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❤ Brenna x 

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It’s been a long time coming, but I am so excited to announce that Just Swipe Right has been release! YAY!

I hope you enjoy Molly and Zak’s story.

Happy Reading

Brenna x 

After Molly Craven discovers her celebrity boyfriend hid a nine-year relationship, her best friend Shelley convinces her to give love another shot.

Not sure where to go to meet eligible bachelors, Molly signs up to a dating site, Craze.

Two disastrous dates and Molly is having second thoughts, until a rant from Shelley sparks an idea worth considering. Just Swipe Right, a blog dedicated to dating the duds, studs, and keepers available in the sea of singles.

Keepers are a rare find. So, when Molly meets Zak Lange she is hesitant to share him with the community she has created.

Does finding a keeper mean her dating days, and blog, are over?

Throwback Thursday

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“Remember, don’t make eye contact or else you’ll end up in a gutter.”

Bryn sucked in a breath as she slid the tray, loaded with drinks, from the bar. Not making eye contact was the easy part, balancing glasses filled to the brim and weaving her way through the crowded room was more of a challenge.

Not upending the tray before she took her first step was an accomplishment. One handed may have been the preferred carrying technique, but with the weigh of her load, there was no way that was going to happen.

“Oh, and Bryn.” Sally flashed her a sympathetic smile. “It’d help if you breathe.” No doubt, she experienced a similar sense of dread on her first time entering the VIP section of the nightclub.

Open and exposed for all to see, as if royalty on display—to be admired—Reeves Walker and his partners in crime seemed oblivious to those around them.

There was no questioning Highfliers had filled the club’s legal quota of guests for the evening and doubled it. But that was on someone else’s head, all Bryn had to do was pick a path to her destination and hope her tray wasn’t sent flying by an uncoordinated dance move.

A few women dripped from the mostly male group. Perfectly made up faces and manicured finger nails, complimented designer clothes and sexy stiletto heels, like a trade mark, set those of the in-crowd apart from the clingers on.

Reeves Walker, like the show-stopping centerpiece was seated in the midst of the elite. White leather low line modular sofas, sleek and every bit as stylish as those seated upon it lined the walls, giving the vibe of seclusion and intimacy, in the busy club.

Designer labels weren’t exclusive to the women. The fit of a well-cut Armani suit emphasized what she could only imagine to be a ripped body many women had delighted in running their hands over. She didn’t have to be close to Reeves to imagine he smelt as expensive as he looked, splashed with a heady fragrance to compliment his charm.

He’d not long been settled with his four most regular buddies when the women began to descend. A slight nod of his head was enough of an invitation for them to step over the threshold and into the cream. Reeves Walker was like the delectable cherry on top.

Laced with poison Bryn couldn’t imagine why a woman with any common sense would willingly risk the allure, but, over the past two weeks of working the bar, she’d witnessed the game over again. Acceptance into the circle meant a ticket to his bed. His reputation wasn’t rumor. Practically every night he left with a different women, and Bryn doubted he was being hospitable and ensuring they arrived home safe. He was a free agent to entertain whoever he pleased, but what she couldn’t understand was the willingness of women who frequented the club in hope of becoming the next notch on his belt. Surely even they realized that Reeves Walker was the master player, and he lined them up like pawns.

The only alteration she wished he’d make to his practice was that he sat in a position other than the one he occupied, so he was more easily accessible when waited upon.

No sooner had she spied an opening in the crowd, making delivery of the drinks a possibility, was it filled by a couple too caught up in each other to realize they were a hindrance.

Just my luck. There was no longer an easy way of serving him first, at least, not without putting the tray down on the table in front of him.

Bryn weighed up her options, risk spilling a full tray of drinks into the club owners lap, or set it down and smear his precious glass topped table—the perfect surface for cutting and lining up cocaine. Not a grain of dust need be missed when snorting from the polished black top, not to mention the ego trip as consumers watched themselves ingest the powdery substance in it’s reflection.

She knew drugs, almost as intimately as the Lord and every trick in his book, having been exposed to a scene many would class as a disadvantage. Bryn saw it as a constant reminder of what she’d never become. Employed to serve drinks in a drug lords club wasn’t the worse she could do. The money she worked for was earned, even if it was dished out by the hands of one so cold and heartless.

Super model good looks with his chiseled jaw and rich as dark chocolate hair she’d enjoy nothing more than to rake her fingers through. He was the prize most women came to Highfliers in hope of winning. But not Bryn. A tough guy she could handle, even one so good-looking, it was the reptilian ice interior that was incapable of fulfilling her needs.

She needed this job, so her next move was important. Another glance confirmed there to be no easy way to get around the mobs, so the glass top it was.

Keeping her line of sight at shoe level, she slid her way between two women, who were clearly absorbed in the men seated on their opposite side, and set the tray down.

A gasp from the woman to her left, despite the blaring music, caused attention like a spotlight on a solo act.

Bryn glanced up, jade green eyes, as mesmerizing as any drug he offered, met her gaze and held. Her lips parted and before giving any thought as to who she was addressing, she smiled. “Seems you already had a shower, I didn’t think you’d appreciate a stick mess in your lap.” Alternative meanings popped into her head as soon as the words escaped her mouth. She diverted her eyes, remembering Sally’s caution only moments earlier, but not before witnessing a smile tease the corner of his lips.

Swiping a cardboard coaster from the stack on her tray, she set it down on the pristine surface and placed his scotch on top. The order in which the drinks had been positioned so they made it to their rightful owner, no longer made sense. Since breaking the eye contact rule, she was certain her position as a waitress was currently up for grabs. A few mixed up drinks could do her no more damage so she dished them out as quickly as possible.

Before turning away, she stole another glance at Reeves. He was watching her, green eyes pierced the outer layer and she clenched to her core under his scrutiny. It wasn’t any wonder staff weren’t permitted to look him in the eye. This man possessed the ability to be the undoing of even the toughest of dealers; she’d be like a midnight snack to him.

She shuddered, sexy he may be, but the cruel dangerous reputation was enough to chill the warmth from her blood. With her head held high, and the deliberate sway of her hips with each step she took, Bryn walked over to where Sally stood watching her. “If I finish the night, do I still get paid?” She placed the tray on top of the bar and folded her arms across her chest.

If Sally weren’t her mentor, Bryn would’ve been intimidated under her constant watch.

With head tipped back, Sally let out a loud burst of laughter. “When his Lordship has a hard time fighting back a smile, from what was the most average delivery of drinks I’ve ever seen, I’d say you might have earned yourself immunity.”

“But I looked him in the eye.”

Sally picked up the tray from the bar and wiped it clean with a damp cloth. “You call that looking him in the eye?” She shook her head. “Honey, you all but ogled him.” Laughter followed as she handed the tray back to Bryn. “My bet is, before the night is through, you’ll be Reeves Walker’s requested waitress.” She turned to walk away, then stopped. “And, Bryn, that’s exactly where you want to be.” She winked, before attending to a waiting customer.

I had a lot of fun writing Bryn and Reeves’ story and hope you enjoyed the beginning of their little adventure.

❤ Brenna x 

Throwback Thursday

THE NEW YOU

There’s no better feeling than writing your first book and seeing it published! The Pact will always be my favourite…

Too many drinks and one bad decision was all it took to change Felicity Hanley’s life forever.

After hitting rock bottom Flic escapes her past by moving to the tranquil wine region, Margaret River, where she develops new friendships and rediscovers a passion she thought was lost.

But, no matter how fast she flees, the trauma of her past is one step ahead—waiting.
Can she trust again, after the last time nearly killed her?

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Mommy’s Boy ~ Tuesday Teaser

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Unedited, straight from my work in progress…

Mommy’s Boy ~ Blog post

On time and as good-looking as his photographs promised, Tim was waiting on the steps inside and to the right of the cinema complex as planned.

When he suggested a romantic comedy as a good way to end a busy week, I jumped at the chance. Rom-coms are my movie genre of choice, and the week had indeed been busy, Craze wholly and solely responsible for my lack of sleep. Besides, a movie first date had me beating that not much could go wrong. If personality matched his online persona, there may be a second date in me despite my insecurities of being replaced by the next one on his list of matches.

As much as I hate to admit, it was as much an addiction as I expected it to be—swiping late into the night and chatting to random strangers, mostly about the weather, or how busy our lives are. Scheduling dates with some, whilst others seemed keen to linger in the chat room. Most of my matches appeared too good to be true and more adventurous and exciting than a superhero.

The thing that I can’t really understand, about the contenders on the site, is that everyone seem to live complete lives, not really in need for more. How they intend to fit a significant other into their full and exciting life seemed a challenge that didn’t add up to possibility in the measly twenty four hours granted each day.

A cold Friday night saw to the cinemas being a popular choice of entertainment, so how close people were standing, jam-packed and waiting in lines to enter theatres, or to purchase tickets or food at the candy bar, didn’t strike me as strange. That was until I approached and saw that the older woman smooched up against Tim wasn’t only standing close, but her arm was linked with his.

I know I wore a frown as I approached, but unless he failed to disclose that he was a siamese twin with a much older female look alike, then he had some explaining to do.

“Molly.” He greeted me as if an old friend, smile wide and endearing, and held his free hand out for me to grasp, which, as if on autopilot, I did.

His grip was tight as he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. The attachment to his arm leaned also, enabling him to close the distance. “This is my mom, Sian. When I told her about you she was so excited that she insisted on meeting you, so here she is.”

I smiled to be polite, but, seriously, was this guy for real?

Sian certainly didn’t look excited to see me. Her face as sour as if she sucked a unripened plum.

“Nice to meet you.” There was no point hiding the obvious. A first date was hardly the time to venture so far as meeting the parents. Instantly, sex on a first date seemed an appropriate option after all.

It wasn’t any wonder this guy was still on the shelf if his handbag insisted on attending all outings. And, if that were the case, he could very well be the only thirty year old guy with a gunning chance of being a virgin. Not that a lack of experience appeals to me, merely an observation.

Tim glanced at his mother when she failed to respond and gave her a little nudge, which initiated a forced smile and, likewise.

I wanted to turn and run, but I didn’t have the guts with the likes of Sian on my tail. Her piercing eyes were enough to freeze my soul in a heartbeat.

Brenna x
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I can’t wait to share Molly’s story with you.

Brenna x 

 

 

Highfliers Has Been Unleashed

 

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Super excited, and a little nervous, to share with you, Bryn and Reeves’ story…I hope you love it!

How do you tame a drug lord when dealing is all he’s ever known?
Bryn Evans may seem like the new waitress in town, but truth is, she’s been around the block for years.
Rich, sexy, and wildly untameable, Reeves Walker might appear to be everything a woman wants, but for now all Bryn wants is to keep her enemies close and their enemies even closer.
But, how close is too close when dealing with one so dangerously sexy as Reeves Walker?

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