[#19] It’s Monday! What Are You Reading?

It’s  Monday! What Are You Reading? is a place to meet up and share what you have been, are and about to be reading over the week. It’s a great post to organize yourself. It’s an opportunity to visit and comment, and er… add to that ever-growing TBR pile! So welcome in everyone. This meme started with J Kaye’s Blog and then was taken up by Sheila from Book Journey. Sheila then passed it on to Kathryn at the Book DateAnd here we are!



Last week I read:

Love in the Headlines by Candace Knoebel

51801619._SY475_Grayson Pierce.
New York’s notorious serial dater.
Bad boy turned media mogul.
And… my current assignment.

It’s an accident. A serendipitous push when he knocks the Kindle from my hands, and then asks if he can replace it with that Casanova smile I’d seen plastered in countless magazines.
He gives me his personal number on a business card.
A card that, in a moment of panic, I use to secure the job of my dreams.
Thirty days.
I have thirty days to learn everything about him for an exposé.
To get close enough to make him fall for me.
The thing is, I’ve never been in love. Barely even been kissed.

I’m Primrose Amberly.
Kansas’ quirkiest book nerd.
A good girl tossed in shark-infested waters.
And one failure away from tucking my tail and heading back to the fields of sunflowers.

Thirty days.
That is all it takes for his bed to become my undoing.
For my dreams to come close to being realized.
For a surprising love to burn between us.
But, the clock is ticking, and I fear the choice I have to make when those thirty days are up.

 

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A Secret for a Secret by Helena Hunting 

49091311._SY475_My name is Ryan Kingston, and I’m a rule follower. I’ve never been in a fistfight. I always obey the speed limit. I don’t get drunk, and I definitely don’t pick up random women at bars.

Except the night I found out that my whole existence has been a lie.

I got drunk. And picked up a stranger.

Her name was Queenie, and she was everything I’m not: reckless, impulsive, and chaotic. We did shots and traded secrets. And ended up naked at my place.

She left me a thank-you note in the morning and her panties as a parting gift. But no way to contact her.

Six weeks later I’m sitting in the first official team meeting of the season, and there she is. I neglected to mention that I’m the goalie for Seattle’s NHL team.

And Queenie? Turns out she’s the general manager’s daughter.

Currently Reading:

Selfish by Shantel Tessier

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It was supposed to be a vacation. Five whole days on the beach with my best friend before we made the move from Seattle to New York. I never expected to meet a man who would make me change the way I saw love and sex. I’ve always believed you can have one without the other. So, when I hooked up with a one-night stand while on vacation, I never expected him to be standing in the middle of my hotel room hours later. Proclaiming to be my best friend’s brother.

RYDER
I’m married to my job. I’m twenty-nine and help run a fortune 500 company. I hadn’t seen my sister in four years, and I wanted to surprise her. What better way than on her vacation? What I ended up getting was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And for that one night, I was it. I knew that I wanted more. You don’t spend a night with someone like her and let her walk away that easily. It took me two seconds to decide I wanted him for one night. It took me a day to understand that he was gonna want more. I’ve always had the means to buy anything I want. Too bad, she is priceless. I’ve always believed in love. But I’m selfish. I want more … But can he give it to me? Or when this gets hard, does he walk away?

Next, I’ll be Reading

French Kiss by Stacy Travis

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