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BLURB โ†“

I didnโ€™t expect to see Rylee Creed after her brotherโ€™s funeral.

Thatโ€™s the initial reason my jaw hangs slack when she walks into Bent Pedal a month later.

The loss of my friend hit me hard, but thatโ€™s nothing compared to the crash sheโ€™s endured.

Grief and misery still shadow her every move.

But sheโ€™s not alone.

A little boy about the age of my daughter clings to her side.

Their shared pain is too ripe, salt in my raw wounds.

I assume weโ€™re about to make a deal and go our separate ways.

But this bar was Trevorโ€™s pride and joy.

She wants to honor his final wishes.

How can I possibly stand in her way?

Simple. I donโ€™t.

Our paths collide after that point.

The journey forward is messy and complicated, much like us.

Maybe thereโ€™s an exchange to be made after all.

Rylee just has to willingly accept the wager.

Then Iโ€™ll trade her broken heart for mine.

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EXCERPT REVEAL: Leave Him Loved

We are one week away from Leave Him Loved arriving! Itโ€™s safe to say Iโ€™ve never been more excited to press publish. Thereโ€™s just something really special about Reeve and Audria. Youโ€™ll find out super soon!

In the meantime, I have an excerpt for you today. Enjoy a little taste of this upcoming treat!


Audria

I glance at his sneakers. โ€œWhatโ€™s your opinion on cowboy boots?โ€

โ€œEveryone should own a pair.โ€ The statement rolls off his tongue like an indisputable fact.

I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. โ€œNever have I ever.โ€

โ€œOh, are we playing?โ€ That sinful grin tilts higher.

The heat coiling inside me cranks hotter. โ€œI was just stating a fact.โ€

โ€œNext time weโ€™re at the Salt Lick, itโ€™s on.โ€

โ€œThat game is definitely more entertaining with copious amounts of liquor.โ€ I tip the beer to my lips.

โ€œEspecially with your lewd frame of mind.โ€

โ€œHa, youโ€™re hilarious.โ€

โ€œAnd youโ€™re the one who coined CornHub.โ€

I pick at some lint on the blanket. โ€œYouโ€™ve got me there.โ€

โ€œI appreciate your wild and adventurous spirit.โ€ The gleam in his gaze returns.

A twitch crooks at the corner of my lips. Volleying with an equally sweet comment is a seamless move. Instead, I allow a trickling melody of silence to dance between us.

Reeve peers over at me. โ€œAny interest in going to a football game?โ€

I knit my brows. Attending a sporting event had occurred to me as an option. I didnโ€™t know where to begin with possibilities, though. โ€œIowa doesnโ€™t have a pro team.โ€

โ€œDamn, youโ€™re cute.โ€ He chuckles and lightly nudges me in the ribs. โ€œI meant high school.โ€

And now I want to hide behind a tree. โ€œAh, that makes more sense.โ€

โ€œCertainly does. So, wanna go?โ€

โ€œYeah, absolutely. Iโ€™m a fan of the game. Did you ever play?โ€

โ€œOffensive line. I was a tight end,โ€ he explains.

โ€œNo past tense about that,โ€ I whisper.

โ€œIf that does something for you, I still have my jersey.โ€

โ€œHow about the stretchy pants?โ€

โ€œBall huggers,โ€ Reeve corrects.

โ€œYeah,โ€ I purr.

It might be my imagination, but he seems to bend closer. The blue in his eyes swirls with tiny specks of green. The usually cool combination sparks with fire. His hand barely brushes mine, but an unmistakable tingle zaps up my arm. Rather than retreating, he traces the center of my palm with his finger. This type of touchโ€”whether by accident or very much on purpose is irrelevantโ€”steps our harmless flirting up several notches. I suck in a sharp breath, and he notices.

Reeve shifts a safe distance away, taking his warmth with him. The absence of his touch is an immediate loss. His gaze burns into me, vivid depths swirling with undeniable want that Iโ€™m positive reflects in my own eyes. He leans in, ghosting the tip of his nose across my cheek. I tremble and tilt into him.

โ€œYouโ€™re so beautiful,โ€ he whispers.

I lick my bottom lip, preparing to eliminate this invisible barrier separating us once and for all.


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COVER REVEAL: Left for Wild

It’s COVER REVEAL DAY!

The day has FINALLY arrived! Iโ€™m SO excited to spread all the cover love for this book. Left for Wild releases October 22nd. Until then, letโ€™s stare at the smolder!

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Photographer >> Rafa G. Catalรก
Model >> Hugo
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Arrested. Wrongfully accused. Sentenced to ten years.
But the steel bars release me early.
After serving half of my time for a crime I didnโ€™t commit, they grant me paroleโ€”with a very short leash. My second chance at freedom begins now, and I wonโ€™t waste it. I shouldโ€™ve been paying more attention.

Ambushed. Captured. Stranded.
When I wake in the depths of a snowy forest, all seems lost. Iโ€™ve been left alone in the wilderness with zero means of escape. Until someone rouses beside me.

I recognize Blakely Cross instantly, yet sheโ€™s barely more than a stranger. Now sheโ€™s stuck with me in the worst possible place, as collateral damage.

Blakely blames me, and rightfully so. This entire situation is my fault. Our destinies are inadvertently twisted together by forces far larger than us. Whether she hates me or not, we need each other to stay alive.

Cope. Adapt. Persevere.
They tossed us out to be buried, but underestimated our determination. The bond weโ€™re building will overcome the harshest conditions.
And weโ€™re not willing to surrender.

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โ˜† UPCOMING RELEASE + PROMO SIGN-UP โ˜†

Guess what? We are one week closer to release day! Woot, woot!!

Left For Wild is arriving on October 22nd so be sure to save the date.

In the meantime, prepare yourself for:
โœ”๏ธ A broody hero searching for redemption
โœ”๏ธ A hilarious heroine whoโ€™s sure to make you laugh
โœ”๏ธ Strangers forced to rely on each other
โœ”๏ธ A cold climate perfect for cuddling close
โœ”๏ธ Unexpected twists and turns
โœ”๏ธ ALL the swoon and feels

Left For Wild has it ALL and youโ€™ll get to find out so soon! While we wait, make sure youโ€™ve done all the pre-release things.

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Loner, The Latest...

Loner is LIVE!

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USA Today & Amazon Top Ten best-selling author Harloe Rae delivers an emotional enemies-to-lovers romance where a sassy single mom and a reclusive mechanic battle it out with their hearts on the line. This swoony standalone novel is sure to give you all the feels!

“Everyone deserves a chance to be rescued.”

That’s the mantra I’m repeating when a well-equipped biker pulls over to save me. One glance at the scowl Crawford Doxe is wearing proves he isn’t impressed with the task. My efforts to change his mind deflate faster than the shredded tire at our feet. But disgruntled or not, my so-called hero still agrees to fix my flat.

I don’t expect to see Crawford again, but he’s suddenly very visible in our small town. Avoiding him would be my preference. That’s not how this story goes. For whatever reason, my daughter finds an ally in the broody mechanic. Denying her is something I do my best to avoid. I can only hope Crawford’s shine wears off before he tarnishes what little trust still exists.

As if the odds are ever on my side.

Commitments are a foreign concept to him. He doesn’t make any promises to try. That should’ve been enough for me to steer clear. It most certainly isn’t.

What follows can only be described as a disastrous clash of epic proportions.

But one indisputable fact remains. That lone soul has no plans of opening his heart.

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