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Chasing Dreams

Michelle has reached a crossroads in her life just as the year offers her an extra day – February 29th. Walking away from an empty relationship and striking out on a new path is reviving feelings—both scary and wonderful. A train trip home offers time to think about her future, and what the Leap Year might bring. It also offers her a good looking drunk, passed out in her sleeping compartment.

Josh is mortified that he crashed in the wrong compartment, but fascinated by the woman who let him sleep and even covered him with a blanket. Their meeting seems pre-destined, as does the passion sparking between them.

But they both have pasts, and sometimes the past can leave a long shadow across the future. Michelle and Josh will have to come to terms with where they’ve been before they can really set off on the ultimate adventure…chasing their dreams.

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Chasing Dreams:

Struggling with feelings and the awkward uncertain situation, they walked back to her compartment. Josh leaned down and kissed Michelle. She placed her hand on his neck and let her lips move against his. God, he was so hot. Inside she was on fire, but she had to contain it.

"Goodnight, Josh, thank you for a wonderful evening."

"You sure? I mean I could..."

Michelle stopped him from continuing. "Let's not ruin this with a torrid night of incredible, hot, passionate, earth shattering sex."

"Yeah, that would really be a bad thing," he sighed, looking down at her.

He kissed her forehead then raised her face with his hands and kissed her lips. His hands lowered along her sides, brushing the sensitive skin aside her breast.

"Mmm, oh yes," she murmured.

Her hands found his waist and her knees weakened at the affectionate way he kissed her. Her mouth dropped open and she lifted her head back when Josh blew hot air gently into her ear and squeezed her ass. She almost succumbed to his advances because she was already wet in anticipation for him.

"Josh, I c-c-can't." She hesitated before pushing him back. "I can't just jump into another relationship like this. It's too soon."

Looking down, Josh nodded but was obviously disappointed. He walked to his room and waved at Michelle but didn't turn towards her because his hard-on was making his pants poke out.

Michelle was torn. What should she do?

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Surprise for Three

Will she dare to take a leap this bold?

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR …
she's not daring enough for him

Annaliese loves Ransom but has given up on winning his heart. It hurts too much to watch him with other women, so she’s leaving town. In farewell, she throws him a Leap Year birthday party—with a surprise. She may not get his heart a-pumping, but the beautiful exotic dancer popping out of the cake will.

THE RICH PLAYBOY …
he's too much of a risk-taker for her

Ransom’s heart belongs to Annaliese, but he’s convinced he’d make her miserable, since he craves the adrenaline rush of extreme sports and kinky sex. He can only hope his passion for her matures before another man sweeps her away … and then the giant cake is wheeled in.

THE WOUNDED WARRIOR …
she's just what he's looking for

Jack is home from duty as a Navy SEAL and on the hunt for a sweet woman to settle down with. When a relative maneuvers him into a pirate costume to swing his sword for some rich chick's birthday party, he goes along as a favor. Then he spies sweet Annaliese watching his moves and knows she's the one.

A LEAP YEAR LOVE TRIANGLE … can they make it last?

When Jack sees the way Annaliese looks at Ransom, he’s ready to back away … until Ransom invites him to a private after-party for three. Can Annaliese overcome her shyness to share passion with not one, but two hot men?

Warning: This story contains hot ménage and demonstrations of affection between two alpha heroes and one heroine.

Don’t miss your chance to get in on this sexy celebration—get your copy of Surprise for Three today!

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Surprise for Three:

Despite scurrying around with last-minute adjustments, Annaliese heard the instant the cake came squeak-squeaking in. Relief flooded her, snapping almost immediately to panic. She’d wanted to see Ransom’s face as the cake entered, to judge his reaction. She spun toward the door and immediately saw him.

Interest lit his eyes.

Yes. She gave a mental fist-pump of triumph. She’d done it. She’d finally excited her adrenaline junkie.

She only hoped the woman inside the cake would measure up to Ransom’s standards. He dated supermodels and daughters of the rich and pampered. Only the best would do for him. Wondering if she could judge the woman inside the cake by the person outside, she checked the figure pushing the cart.

Her chest froze. A grandmotherly woman trundled the cake into place before the DJ’s stage.

Had Sweet Treats gotten the order wrong? Was this simply a regular cake, and Annaliese was going out with a whimper instead of a bang? Her hopes belly flopped, splat, into her stomach.

When the white-haired woman signaled the DJ to aim a spotlight at the tiered cake, Annaliese’s hopes plummeted. The confection was covered in red roses and sugar hearts. Pretty, not sexy.

Her eyes stung with tears. Not a bang, not a whimper, but an
awww. Oh Ransom, I tried.

Then the older woman heaved off the top three layers of the cake—the real birthday cake for eating later—and set it on a nearby table. It left the covered cart plus a cardboard cake base, the two together just high enough for a person to crouch inside.

Annaliese’s hopes returned with a rushed inhale. Was there at least a sexy exotic dancer inside?

Especially, was she sexy enough to wow Ransom?

The grandmotherly woman mounted the platform and took over the mic.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Her alto rang like a showmaster’s. “Please sing a rousing ‘Happy Birthday’ to—” she checked the slip of paper Annaliese had given the DJ, and her eyes opened in shock, but she was already shouting, “—Ransom!”

The DJ dropped the needle on the traditional song. Party goers happy on champagne sang an enthusiastic, if not quite tuneful, rendition of the words. This could still go well. If the dancer inside the cake was gorgeous, everything Annaliese hoped for…

The fake tiers and cart burst in half. A tanned body stepped from inside.

“Surprise!”

The body was big, hard and muscled. Gorgeous, yes. That body could fell a horse.

Annaliese stared, not in surprise, but shock.

The stripper was a man.

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