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Jane Melville has done some very stupid things in her life.
Having an open sexual relationship with someone who turned out to be a thieving
con man and left her standing at the altar--pregnant and penniless--was one of
the worst. With her dreams of owning her own catering business down the drain and the prospect of working at her family's patisserie for the rest of her life
looking more and more likely, Jane is determined to make the most of her
misfortunes. After all, things could be worse. Her baby daddy might have turned
out to be the con man instead of the tall, brooding lawyer, Rafael Bennett. But
just because she's willing to have a baby with the man doesn't mean she has to
like him.
Rafe Bennett's life has been one of responsibility and heartache. A long time ago, he was forced to give up the girl of his dreams, then made to bear the brunt of her anger for his trouble. In the years since, he has shared his bed with Jane Melville more times than he can count, snatching moments of erotic bliss whenever he can, but when she chose to marry someone else, Rafe walked away for good. Or so he thought. When fate thrusts Jane back into his life--complete with a baby on board--Rafe seizes the opportunity with both hands. He lost her once and never truly got her back, but he's determined to change their fate. He knows in his heart that with a little persuasion and a whole lot of cake, everything will be different this time around!
Rafe Bennett's life has been one of responsibility and heartache. A long time ago, he was forced to give up the girl of his dreams, then made to bear the brunt of her anger for his trouble. In the years since, he has shared his bed with Jane Melville more times than he can count, snatching moments of erotic bliss whenever he can, but when she chose to marry someone else, Rafe walked away for good. Or so he thought. When fate thrusts Jane back into his life--complete with a baby on board--Rafe seizes the opportunity with both hands. He lost her once and never truly got her back, but he's determined to change their fate. He knows in his heart that with a little persuasion and a whole lot of cake, everything will be different this time around!
“Jane put the
fork down and step away from the cake.”
Jane Melville
glared over the top of her not-wedding cake, silently daring her
almost-maid-of-honour to try something foolish—like pry the triple-layer
coconut cake from her cold, spinsterly hands. The cake she’d worked on for the
better part of two days. It was a freaking culinary masterpiece.
And a colossal
waste of fucking time.
She shoved
another forkful in her mouth then pointed the utensil at her best friend. “Back
off, Bennett. It’s my non-reception, and I’ll pig out if I want to,” she said
around the fluffy, coconutty goodness dissolving on her tongue. “Besides, I’m
eating for two.”
Abby tsked and
rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure gorging yourself on an entire wedding cake is
exactly what the baby needs.”
“What would you
know?”
If the
stiffening of her best friend’s shoulders wasn’t enough to chastise her for
such an insensitive comment, her quiet gasp and wide eyes were.
“I’m going to
pretend you didn’t say that,” Abby said, smoothing the distraught look from her
lovely face. But her words were stilted, her voice brittle as she absently
smoothed her hand over her belly.
Abby couldn’t
have kids, a point of contention that had contributed to her divorce several
years before, and a constant source of heartache for the tender-hearted woman.
Although Jane had to admit, Abby was dealing with it much better these days.
Now she had someone in her life who loved her unconditionally.
Unlike me.
Abandoned by her
appetite, Jane pushed the cake away. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t mean it like
that.”
Gracious as
always, her friend laid a hand over hers and squeezed her fingers. “I know,”
she said, then grinned. “But I’m still taking the cake.”
Jane snorted,
her lips twitching into a short-lived smirk.
Watching as Abby
removed the bride and groom from the top of the cake and hacked it to pieces,
an air of detachment settled over her. It was no longer her wedding cake, just
a pretty mess of flour and sugar and coconut cream. Still, the thought that the
hundred or so guests milling about inside the town hall were about to shove it
down their gullets made her sick. It was bad enough they were still out there
eating her food and delighting in her misery, just waiting for her to make an
appearance so they could look down their noses at her.
Pity her.
Vultures.
Well, let them
eat her not-wedding cake.
I hope they
choke on it.
The kitchen door
swung open as the waitstaff came and went, their polished silver platters laden
with food and drink, and every time it opened, snippets of murmured
conversations drifted through the doorway. Jane strained to hear them but
couldn’t make out what was being said, which she conceded was probably for the
best. The last thing she needed was to go postal because some old biddy
couldn’t keep her opinions to herself. Jane could already see the headline of
tomorrow’s daily news: Jane Melville stranded at the altar, pregnant and
penniless. She figured that was probably better than Jane Melville burns town
hall to the ground with wedding guests inside, teaching gossips a lesson
they’ll never forget.
Blowing out a
frustrated breath, she knew the stories would start sooner or later with the
whys and the hows and the wherefores. In a town as small as Melville’s Cross,
good gossip was better than sex. Not that any of them would know good sex if it
jumped up and spanked their arse. And while being the great-great-granddaughter
of the town’s founding father afforded her some protection from the poisonous
clothesline prattle, she knew better than to hope it would shield her
completely. Or for long.
Third
Time Lucky
Abigail Bennett has the worst taste in men. Her husband left her
for another woman and her boyfriend was a liar and a cheat, so the last thing
she wants is another relationship. Sex on the other hand—or her total lack of
it—is an ongoing concern. But maybe Wolf can help? And not just in the bedroom.
The annoyingly sexy, dominant author is exactly the type of man
she needs to keep her ex-husband and his wandering hands at bay, but Wolf’s
help comes with a price, and while Abby is willing to take him into her bed,
she’s determined to keep him out of her heart.
This Time Around
Rafe Bennett's life has been one of responsibility and
heartache. A long time ago, he was forced to give up the girl of his dreams,
then made to bear the brunt of her anger for his trouble. In the years since,
he has shared his bed with Jane Melville more times than he can count,
snatching moments of erotic bliss whenever he can, but when she chose to marry
someone else, Rafe walked away for good. Or so he thought. When fate thrusts
Jane back into his life—complete with a baby on board—Rafe seizes the opportunity
with both hands. He lost her once and never truly got her back, but he's
determined to change their fate. He knows in his heart that with a little
persuasion and a whole lot of cake, everything will be different this time
around!
His Own Heaven
Tobias Bennett has
always known he was different. His towering height and quiet nature aside, it’s
his need for control in and out of the bedroom that sets him apart from most
men. While acting as wingman for his twin brother, he comes face-to-face with
his new office manager, Lucy Barton. The wealth of scars trailing down the
right side of her face and body intrigues him, but it’s her guarded disposition
that has him itching to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. One night in
Lucy’s arms has Toby craving so much more, but she’s a no-strings-attached kind
of woman. That’s her number one rule. But Toby knows better than anyone, some
rules are meant to be broken.
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Third Time Lucky
Abby struggled
against Handsome's hold on her and glared up at him. "What the hell are
you doing here? Go away!" She barely registered him kicking the front door
shut before his mouth came crashing down, his lips hot and soft, moving over
hers with such passionate ferocity that her anger melted into a gooey puddle at
her feet.
She didn't—couldn't—resist
when his tongue slid along the seam of her lips, pressing for entry. Opening
up, she let him inside, let him ravish her senses, and steal her sanity, proving
the latter by wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped her legs around
his hips and pushed her against the wall. She yelped as he squeezed her arse in
his big hands, causing just enough pain to shutter her eyelids with pleasure.
He rocked his hips into her, his toughened leather pants doing little to buffer
the feel of his erection as it pushed between her thighs. Their eyes locked and
Abby’s mouth gaped, drowning in the ferocity of the lust reflected in
Handsome's predatory gaze.
"Still want
me to go away?" he asked, his grin cocky, his voice a dark rumble in his
chest.
"Shut
up," she said and surrendered herself to the moment. Tunnelling her
fingers through his hair, she brought her mouth to his, moaned as she teased
his lips apart with a flick of her tongue. She tasted him, tested him, until
his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he pushed himself forwards and took
her mouth without further ado, crushing her lips under his.
But the more he
sought to control her, the more her brain fought to shut him out, to remind her
of where she was, of who he was. He was a stranger, and it didn't matter how
devastatingly erotic his kisses were.
This isn't
right.
This was her home,
her sanctuary. What right did this man have to barge in here and throw her
world off-kilter? It seemed as if leaving him alone, naked and in the middle of
nowhere was too subtle a gesture for this guy. How the hell did he find her?
And what was it going to take to make him put her down and go away?
Jennie Kew writes contemporary slice-of-life erotic romance
novels and contemporary and paranormal short erotic stories. Her books
include The Bennett's Bastards Series and The Q Collection. When
not sitting in front of her computer, Jennie can be found reading a book,
watching a movie, or building Lego. She lives in regional New South Wales, a
stone’s throw from Australia's capital, Canberra, with her husband, her
husband’s magnificent beard, a teenage giant, and their feline overlord and
editor-in-chief, Tallulah.
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