In honor of the 4th Anniversary of the launch (where did the time go?), all four books now have amazing new covers (thanks to the talented Simone Renou) and for the first time are available in PRINT!
The re-launch schedule is as follows:
REMIND ME - available now! https://amzn.to/2D74xLy
RELEASE ME - Available 4/23 https://amzn.to/2D5QpC0
RECLAIM ME - Available 4/30 https://amzn.to/2WXfoz2
EMBRACE ME - Available 5/7 https://amzn.to/2VCb8on
REMIND ME
by Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers
Excerpt:
Allie
reached for her lemon drop martini, her second of the night, and licked a bit
of sugar from the rim. The tangy beverages were going down much too smoothly.
If she didn’t get some food in her stomach, she’d be paying the price come
morning. The last thing she needed was to roll into work with a hangover. “We
should order.”
Harper
took a generous sip of something called a Strawberry Blonde and grabbed a menu
off the marble tabletop. She flipped through the small leather binder,
bypassing the extensive wine list in favor of colorful drinks with elaborate
descriptions. “Oh!” Her eyes grew wide. “How about a Sucker Punch?
“I meant
something more along the lines of dinner, but what the hell.”
Harper craned
her neck, searching for the waiter she’d been flirting with all night. She
startled when he was suddenly at her side.
“Can I
bring you ladies another round?” he asked. Allie had to admit he was a bit of a
doll. Big brown eyes with lashes that wouldn’t quit, dark hair a little longer
than most, and a smile to make you forget what you were going to order. At
least that was the effect he seemed to be having on Harper.
Allie
came to her rescue. “Two Sucker Punches, please.” As soon as he was out of
earshot she jumped on the chance to tease her tongue-tied friend. “Harper
Hayes, speechless. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Oh, shut
up,” Harper grumbled. Her cheeks were rosy pink as she reached for her glass.
“He just caught me off guard, that’s all. They should tell him not to sneak up
on people like that.” She finished off the rest of her cocktail and plucked the
strawberry garnish from the edge of the glass. Allie could almost see the
wheels turning as Harper regained her composure. “I’m going to give him my
number,” she announced.
The
waiter returned a few minutes later with two oversize hurricane glasses on his
tray. The size alone assured Allie the drinks would live up to their name, but
when she tried a sip she knew she was in trouble. The fruity concoction was far
too delicious considering the pleasant buzz she was already feeling. She
stirred the drink with her straw, watching in awe as Harper jotted her number
on a napkin and slipped it into the waiter’s hand. Allie shook her head. She
could never be as daring as Harper. Then again, she’d had a pretty daring
afternoon.
Images
filtered through her mind. Hudson’s body pinning hers against the
mirror . . . his warm breath fanning out across her
neck . . . his fingers teasing and taunting before sending her
spiraling over the edge . . .
“So
what’s the real scoop with you and Mr. Hottie from the party?” Harper asked as
if reading her wayward thoughts.
Allie
tried to hide her blush behind her glass, needing a moment to regroup before
once again denying any interest in the man who’d brought her to orgasm during
her lunch hour. In a dressing room. At Macy’s. Dear lord. She tipped the glass
higher, practically gulping her cocktail.
“He seems
like a man who knows his way around a bedroom and would be more than happy to
give you a tour.”
Allie
choked on her drink.
Harper
sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh my God, you slept with him.” It was a statement,
not a question, and one Allie knew there was no point in denying. The proof was
all over her face, not to mention spilled half way down her blouse.
She wiped
her chin with the back of her hand. “A little louder, Harper. I don’t think the
valet heard you.”
“Sorry.
It’s just . . . I don’t know, you’ve always been so reserved.
You’re not exactly the type to get down and dirty with someone you just met.”
“We
didn’t just meet.
All the new covers
A B O U T TH E A U TH O R S
Ann Marie Walker writes steamy books about sexy boys. She’s a fan of fancy cocktails, anything chocolate, and 80s rom-coms and her super power is connecting any situation to an episode of Friends. If it's December she can be found watching Love Actually but the rest of the year you can find her at AnnMarieWalker.com. Ann Marie attended the University of Notre Dame and currently lives in Chicago.
Amy K. Rogers writes contemporary romance about sexy, alpha men. She loves good wine, cheese of any variety and finding hidden speakeasies. On a rare quiet night she can be found watching old James Bond films. After living in San Francisco for 20 years followed by a short stint in Oregon, Amy recently relocated back to the beaches of Los Angeles.
Author of the Wild Wedding series from St. Martin's Press and Co-Author of the Chasing Fire series from Penguin/Random House.
"Steamy and laugh-out-loud funny" ~ Library Journal on BLACK TIE OPTIONAL
"The perfect balance between blistering physical desire and heartfelt connections..." ~ RT Book Review on REMIND ME ★★★★ 1/2
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