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Dr. Mackenzie Daniels was a loner. He had the divorce, a far-away family, and well-known cranky persona to prove it. And if he had his way, he would continue on his loner way, in spite of the attempts of the townspeople to infiltrate his life with their irritating, so-called charming ways. That was…until he met the beautiful Nurse Millicent Robbins.

Millie Robbins had done the love and marriage thing, and all she could say was that she got a beautiful daughter out of the entire debacle. Love was not in her long-term plans when she graduated from nursing school, thank you very much….until she found herself falling head over heels for the grouchiest but most gorgeous doctor she’d ever met.

Can Mack and Millie find their way to love in spite of their histories? Can happiness actually exist for two star-crossed lovers?

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Dropping his hands on his hips, Mack looked at the clock hanging above the plasma television. It was already half past five. She was expecting him by six. Since she only lived ten minutes away, he had plenty of time. Dropping into the leather recliner in the corner – the one where he sat and read at night – he dropped his head back against the chair. “Fuck,” he groaned out loud. He didn’t know whether he dreaded tonight or was excited by it. It had been years… literal years… since he’d taken a woman out on a date. Sure, he’d fucked women more recently than that, but those were chicks he’d picked up in a bar or at a medical conference … women that he’d had a few hours of shameless fun with before sending them on their merry way. Each one of them had been carefully selected and knew the score before their clothes had ever come off. If any of those ladies had been interested in more than the number of orgasms he could give them, he’d sent them off on their way with a wave and a smile.

Because he didn’t do long-term relationships anymore. He certainly didn’t fucking date.

Except, now, it appeared he did.

What the hell kind of voodoo magic had Millicent Robbins worked on him when he wasn’t looking that now had him contemplating more than a casual fuck with a woman?

Because he knew it could never be casual with Millie. And not just because she had a kid, either.

No, Millie was the type of woman with whom a man put down roots. That kind of guy bought a house. That type of man would get a dog. That man would help her raise a family. Holy shit, he’d already done two out three of those things, he realized with a horrified gasp.

Bolting to his feet, he darted toward his phone. He had to call this whole thing off before he found himself shackled to yet another woman that would end up hating him for his dedication to his job. He had to cut Millie loose before she looked at him and accused him of wasting the best years of her life waiting for him to be ready to concentrate on them instead of rushing off to take care of his patients.

He’d dialed the first three numbers of her phone number before he realized….

“Millie isn’t Tiffany,” Mack said out loud as he stared at the phone in his hand. Looking toward his Newfoundland dog, he grinned. “She’s nothing like Tiffany, is she?”

One sharp yap from Nugget confirmed what he already knew and he slowly replaced the phone on its base.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, sinking onto the couch as he stared at his huge long-haired dog. “Millie couldn’t be more different from Tiff if she tried.” First off, Millie wasn’t injected with as much plastic as a Barbie doll. Her tits still bounced when she walked, unlike his ex’s that sat like stone against her chest. Millie loved babies and kids. Hell, she even had one of her own that she loved with a passion that rivaled any parent’s love he’d ever seen. Tiff, on the other hand, couldn’t stand babies. Sad, since he’d loved children and had wanted them to have at least a couple of their own. She despised the idea of having to be responsible for another person. Although, in hindsight, he supposed it wasn’t really shocking since she could barely accept responsibility for the things she did. Most important of all, though, was the fact that he could never see Millie being unfaithful to him because she had something his ex-wife had always lacked. Something called integrity. If Millie wasn’t happy with him, she wouldn’t troll the local bars looking for an easy hook-up to dull the pain. Hell, no. Millicent would march right up to him, rip off his scrotum, and shake it over her head much like the Native Americans did when they’d taken a scalp from an enemy. Oh, Millie would probably give him the opportunity to make things right with her before she resorted to violence, but if that was unsuccessful, he had no doubt she’d go the other route.

His Millie could be a firecracker when crossed.

Fuck, now he was thinking of her with highly possessive pronoun usage? He was well and truly screwed.


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Sarah O’Rourke is actually TWO besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other. Between them, they have four children and eighteen years of marriage…one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers…and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!


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NEW RELEASE: Forget Cinderella by Tracey Champion

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Forget Cinderella

By Tracey Champion

Dec 7th

  Title: Forget Cinderella

By: Tracey Champion

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 7, 2015



~~ Synopsis for Forget

Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale 1)

Cara Mia

It all begins with my story.

I was Momma’s beautiful, happy,

hippie princess. Then I was lost, sad and closed off. I wanted the fairy tale,

I wanted to be Cinderella.

When I was preparing to start life on

my own my story took on twists and turns I never expected. I decided to take some

time to turn my story around. I wanted a happily ever after that was almost

impossible until I met Amber, my friend, and she made me realize my story

wasn’t where it was meant to be.

Then Jordan came along, my prince,

and now my story is out of my hands. I’ve found what I was missing and I didn’t

even know it, but it may all be taken away from me. I may even be taken away

from this wonderful life I’ve built and the people I’ve surrounded myself with.

My beautiful life could be gone and my fairytale forgotten. I don’t even have a

glass slipper to help me.





 “Cara Mia!” I startled when I heard

Jordan. Why was he not talking to Hanna?

I hadn’t been expecting him to walk

away from the conversation with Hanna. I understood what had to be done. This

was to finalize their relationship or whatever, maybe. I wasn’t expecting him

to be paying attention to my conversation with his sister. I shouldn’t be a

distraction to him, I’m not that important.

I had sworn Amber wouldn’t know I was

upset. I was afraid if I said my true feelings they would mess everything up.

However, I said “he’s not mine.” The truth was, I was infatuated with

everything about Jordan.

When he pulled me away from the group

to talk, not only was I trying to hide my tears, I was trying to hide my

feelings. He makes every nerve in my body go on the fritz when he’s around and

the time apart was hurting me.

“What did you say to my sister

that upset you?” Jordan’s voice was calm as he stared at me. I was looking

at my feet knowing if I looked up a bad case of tears and word vomit would

happen. Embarrassing myself was not in the cards today. How could he know I

said something that upset me? He shouldn’t have been paying attention to me?

But since he had he gave me no real choice, but to say something to him.

“We were talking about how I had

let you go talk to Hannah. I know the talk is needed and I don’t want to be in

the way…” I was now fidgeting with my fingers, trying to calm myself. I

knew better than to mess with my fingers. I knew I kind of told him a lie, but

that doesn’t work so easily with Jordan around.

I was missing him and hating myself

for our time apart. What made this worse was I could smell his soap from

earlier and that male scent that was just Jordan. I could almost feel the heat from

his body, he was so close to mine that it was intoxicating to my system.

“You’re lying to me,”

Jordan said as he took my chin and forced me to look up at him. “What was

the last thing you said to my sister?”

I could not help the tear that

slipped from my eye, or the hiccup when I spoke. “I….I told Amber that

you’re not mine.”

“Is that why you’re upset? Cara,

then make me yours. I know I already am, but if you feel you need to make me

yours, do it. I don’t care how you do it, either. I have been yours from the

first day we met. All I’m doing is talking to Hannah, you have me, not her.

Stop this silliness about a damn girl code.” He smiled and gave me a

sweet, little kiss as he wiped away the tears.

I knew he wasn’t going to tell me

something that wasn’t true. I put myself into this situation. We finished up

and walked back towards the group. Jordan held my hand in his with our fingers

laced together.

I was still trying to figure out what

he said “make me yours.” How do I do that? I was lost in thought, and

he surprised me when he stopped suddenly.

“Oh fuck this.” Jordan

turned and tugged me closer before his big, muscular body and bent down.

“Better hold on, Cara Mia.” I was in complete shock. He used my full

first name in front of everyone. Before I could register everything he was

picking me up. He had my legs wrapped around him in front of all our friends. I

had no time to be embarrassed.

“You want to make me yours, Cara

Mia? Kiss me,” he said in a commanding whisper that sent an electric shock

to my system. My eyes had to be wide and my heart was about to just jump

straight out of my chest. Kiss him, in front of everyone. Oh dear lord!

“Cara Mia stop thinking and kiss

me!” I obliged because how could I say no to him? I brought my hands up to

cup his face. Then lightly brushed my nose against his and placed a sweet

simple kiss against Jordan’s lips. I was lucky with all the shaking he didn’t

drop me.

“Cara Mia…my beloved…I asked

you to kiss me, try one more time.” Jordan was smiling, and I could hear

the hint of laughter in his voice. He knew I was nervous, who wouldn’t be in

this position with everyone watching.

I again went in for a little kiss,

but this time he lightly tapped me on the ass making me gasp. That was enough

for me to open my mouth and for him to deepen the kiss. We held that position

for what seemed like a long time. His scent taking any thoughts from my mind,

while my legs wrapped tighter around his back, his tongue dancing with mine.

All I could do was enjoy it.

After what seemed like way too long

for a public display of kissing, Jordan carefully let me down. On trembling

legs, I felt like I was about to become a puddle in the sand. Now how was I

going to go back to the girls and explain this? Let alone he still has to

finish his talk with Hannah.

Jordan took me by the hand and pulled

me closer to his body. Close enough that he could whisper in my ear. “Cara

if you have any doubts about me being yours I think that kiss proved enough.

More importantly, I just made you, MINE.” He growled the last word as he

kissed my cheek and walked away with a little laugh.


Tracey Champion was born and raised

in Phoenix, Arizona and now reside in Tennessee with her husband and children.

She is a stay at home mom, home-school teacher and support for her family.

Tracey is a hopeless romantic who’s first love story was Dirty Dancing and

Pretty Woman. She has a love for anything Disney. Tracey began writing in

elementary school and wrote more in high school. Her passion will always be

with in the stories whether she writes them or reads them.








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