some semblance of control so he could go back, find Logan, and
do the one thing he realized he should’ve done all along. It wasn’t until he
heard the sound of padded feet on the hardwood floor that he looked up to see
that he didn’t need to go and find Logan, because he had tracked Tate down
instead.
With the fire flickering behind him, the sharp
angles of Logan’s cheeks and jaw only enhanced a face Tate loved more than he
thought possible, and when Logan pulled out the chair opposite him and
reached across the table to take his hands, Tate couldn’t believe it had taken
his brain this long to catch up and get to where it now firmly was.
“Hey,” Logan said, his eyes roaming over Tate’s
face, no doubt for signs, clues as to why he’d run away.
“Hey,” Tate replied, and then lowered his gaze to
their hands, marveling over the strength he found there when they were joined.
Exactly…together,
not apart. Always and forever, together.
“What are you doing out here?” Logan asked, and
Tate swallowed as he felt Logan tighten his grip.
“I, uhh…”
“Tate?” Logan said before Tate could give any kind
of response. “What are you doing out
here?”
Tate withdrew his hand and ran it through his
hair, and as Logan continued to watch him, he felt his nerves kick in. “Back
there in the bathroom…” he started, and then stopped. As he thought over his
words, Tate wondered if there was even a way to explain how badly he’d screwed
this all up, but knew the only way he’d ever know was to try. “I had a thought.
It was more of a moment, I guess. A flash of us. Of all we are and will be and—
Shit, I sound crazy, don’t I?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, but he shook his head. “You
don’t sound crazy. But you are freaking me out a little. Were the things you
were thinking good things, at least?”
Tate frowned and then shot Logan an apologetic
look. The last thing Tate wanted was to worry him more—it was the exact
opposite. “Yeah, of course. I should’ve probably started with that. Everything
about you was good. Perfect, really, but me…”
“What about you? You’re pretty fucking perfect
from where I’m sitting. And back there in that bathroom, trust me, you looked
better than any of those naked statues on the wall.”
Tate tried for a smile but knew he didn’t quite
pull it off when Logan asked, “What is it, Tate? Come on; you know you can tell
me anything.”
Okay, this
is it,
Tate thought, as he swallowed and then shifted in his seat, glancing over at
the fire for a moment to gather his nerve. Then he turned back to Logan and
asked, “Am I too late?”
At Logan’s confused expression, Tate knew he
didn’t understand what he was asking. So he reached into his pocket where he’d
shoved the piece of paper, and then put it on the table. He smoothed his hand
over it, lovingly tracing his fingers over the name he now wanted as his own,
and then pushed it over in front of Logan.
As Logan stared down at it, Tate watched him read
over the words on the paper, waiting for a reaction, and when Logan looked up,
Tate asked again, “Am I too late?”
Logan blinked several times, and Tate held his
breath, wondering if he was too late.
But then something miraculous happened: Logan shook his head.
The blood rushing around Tate’s head made his ears
ring as he tried to comprehend what Logan was telling him, but he still hadn’t
said a word, so Tate pulled the pen from his pocket and leaned over to circle
the name he hadn’t been able to stop looking at ever since he’d found the piece
of paper.
As Logan looked down again, Tate saw a huge grin
split his lips. “So what do you think? Can the world handle two Mr. Mitchells?”
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