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Jamie This is not the weekend I’d scrimped and saved for. This weekend was supposed to be about me and my former college housemates getting together in the city where we had attended the university to celebrate Riva’s thirtieth birthday. The plan included indulging ourselves in a spa day, then a night of club-hopping, a…
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Her thirty-fifth birthday and all of her friends were too busy to celebrate. Veronica Butler stood in her closet, eyeing the slip dress she still couldn’t believe she had the nerve to buy. In the fluorescent lights of the store, the fabric had appeared peach, which set off her skin tone, but once she got…
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Spencer I nurse my non-alcoholic drink on the sofa in the dance club and smile around at my oldest friends. Okay, we’re not that old, because we’ve only known each other a little over ten years, but we get together every year, which is not something I can say about people I’ve known longer. This…
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Zach Purser stood at the edge of the dance floor and watched the woman in the cream-colored dress move to the music, hips swaying, arms twisting sinuously over her head. A cascade of reddish-brown curls tumbled around her shoulders, hair he would love to bury his face in while he cupped her hips and drew…
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Riva I have really needed this weekend getaway with my girls. We’d already talked about doing something fun for my thirtieth birthday, but after I broke up with my boyfriend after Christmas, plans ramped up, and now we’re spending the weekend in our college town. We spent the day doing facials and getting our nails…
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The music pounded in Jamie Winston’s blood as she walked up the steps to the frat house, feeling as out of place among the milling bodies as she felt in front of the journalism class where she was the teaching assistant. Like a fraud. She’d never been to a frat party in her life, just…
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Autumn “That’s it, ladies. I’m done with bad boys,” I declare, holding up my drink like I’m holding up my hand to swear on a bible. “They aren’t good for anything but breaking my heart.” And I should know. I’ve had a lot of experience.with broken hearts. But I cannot resist the bad boys. Something…
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Haven Reynolds came to a complete stop at the bottom of the stone stairs of the Texas Hill Country Inn the wedding party had reserved for the weekend. Her blood froze. Oh, hell no. Eric Viera stood at the check-in desk across the limestone-walled lobby from her, his pose casual, his black leather duffel at…
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Chelsea I show my bracelet to the guy at the door of Club Angel and he gives me a nod, so I slide through the crowd and march to the couch where I’d been sitting earlier with my friends. I don’t know what I expect to find, my friend Maya sitting there forlornly, waiting for…
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Nathaniel Reis walked out of the hangar and tossed aside the chamois cloth as he watched the blonde cross the asphalt, her stride confident despite the uneven pavement and her ridiculous high heels. Despite the business suit that hugged her figure and showed off those amazing legs, despite the knotted blonde hair, he could see…
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