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Gods of the Gridiron, Book 1

Sports Romance, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 28, 2020

 

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They don’t call him Ares for no reason!

Travis Redmond, the ram of a running back for the Atlanta Gladiators, may
be a lot of things—hot-headed, arrogant, rash—but a cheater
isn’t one of them. Until cheating is the only option he has to save his
brother, Tucker, from the clutches of a dangerous criminal mastermind.

When his impulsive actions get him an UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT penalty and
he ends up suspended and back in his hometown of San Antonio, Texas, the
last person he expected to see again was Skyla Larson, his former classmate
from Brevidge High.

Skyla isn’t the shy girl he remembers from Biology. She’s changed after a
decade and man, is she scorching hot now… and with the sass to go
along with it too! Sly little Sky’s got a few secrets of her own,
including a particular person she’s investigating as Atlanta’s
assistant district attorney.

Their reunion and bar-side banter are short-lived though as these two
suddenly find themselves running for their lives…and falling in love on
top of that!

Love has poor timing, especially when they have everything to lose
including their hearts… The “god of war” may have found
something worth fighting for—the mighty Aphrodite of his.

 

 

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PROLOGUE

 

Travis Redmond sat at the bar, beer in hand, feeling like the biggest loser
in the NFL. He’d gotten formally suspended this time after he’d
pulled his helmet off and gone nose to nose with a player on the field,
during a game, in front of eighty-thousand plus fans.

Yeah, he’d been wrong. Yeah, he’d been angry. Yeah, he’d
been throwing the game…intentionally. And Pollux Reed had called him out
for it. But dammit, he had no idea what Travis was going through and why
he’d done what he had. He was tired of the talk behind his back and
when Reed had mumbled that bullshit under his breath, Trav had seen red and
went at him before he could even think.

He’d only been playing for the Gladiators for a month now and he was
being scrutinized, his motives questioned—like they’d been
before he’d gotten traded from the Stallions. But no one understood
what was happening, what a shit-show his little brother had gotten the two
of them into. There were some dark and shady men at the center of this whole
scandal, and if Travis didn’t play his cards right, Tucker’s
life was at stake. He had to do what they said, had to subtly throw the
games, had to keep the facade going. The alternative was unthinkable.

For now, Travis was simply biding his time and looked back over to Hank,
the bartender of Gunslingers, the current bar he was in, here in his
hometown of San Antonio, Texas. He’d needed a break from all the heat
he was in, back in Atlanta, using the excuse to come out and visit his
family and catch up with his former teammates. 

Tonight, Trav was meeting up with a friend he used to play with on the
Stallions—his former QB, Judd Gilbert. He’d be heading back to
Georgia in a couple days’ time.

Travis checked his phone again, all too aware of the eyes that kept coming
back to him. He was as inconspicuous as a famous football player and
record-breaking running back could be in his backwards ball cap and shades,
despite that it was so dark in the place that he could barely see. The tight
Nike t-shirt and jeans probably didn’t help. Judd hadn’t texted
him back, although Travis had been at the bar for about twenty minutes now,
waiting.

“Is it true? Were you throwing that game like they said?” Hank
asked, leaning over the half-empty bar top, polishing a beer stein.

“What the fuck do you think?” Trav grumbled and looked around.
“You know me. You know I ain’t like that!” It hurt that
people had no more faith in him than they did…even if it were true.

“I know, but it sure don’t seem that way. You shouldn’t
have fumbled that ball, Trav.”

“What do you do for a living?” When Hank paused, Trav buried
the hatchet. “You pour fucking liquor into glasses. Why don’t
you do that and stop telling me how to do my job? When you bust your ass on
that field every Sunday, then we can talk. Until then, shut the hell
up.” Travis looked away, his heart hurting at the acid dripping from
his lips. He had to make this seem legit though or Tucker was a dead man.
They’d warned him and warned him and warned him. And Tucker was in
their grasp now. They could put a bullet through his head in the blink of an
eye if Travis acted suspiciously. They’d already sent him a pinky toe
in the mail. He assumed it was his brother’s but couldn’t verify
it for a fact. They could be bluffing, but he knew them too well; they
hadn’t bluffed prior to now.

Travis pulled his shades off and looked around, narrowing his eyes at the
onlookers, almost growling like a cornered dog. Yeah, it’s me fuckers,
Travis fuckin’ Redmond! In the flesh, he wanted to shout but took
another sip of beer instead, back home and up to no good, he thought to
himself.

Just then his phone beeped and he checked it, seeing a text from Judd.

Judd: Hey, man. Sorry, I’m gonna have to bail tonight. Jerica is
running a fever and Gemma thinks we should take her to urgent care. FML. I
really hate this. I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch before
you head out on Thursday?

Well, shit! Trav was on his own tonight…in a bar he didn’t even
wanna be in. His night just kept getting better and better.

Travis texted back with: No worries, man. Hope she’s alright. Talk
tomorrow.

He replaced his phone in his back pocket and looked at the opening door,
seeing that it was raining out now as an impeccably dressed redhead with a
giant umbrella stomped in, huffing.

Trav’s eyes narrowed as he tried to place her. That face, mouth, and
skin tone… He could swear he’d seen them before. When she
looked up, her blue eyes grazed him robotically before zeroing in on the
bartender.

“Excuse me, do you have a phone I could use?” she asked and got
a scoff from Hank.

“Payphone’s in the back, lady.”

She sighed heavily and closed the dripping umbrella, swiping her black
heels on the giant rug at the entrance of the door. She was clad in a
striped, heather-gray pant suit with a cream silk top. She rifled through
the big leather bag on her shoulder before tucking her unruly, long curly
hair behind her ears. He heard her grumble, “Fuck,” as she
pulled out a wallet and runaway coins began to bounce onto the floor with
little pings here and there.

Travis understood; his day was just as shitty.

He decided then to move off his seat and assist her. He stepped forward and
bent down to retrieve the three quarters, five nickels, and four dimes that
had fallen out of her wallet. As her sapphire blue eyes fell to his, the
woman’s jaw literally dropped as she recognized him.

He was used to this. Being a professional athlete got a man all kinds of
attention; some wanted and others not so much. He wasn’t sure of the
attention here but hoped she didn’t draw too much his way. The heat of
the chaos he’d already generated himself was creating steam around him
and he wanted to hug a wall at this point.

The shock on her face quickly turned to scorn. Great! She not only
recognizes me, she hates me. No scoring for me tonight.

“Here, you dropped this,” his voice plunged in annoyance as he
thrust the fist full of change forward.

“Keep it! No one asked for your two cents anyway.”

Ouch! Feisty. Well, she was a redhead after all.

“It’s actually $1.40 to be exact,” he smarted.

“Hmm, you could probably use it more than I could right now, Mr.
Redmond.”

He rolled his eyes. Maybe she was a jaded fan or the wife of an opposing
player. Either way, he wasn’t taking her money, to hell with her.

He slammed it on the bar top because his temper was the shortest thing on
him. “You’ll need it for the fucking payphone,” he grated
out even as she turned her back to him and walked in the direction of the
phone and bathrooms. “Ungrateful bitch,” he mumbled under his
breath.

Travis sat back down at the bar and continued to nipple his beer, looking
up at the television that hung on the back wall. It was set to SportsCenter,
so he kept his eyes locked on it, listening to the play by play of past
Sunday’s games. The sportscasters began arguing predictions of the
coming games, evaluating the players and their stats, and then started to
debate Travis’s future with the Gladiators. Again, anger seized him.
What the hell did they know? His head coach, Greg Cavanaugh, and the owner
of his team, Jerry Taylor, hadn’t talked about cutting him. He was
only suspended for two weeks, and it’d been for taunting, not throwing
the games.

Travis sighed and leaned back on the bar stool. His guilt might be enough
to kill him; the team didn’t deserve to be done the way they were, nor
his teammates. Travis wished things could be different, but there was
nothing he could do. He couldn’t go to the cops, he couldn’t
discuss it—with anyone—and he couldn’t allow them to fire
him. He had to keep this up. Had to continue to keep his brother alive.

“Can I have a water please?” Joy! The stuck-up lady was back.

“Does this look like a Waffle House?” Hank snorted.

“C’mon, I’ll pay for a soda. I—”

“Give her a damn water, Hank, and quit bein’ a dick,”
Travis scolded with yet another scowl, getting one in answer. Hank huffed
but did as he was told. “You’re grumpy tonight and it’s
showing.”

“Yeah, and with no damn help from you. You’re supposed to be
the town hero, Travis. You’re really disappointin’ us
lately.”

Yeah, that makes two of us, buddy, he thought but spoke instead to the
mysterious redhead who’d sat down two stools from him. “You sure
you don’t need somethin’ stronger?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Figures,” he mumbled and sipped his beer again.

“Yeah, well maybe if you didn’t drink so much, you could keep
your damn hands on the football.” The redhead smirked, and Travis
frowned over at her. Who did she think she was, talking to him like that?
What Hell had she come from to torture him like everyone else was tonight?

“Like you’d even fuckin’ know,” he retorted back.
She probably didn’t even watch football, he bet. She just went along
with what the man who’d put that big rock on her finger told her to
do.

Travis rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV, getting nothing else out
of her for a minute. As soon as this beer was done, he was saying,
“Fuck off” to all of ‘em and getting the hell out of Dodge
while the gettin’ was good.

The redhead rifled through her giant bag once more and sighed at the cell
phone in her hands, drawing Travis’s attention again.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath and threw it back into her
purse.

Trav’s brows went up in question, but she looked away quickly, as if
his stare was abhorrent. She’d be pretty if she would stop being such
a cunt. There was something about her though that, again, made him feel as
if he knew who she was.

“You from around here?” he finally asked, curiosity getting the
best of him, and moved lithely onto the stool beside her. He was curious by
nature; he couldn’t help himself.

“Yes, unfortunately I am,” she responded, running a hand
through her mane of red hair.

“Unfortunately?” he sassed. “What? You too good to come
from ol’ San Antonio?”

“No,” she smarted back and rounded on him. “But I
certainly wasn’t hoping to run into you again.”

Again? When the hell had he run into her in the first place? He
hadn’t slept with her, had he? If he had, he was certain he
would’ve remembered a set of tits and a pair of legs like hers.

He grinned. “I don’t reckon I know you,
darlin’.”

“Oh, yes, you do,” she retorted hotly and took a sip of her
water. “You just don’t recognize me. I mean, it’s been
almost ten years since we graduated.”

Holy shit! He’d gone to high school with her? Who was she?

He looked her over and tried to rack his brain. High cheekbones, great
tits, curvy hips, porcelain skin… Nope, he was drawing a blank. But then
again, he’d been hit one too many times in the head since high school.

“Got a name, Fireball?”

“Yes, Travis Redmond, I do. Too bad you don’t remember
it.” She huffed, and he couldn’t help but laugh at this
woman’s audacity. He was certain he would’ve remembered a sexy,
feisty redhead; this lady was unforgettable.

“You’re gonna make me work for it… Ok, fine. Maybe
it’ll be fun.” His grin was like the cat that ate the canary for
a moment before he spied her engagement ring again. Damn! She was engaged,
he’d forgotten. Too bad too, because he could’ve had loads of
fun with this sassy, little ginger. Each one he’d ever taken to bed
had truly been straight fire and tonight, he needed that kind of fire to
forget all his problems.

“Oh, I—” she stammered as she went to remove the ring
from her finger. “I—I’m not—”

“Sure. And I’m not one of the NFL’s leading running
backs.”

“No. Actually. He—he, uh—”

“Sure, he did.” Travis went to turn, annoyed by the
woman’s sudden separation from her fiancé on his account.

“He was fucking his secretary. I just found out yesterday. It’s
one of the reasons I’m here. Along with work. I needed to get
away.” She blushed, her face as red as her hair. Tears hit her blue
eyes. “The affair is big news now. The media got wind of it this
morning,” she mumbled, looking down. 

“Bummer.” He understood how the media took a story and ran with
it. “So, your fiancé a politician or somethin’?”

“He’s the mayor of Atlanta.”

“No shit!” She lived in Atlanta too? “Wait, ain’t
he a bit old for you?” The mayor was, indeed, an old dude.

She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter much anymore, does
it?” She smirked sarcastically, and Travis’s eyes fell over her
face.

She had a light dusting of freckles, which her foundation covered, rosy
cheeks, an aquiline nose, and no-nonsense blue eyes. And in that moment, she
looked as run-down as he did. He took pity on her and felt bad for calling
her a bitch behind her back.

“Hank, get us two shots. Make ‘em lemon drops.”

“No,” the pretty woman protested, shaking her head. “I
can’t. Really.

“Oh, c’mon. Have a drink with your old classmate. We’re
celebrating a reunion. Just a round or two. It won’t hurt ya. Besides,
there ain’t enough liquor in those things to even get you good and
buzzed.”

She cocked her head, trying to get him to understand, but he persisted.

“Just one. Maybe two. I swear, I’ll get you home in one
piece.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’ll try to do, if you’re
anything like what you were back in high school. But my car needs a tow and
the wrecker’s gonna be a while, so I’ll have one, maybe two with
you. But I am not going home with you, Travis.”

“Deal!” Travis grinned and motioned for Hank to get the shots.
“But I gotta ask? Have we slept together before?”

She shook her head dramatically. “I’d never sleep with you. Not
in a million years.”

“Right, but you’ll sleep with the damn, old-ass, bald guy you
were engaged to,” Travis snorted. The woman didn’t confirm nor
deny the accusation but she sure as hell was gonna marry the asshole, so
there was that.

“So, you gonna tell me your damn name so I can get reacquainted with
you or continue to keep me guessing?”

She laughed, like genuinely laughed, and Travis was taken by how beautiful
she was as her face lit up.

Wow! How had he forgotten a woman who looked like that?

“Skyla.”

“Skyla?” Travis was combing through every neuron to try and
remember this lady, but he couldn’t place her to save his life.

“I wore glasses, had braces, was overweight,” she elaborated.
“Skyla Larson from Bio.” 

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!”

Travis was literally dumbfounded as he recalled the chubby, strawberry
blonde he’d had Biology with. The girl he remembered was shy,
practically mute, and tripped over her own two feet constantly.

“No way! You are not.”

“Am too.” Skyla’s brow rose.

Travis’s eyes roved over her. She’d honed that fleshy pubescent
body into a slender masterpiece, taken those ugly-ass glasses and braces
off, and now she was fine AF, and he told her so. “Damn! You’re
smokin’ fuckin’ hot now, Skyla. What’d you discover?
P90X.”

She rolled her eyes but gave him a smile. “Thanks, Travis. That means
a lot coming from you. But not only did I discover P90X and clean-eating, I
also grew the fuck up… unlike some of my classmates.”

Travis laughed. Damn, this was entertaining and got his mind off the fear
that his life had become since his brother had come to him six months ago,
pleading for five million dollars and protection. “You grew up
alright.” Travis’s eyes focused on her big breasts, and he
remembered that she did have those in high school—Braces, buck teeth,
and big tits. It was starting to come back to him now. “You were never
sarcastic though, and I can’t say I like that about you.”

“Good thing I don’t give a shit what you like.”

“Burn, baby.” He smirked. “Is the rest of you as scalding
hot as that tongue of yours?” He gave her a crooked grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” she asked and thanked
Hank for the shots he placed before them.

“Yes! I would indeed,” Travis answered and raised his shot
after Sky grabbed hers. “Here’s to reconnections.”

 

 About the Author

Shanna Swenson is an award-winning finalist in the Fiction: Romance
category of the 2020 International Book Awards for her books Abundance and
Return to Abundance. She’s known for writing endearing adult romance novels
that showcase the healing power of true love in the face of tragedy.

She’s a dreamer turned author who does cardiac ultrasounds by day and
creates fictional worlds every spare chance she can. Shanna started writing
at the age of fourteen and has always loved dynamic characters. She’s
fascinated by the unknown, is a Cancer with a capital “C”, and has
an eclectic taste in music, movies, and books.

When she’s not writing or reading, she’s working out, taking photographs,
or hanging out with her own “knight in shining armor.”

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Hollywood Name Game, Book 2

Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy

Release Date: August 27, 2020

 

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From internationally bestselling romance author Alexa Aston – Book Two in
the exciting Hollywood Name Game – a stunning new contemporary romance
series. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

 

She’s Hollywood royalty whose trail vanished a dozen years ago.

He doesn’t do relationships and thinks commitment is a four-letter
word.

They Google each other . . . and sparks fly . . .

Sydney Revere, the daughter of a famous movie couple, left Hollywood behind
over a decade ago. Christened The Wild Child by the media, she reinvents
herself as a serious student who becomes an attorney and marries a safe,
predictable man. When her husband cheats on her and the law loses its
glitter, Sydney returns to Hollywood. Her father hires her to storyboard his
upcoming movie, No Regrets—and then stuns Sydney when he offers her
the job as his assistant director.

Dash DeLauria is a rising actor who hasn’t trusted a woman since his
mother left. He’s now the guardian of his mentally-challenged brother.
Dash is looking to grow professionally and after he wins the lead in No
Regrets, he finds he’s lost his heart and soul to Sydney. With both
their careers on the upswing, life is sweet.

But Sydney’s ex-husband isn’t finished with her yet.
Discovering who she really is—and that she’s wealthy—he
tracks her to California, ready to start over with her again.

No matter what it takes . . .

 

Hollywood Flirt is the second book in the Hollywood Name Game series. Each
book in the series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of
order.

 

 

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Who are you? Was she serious?

Every woman in America knew Dash DeLauria. He couldn’t pump his own
gas or grab a latte in Starbucks. A stylist came to his house when he needed
a haircut. How could she not know who he was?

Whoever she was, she was hot. Despite the sleek navy business suit and
conservative shell under it that made her look totally establishment.
Despite the dull brown hair, which didn’t seem to go with the rest of
her. The remaining package?

It was everything Dash liked.

She was very tall and at six-three, he liked a tall woman. She had
flawless, incandescent skin. Green eyes the color of summer grass that
popped. Without a doubt, she possessed the most kissable mouth he’d
seen in a long time. He already itched to put his lips next to hers and take
them for a spin.

“Who are you?” he replied, turning the tables back to her.
Maybe she was Monty Revere’s personal assistant. Or accountant. She
sure as hell wasn’t his housekeeper—but Dash would love to play
house with her. Anytime.

“I asked first.” She eyeballed him calmly but he saw the pulse
point jump in her throat. Despite her cool and collected outside, he had an
effect on this woman.

“Who would you like me to be?” he asked, mimicking Julia
Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“Are you serious? You’re flirting with me? I don’t
believe this.” Her eye roll would put any teenage girl to shame.

“Oh, baby, you’d know if I was flirting with you,” he
teased, his interest in her growing by the minute. Dash was never interested
in women. They were always interested in him.

She jerked the box from his hands and shoved the money at his chest. The
minute she touched him, electric sparks shot through him.

 

About the Author

Award-winning and internationally bestselling author Alexa Aston lives with
her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark
chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She’s a
binge fiend (The Crown and Ozark are favorites) who enjoys travel, sports,
and time with her family.

Her historical romances bring to life loveable rogues and dashing knights,
while her contemporary romances are light and flirty and sometimes contain a
bit of suspense.

 

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Wild Horse Ranch Book 1
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: August 7, 2020
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A slow-burn romance between two outsiders from opposite worlds:
He’s the biggest outcast in town…
Chase Collins has never met a horse he didn’t like. Too bad he can’t say the same for people. In his hometown Lutton, his poor reputation follows him like a dark shadow. It’s best for everyone if he sticks to where he belongs. At least on Wild Horse Ranch, he’s safe from judgment. Then one day a familiar face from 10 years ago shows up out of the blue.
She’s a wanderer who comes and goes…
Samara Grant is a nomad at heart. She doesn’t like staying put for too long. But when her Grandma Bunny passes away, she has to put her carefree lifestyle on hold to handle her affairs. She might have spent childhood summers in Lutton, Texas, but it’s no place to live. She wants to get in and out as fast as possible. Little does she know life has other plans.
Together, they form an unbreakable bond…
When Samara feels like she’s losing control of her life, she decides to take it back. She asks Chase to teach her how to ride. Neither expect to find common ground—and a fiery attraction—when Chase agrees. But their blossoming relationship isn’t celebrated by everyone. The closer Chase and Samara get, the more an unforeseen enemy seeks to tear them apart…
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The kiss kept him up at night. For hours he lay in his bed and stared up at the dark ceiling. He couldn’t close his eyes. The second he did the image of them flashed behind his lids. It replayed for him like a movie on a projector screen. Only that it felt too real; it had been real.

The sensations enveloped him. The earthy musk of rain hung in the air. The wet soil squelched under their boots, clumps of dirt now muddied. Raindrops clung to their skin and dampened their clothes until the soaked fabric weighed them down. His usually wooden exterior washed away as if an act by the rain itself. He wiped his face and blinked against the falling droplets, and there she was. Right in front of him with breathless curiosity. 

He still couldn’t say what it was that came over him. His critical mind pressed pause. His heart thwacked against his rib cage at full speed. His eyes were wide and open for what felt like the first time. Hers were on his face, pools of deep brown that he got lost in. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached for her. His fingers clamped around her arm and they orbited each other. The pull was inevitable. Those full, dusky pink lips of hers begging to be kissed…

 About the Author

Mila Nicks has a thing for romance. Chick lit, chick flicks, you name it,
she’s there. She’s all about basking in a quality, well-told love story.
It’s why she’s decided to use her passion for writing to pen love stories
featuring women of color.
When she’s not engrossed in all things romance, she’s probably out
shopping, sampling food off of someone else’s plate, or hanging with her
feisty and dangerous pet chihuahua, Zayden.
For more on Mila, including upcoming releases and story freebies, check out
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Wild Horse Ranch Book 1
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: August 7, 2020
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A slow-burn romance between two outsiders from opposite worlds:
He’s the biggest outcast in town…
Chase Collins has never met a horse he didn’t like. Too bad he can’t say the same for people. In his hometown Lutton, his poor reputation follows him like a dark shadow. It’s best for everyone if he sticks to where he belongs. At least on Wild Horse Ranch, he’s safe from judgment. Then one day a familiar face from 10 years ago shows up out of the blue.
She’s a wanderer who comes and goes…
Samara Grant is a nomad at heart. She doesn’t like staying put for too long. But when her Grandma Bunny passes away, she has to put her carefree lifestyle on hold to handle her affairs. She might have spent childhood summers in Lutton, Texas, but it’s no place to live. She wants to get in and out as fast as possible. Little does she know life has other plans.
Together, they form an unbreakable bond…
When Samara feels like she’s losing control of her life, she decides to take it back. She asks Chase to teach her how to ride. Neither expect to find common ground—and a fiery attraction—when Chase agrees. But their blossoming relationship isn’t celebrated by everyone. The closer Chase and Samara get, the more an unforeseen enemy seeks to tear them apart…
 About the Author

Mila Nicks has a thing for romance. Chick lit, chick flicks, you name it,
she’s there. She’s all about basking in a quality, well-told love story.
It’s why she’s decided to use her passion for writing to pen love stories
featuring women of color.
When she’s not engrossed in all things romance, she’s probably out
shopping, sampling food off of someone else’s plate, or hanging with her
feisty and dangerous pet chihuahua, Zayden.
For more on Mila, including upcoming releases and story freebies, check out
her website and subscribe to her newsletter:
https://www.milanickswrites.com/


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Hollywood Name Game, Book 1
Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 6, 2020
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From internationally bestselling romance author Alexa Aston comes a stunning new Contemporary Romance series. Book One in the exciting Hollywood Name Game series has arrived. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
Being late to an interview lands her the biggest job opportunity of her life.
He may be rich and successful—but he’s just this side of miserable.
Can a wannabe be The One for the biggest star in Hollywood?
Cassie Carroll came to Hollywood with big dreams that never materialized. Acting isn’t even on the back burner anymore—it’s completely off the stove. Working for a third-rate agent, Cassie hopes to land a new job that will give her credibility, as well as help pay the rent. Late to her interview, she swerves to avoid hitting a dog—and totals the car of Hollywood’s leading action superstar. Surprisingly, she walks away from their encounter with a job—as the sexiest man alive’s personal assistant.
Rhett Corrigan is bored with the movies he makes and the drop-dead gorgeous model he’s dating. He’s afraid that Hollywood has typecast him—and that he’ll never be able to break out of his action mold and try new acting challenges. When Cassie Carroll literally slams into his life, she brings a breath of fresh air and common sense to his world. She pushes him to be a better actor and a better man.
Can these friends become lovers—and can their love survive—in a tabloid-happy town that thrives on rumors and backstabbing?
Hollywood Heartbreaker is the first book in the Hollywood Name Game series. Each book in the series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
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Hollywood Flirt
Hollywood Name Game. Book 2
Release Date: August 27, 2020
She’s Hollywood royalty whose trail vanished a dozen years ago.
He doesn’t do relationships and thinks commitment is afour-letter word.
They Google each other . . . and sparks fly . . .
SydneyRevere, the daughter of a famous movie couple, left Hollywood behind over adecade ago. Christened The Wild Child bythe media, she reinvents herself as a serious student who becomes an attorneyand marries a safe, predictable man. When her husband cheats on her and the lawloses its glitter, Sydney returns to Hollywood. Her father hires her tostoryboard his upcoming movie, No Regrets–andthen stuns Sydney when he offers her the job as his assistant director.
DashDeLauria is a rising actor who hasn’t trusted a woman since his mother left.He’s now the guardian of his mentally-challenged brother. Dash is looking togrow professionally and after he wins the lead in No Regrets, he findshe’s lost his heart and soul to Sydney. With both their careers on the upswing,life is sweet.
ButSydney’s ex-husband isn’t finished with her yet. Discovering who she reallyis–and that she’s wealthy–he tracks her to California, ready to start over withher again.
No matter what it takes . . .
Coming Soon
Book 3 – Hollywood Player
Book 4 – Hollywood Double
Book 5 – Hollywood Enigma
Excerpt
Cassie squeezed her eyes closed as she plowed into the vehicle. An awful crunching noise sounded, metal grinding against metal. No airbag exploded because the car didn’t have one. She bounced off the steering wheel as her heart slammed against her ribs. The guy that had stepped out couldn’t have survived the impact. What did they call it—vehicular manslaughter? She would go to prison for the rest of her life. This would be the final nail to hammer into the Cassie Coffin. She’d taken a life and would give up her own in payment. Forcing her eyes open, her jaw dropped in amazement.
The guy was alive.
Granted, he was draped across the trunk of some foreign-looking convertible but she hadn’t crushed the life out of him. Somehow, he’d managed to spin around, quick reflexes saving his life. He came upright and limped a few steps. Great. She must have nicked him. He leaned against the car—what was left of it—and held a hand to his forehead as he turned to stare at her.
Her adrenaline spiked. She’d totaled his very expensive car. Cassie had the feeling the stranger was about to tear her apart. She would meet him in the middle and grovel. Maybe turn on some tears for good measure. Hadn’t Jolene told her that men hated themselves when they made women cry?
Cassie unhooked her seat belt and tried to get out of the car. The door wouldn’t budge. Great. She’d have to go back to climbing in through the passenger’s side as she had last month when the Civic went through a temperamental stage. Or maybe not. She glanced around and saw the crumpled hood, steam rising, and watched as the sedan shuddered, giving up the ghost.
The smell of gasoline began to permeate the air, clouding her judgment. She looked down at her outfit and knew today’s interview wasn’t happening with the way she looked. She’d seen homeless people appear more pulled together. Confused, she wondered what she had wanted to do.
Cassie saw the stupid dog again that she’d swerved to miss. A yapping poodle. The mutt’s owner teetered over on stilettos taller than the Eiffel Tower and scooped the dog up, hugging him to her tightly as she glared at Cassie. Cassie estimated the dog’s outfit cost more than her last month’s rent. The woman didn’t bother to ask if she needed help. Hollywood. It was a different world from Texas.
She reached for her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Nothing else of value to save. Cassie prayed the passenger door would open. If it didn’t, she could always climb into the back seat and get out that way.
Suddenly, he was hollering. The guy she’d sort of hit. It must’ve been his car she’d smashed. If she hadn’t been sure before, she was now. Men and their cars—no one came between them.
Cassie giggled at her flash of wisdom. That was one car that wouldn’t be cruising around Beverly Hills anytime soon. Jeez, what would this do to her insurance? She already had two speeding tickets in the last eighteen months. Her insurance agent would drop her now. She’d be at the mercy of those goons that only advertised on late night TV. They charged an arm and a leg to cover high-risk drivers. She was now a charter member of that club.
She looked up as the guy inched closer, hobbling along, yelling, his arms waving. Breathing the fumes had her disoriented. She couldn’t understand what he was saying. She started to apologize but then remembered her mom told her never to apologize after a wreck because that could be construed as admitting guilt. She was at fault. Big time.
The guy made it to her and tried to yank the door open. It wouldn’t move. Before Cassie could speak, he reached through her open window and hauled her out.
“Hey, wait a minute. What are you doing?”
He mumbled something but all Cassie could do was stare at him. He had the most amazing gray eyes, dark and stormy and full of anger.
At her.
Recognition seared through her. “Oh, God. You’re Rhett Corrigan.”
About the Author
Award-winning and internationally bestselling author Alexa Aston lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She’s a binge fiend (The Crown and Ozark are favorites) who enjoys travel, sports, and time with her family.
Her historical romances bring to life loveable rogues and dashing knights, while her contemporary romances are light and flirty and sometimes contain a bit of suspense.
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