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SUGAR @HerCountryGirl

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

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EXCERPT:
When I reached her door, I took a deep breath before knocking. That’s when I was greeted with the sight of a short blonde with blue eyes and a rather foul expression on her face.
“Sorry, I thought this was—” 
“Peyton’s apartment, yeah, and you’re the asshole who treated her like a slut.”
My eyes widened. I was at a loss for words. I thought correcting her on her use of the term slut versus whore would be poorly taken, so I kept my mouth shut on that point. “T-That wasn’t my intention at all—look, may I speak with her, please?”
The woman moved to slam the door in my face, but to both of our surprise, she was stopped by Peyton herself.
Peyton stepped around her friend and crossed her arms over her chest. The pointed stare she gave me would have made my blood run cold if I hadn’t thought groveling would ease her sour disposition. “I honestly don’t want to talk to you.” 
I nodded, a pained grimace set firmly on my face. “I know, but I needed you to hear me out.”
“You seem to have a bad habit of needing chances to fix things, Jake.” It seemed this would be as difficult as rectifying the first mess.
I sighed and gave up the rehearsed speech I had in my head and went for whatever flowed in the moment. “I’m sorry.”
“Do those words actually mean anything to you? I mean, you’re really good at saying them, but not so great at backing them up.”
That stung. It also wasn’t true. I didn’t apologize to anyone—other than Peyton it appeared. I just wasn’t good at dating relationships. I hadn’t done much of it and certainly not with anyone I’d actually given a shit about. 
I ran my hand through my hair and tried again. “Look, Peyton. I suck at this. The only relationships I’m any good at have dollar signs attached. It’s not because I don’t want to be better; I just don’t have any experience. The feelings I have for you are overwhelming—and clearly, I need to learn how to convey that in a way that computes into care rather than control. I never intended to make you feel like you were anything less than precious.”
Her roommate backed away and out of the door, but Peyton didn’t ask me inside. She did, however, arch her brows and wait for more. Her eyes softened the longer she stared at me, and I knew, if I chose my words carefully, I might get a second—or rather, third—chance.

 

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About Mila Hart:
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way. STAY TUNED…

 

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Sugar @HerCountryGirl

 

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

Purchase your copy today!
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EXCERPT:
I grinned like the Cheshire cat. My hips still moved as our breaths became more labored. Something stirred inside me, lighting a flame that had never burned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight I can’t think straight.”
“You’re so thick.” The light in her eyes was animalistic and feral, and then she growled.
I couldn’t say for sure that it was the hitch in my grind or the patch of gravel we’d hit on the road, but whatever the fuck it was, this was the best feeling of my life. It was more than closing a multi-million-dollar deal or the pleasure I got from seeing profits triple in a quarter—Peyton had gotten inside me.
She lifted her hips fast. It was so sudden that it jarred me from my thoughts, and I slipped so deep inside of her that we became one, and the sudden rush of release overwhelmed me. Desperate for oxygen, I panted, allowing the precious air to enter my lungs, and with each gasp, euphoria washed over me. My face flamed with the burn of ecstasy.
“That was—”
“Surreal,” she finished.
I pulled out, and we used the tissues in the built-in dispenser between the seats to clean up. We were in the middle of tugging on our clothes when my pocket buzzed. I checked the text on my phone. My sister, Jessica, was blowing me up with alerts about our departure. I had five minutes left to get on the plane, and I currently still sat in the limo on the tarmac.
I cursed mentally as I buttoned the last few holes on my shirt. We had been at the airport—I didn’t know how long—and I had to sprint out of the vehicle to make my flight. I kissed Peyton’s cheek like she hadn’t just been the best lay of my life and flung open the door.
“Jake?” It was the last thing Peyton said as I dashed toward the waiting plane without so much as a goodbye.
I couldn’t slow down to tell her how amazing she was or how much I wanted to get to know her. I felt like shit leaving like I did, but if I missed this flight not only would my dad have my head but I’d likely be out of a job and my inheritance. Jessica waited at the bottom of the stairs onto the plane, holding our bags as she sent a glare my way, urging me to run faster.
“Hurry the hell up, Jake!” she shouted, and I sped up, making it last minute.
It was times like this that I wondered what the point was in having a private jet if we didn’t get to operate on our own schedule. When we finally got settled next to each other, I noticed the strange way my twin stared at me.
“What?” I asked, and she sneered.
“Why the hell do you smell like sex?”
I blushed, ignoring her question as I quickly turned my head toward the window, watching the ground as the plane began to take off.
My mind didn’t once stray from the young woman I met on the app and had just taken in my limo…
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About Mila Hart:
 
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way. STAY TUNED…

 

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BEATEN PATHS @HerCountryGirl

 
One stone creates a ripple with the power to change destiny.

One horrific mistake… 
 
After a near-fatal accident, Sarah Adams was left hospitalized and faced months of grueling surgery and rehab—alone.
 
One chance encounter… 
 
Charlie Burin walked in when the rest of the world walked out. He refused to let her quit, vowing to hold her up until she could stand on her own.
 
One unexpected twist…
 
When a new obstacle arises, can two people who have been through hell keep fighting for love when the odds are stacked against them?
 
Available on amazon 
(in KU)
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Bestselling author, Stephie Walls is a lover of words–the more poetic the better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, and Magoo (in no preferential order). She would thrive on coffee, books, and Charlie Hunnam if it were possible, but since it’s not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she’s one happy girl.
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Who Are You Calling A Widow @HerCountryGirl

 

In 2010, Andrea’s husband, Sergeant Edward Bolen, died in combat in Afghanistan when she was just twenty-five years old. From the moment the two soldiers arrived at her doorstep with the devastating news, to the struggles of the following months and years, she shares frankly about the raw pain of losing not only her husband but herself. She learned the hard way that if given the chance, grief takes and takes until you become little more than the labels cast upon you. She wasn’t Andrea anymore. She was the Widow.  

 

Her story is more than a tale of the emotional imprisonment of grief and the devastating price of lost innocence. It is a testament to rebuilding a broken life, and a message of hope for those who are as lost as she once was. She found healing, acceptance, and love, and discovered her own enduring well of strength.  

 

 

 

I became a military widow at the age of twenty-five. Several years later, I began journaling as a form of therapy. While I uncovered truths about myself, I simultaneously discovered a story with the power to help others. Rather than reframe the work into a typical, self-help format, I focused on creating an intensely personal narrative. 
It took me 6 years to write my story. “Who Are You Calling a Widow?” targets not only the military community, but anyone drawn to the widow’s perspective, whether or not they have suffered a loss. I hope to light a candle of hope for those who need it, and offer necessary advice to those uncertain of how to engage someone in the midst of grief.  




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SUGAR @HerCountryGirl

 
 
 
You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

 

EXCERPT:
I grinned like the Cheshire cat. My hips still moved as our breaths became more labored. Something stirred inside me, lighting a flame that had never burned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight I can’t think straight.”
“You’re so thick.” The light in her eyes was animalistic and feral, and then she growled.
I couldn’t say for sure that it was the hitch in my grind or the patch of gravel we’d hit on the road, but whatever the fuck it was, this was the best feeling of my life. It was more than closing a multi-million-dollar deal or the pleasure I got from seeing profits triple in a quarter—Peyton had gotten inside me.
She lifted her hips fast. It was so sudden that it jarred me from my thoughts, and I slipped so deep inside of her that we became one, and the sudden rush of release overwhelmed me. Desperate for oxygen, I panted, allowing the precious air to enter my lungs, and with each gasp, euphoria washed over me. My face flamed with the burn of ecstasy.
“That was—”
“Surreal,” she finished.
I pulled out, and we used the tissues in the built-in dispenser between the seats to clean up. We were in the middle of tugging on our clothes when my pocket buzzed. I checked the text on my phone. My sister, Jessica, was blowing me up with alerts about our departure. I had five minutes left to get on the plane, and I currently still sat in the limo on the tarmac.
I cursed mentally as I buttoned the last few holes on my shirt. We had been at the airport—I didn’t know how long—and I had to sprint out of the vehicle to make my flight. I kissed Peyton’s cheek like she hadn’t just been the best lay of my life and flung open the door.
“Jake?” It was the last thing Peyton said as I dashed toward the waiting plane without so much as a goodbye.
I couldn’t slow down to tell her how amazing she was or how much I wanted to get to know her. I felt like shit leaving like I did, but if I missed this flight not only would my dad have my head but I’d likely be out of a job and my inheritance. Jessica waited at the bottom of the stairs onto the plane, holding our bags as she sent a glare my way, urging me to run faster.
“Hurry the hell up, Jake!” she shouted, and I sped up, making it last minute.
It was times like this that I wondered what the point was in having a private jet if we didn’t get to operate on our own schedule. When we finally got settled next to each other, I noticed the strange way my twin stared at me.
“What?” I asked, and she sneered.
“Why the hell do you smell like sex?”
I blushed, ignoring her question as I quickly turned my head toward the window, watching the ground as the plane began to take off.
My mind didn’t once stray from the young woman I met on the app and had just taken in my limo…

 

About Mila Hart:
 
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way. STAY TUNED…




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Mila Hart @HerCountryGirl

 

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not. 

 

At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.

 

All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.
I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.

 

But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

 

 

 

About the Authors:
 
It all started with two whores… MILA HART writes cheeky, erotic quickies. We have a whole year of amazingly sexy stories coming your way.
 
STAY TUNED…

 

Connect with Mila Hart:
 
 
 

Book 2 of Like A Hurricane Duet @HerCountryGirl



 
Saved By Him
Like A Hurricane Duet, Book 2
by Kristie Leigh


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I’m always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didn’t deserve the destruction I left in my wake—I just hope it’s repairable.


Because I need him.


I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesn’t have to be like this.


Most importantly…I need him to save me.









Excerpt:


I laughed as he carried me back to our bed and tossed me onto the middle. He climbed onto the mattress and hovered over me.
Smirking, he brushed the hair out of my face. “My little hurricane.”
“Hurricane? Do I destroy you?” I knew I looked all kinds of confused.
He shook his head. “No, but you have the ability to. My feelings for you are so powerful it’s scary but thrilling and intense all the same. You have the potential to completely destroy me, but I’m willing to battle any storm as long as it’s with you.”


 
Wrecked By Her – US : UK : CA : AU 
Saved By Him – US : UK : CA : AU

 

I’m a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle and it hasn’t left my side since.


My fave books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted, I’m not sure I will ever write anything dark but I would love to give it a shot one day.


I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and 3 kids.


I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don’t miss the snow.


I’m not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way I know it will be a fun new adventure and I’m super excited about it.


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Saved by Him @HerCountryGirl

 



 Saved By Him

Like A Hurricane Duet, Book 2
by Kristie Leigh

 

Get your copy today!
mybook.to/HurricaneDuet2

 

I’m always running, hiding to avoid the reality that has become my life. Hunter didn’t deserve the destruction I left in my wake—I just hope it’s repairable.

 

Because I need him.

 I need him to love me like he used to, to make me whole again. To remind me that my reality doesn’t have to be like this.

 Most importantly…I need him to save me.

 
 

 



Excerpt:

 

I honestly kept thinking this wasn’t real, I’d had this dream so many times that I couldn’t believe it was finally coming true.
I leaned over and kissed her.
“This is really happening?” I didn’t mean to say that aloud.
She nodded with a huge grin on her face. “It better be. I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” 
I laughed, grabbed her off the couch, and then set her on my lap. “You’re tellin’ me. I’m dying right now.” 
She looked down and giggled. “I can see that. Maybe I can help you.” She reached down, but I caught her by the wrist.
“Not yet, I’m going to take my time with you, and I’m pretty sure the second you touch me, I’ll explode.” 
She put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

 

 

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Don’t forget book 1, Wrecked By Her
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I’m a feisty redheaded Canadian/American who fell in love with romance novels when my friend Phil bought me a Kindle and it hasn’t left my side since.

 

My fave books to read are anything taboo and super sick and twisted, I’m not sure I will ever write anything dark but I would love to give it a shot one day.

 

I live in South Florida with my high school sweetheart and 3 kids.

 

I grew up in Burlington, ON, Canada but made the move to South Florida in 2013 and definitely don’t miss the snow.

 

I’m not sure where this writing journey will take me but either way I know it will be a fun new adventure and I’m super excited about it.

 

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HULK @HerCountryGirl

 

“As soon as I saw you, it was like a light shining down from the heavens. As I got to know you, I realized that light went soul deep, and I fell for you so hard.”

 

Hulk

 

After an accident and my girlfriend leaving, I didn’t think I’d find anyone to share my life with. Sure, I had my brother and the club, and I never thought I wanted anything more. That was until Claire walked into my life. She had a harrowing story behind her, and it forced my protective instincts forward, and they raged at full force. I simply had to get past the walls she’d built so tightly around her.

 

Claire

 

Some say amnesia is a new start, which is true. But what happens when you wake up one day and everything’s a blank. Let me tell you, it’s not fun but more like downright scary. 

 

That was my life now. Sure, I’d made a family and new memories with Monique and the triplets, but when Monique reunited with Derrick, he came with a whole new family. Hulk was the Sergeant at Arms for the club and the man who would steal my heart. Unbeknownst to me, the man who had hurt me previously was closing in, and he wanted to finish what he’d started. 

 

Will Hulk be able to save Claire from a madman, or will he be too late to have his angel with him forever? 

 

 

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Thor (Thorny Devils MC) Book 1

 

After being separated for fifteen years, can they let the past be in the past, or is there too much hurt to forgive and forget.

 

 

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Australian author MLJ Quigg – lives in NSW, Australia, with her husband, three adult children, and six cats—yes, you heard that right, six. 

 

Growing up in a huge family of eight kids was always noisy and didn’t give her enough alone time to unwind.

 

Books have always given her an outlet from the craziness that is her life. Nothing is better than curling up with a good story to take her mind off her surroundings. 
As a new author, she hopes you enjoy her stories and helps you get out of your world and into hers for a few hours.

 

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Andrea Perez @HerCountryGirl

In 2010, Andrea’s husband, Sergeant Edward Bolen, died in combat in Afghanistan when she was just twenty-five years old. From the moment the two soldiers arrived at her doorstep with the devastating news, to the struggles of the following months and years, she shares frankly about the raw pain of losing not only her husband but herself. She learned the hard way that if given the chance, grief takes and takes until you become little more than the labels cast upon you. She wasn’t Andrea anymore. She was the Widow.  

Her story is more than a tale of the emotional imprisonment of grief and the devastating price of lost innocence. It is a testament to rebuilding a broken life, and a message of hope for those who are as lost as she once was. She found healing, acceptance, and love, and discovered her own enduring well of strength.  

 

 

 

 

Excerpt: 

 

I used to associate pain as being primarily physical. Now that I’ve endured the reality of internal pain, however, I know physical pain pales in comparison. Emotional suffering runs deep and darkens the soul. It’s pain that cannot be seen but is nevertheless real and experienced every day.
My pain starts in my heart, flows through my brain, and spreads throughout my body. Some days it’s hot as fire, boiling my blood and triggering instant rage. A moment later, I’m cold as ice and just as numb. But the sadness is the hardest. When depression takes over, it’s difficult to escape. When I’m angry or numb, at least I know the feelings will pass. Depression doesn’t. Caught in its grip, I have nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. 
When I find myself in that dark, limitless place, overwhelmed by hopelessness, Eddie saves me. His memory comes to my rescue and helps guide me out. Until the next time I fall. But no matter how smothering my sadness, how deep my depression, my heart knows he will always come. He won’t let me be lost in that bottomless hole.

 

I became a military widow at the age of twenty-five. Several years later, I began journaling as a form of therapy. While I uncovered truths about myself, I simultaneously discovered a story with the power to help others. Rather than reframe the work into a typical, self-help format, I focused on creating an intensely personal narrative. 
It took me 6 years to write my story. “Who Are You Calling a Widow?” targets not only the military community, but anyone drawn to the widow’s perspective, whether or not they have suffered a loss. I hope to light a candle of hope for those who need it, and offer necessary advice to those uncertain of how to engage someone in the midst of grief.  




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