RISK
An Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance Romance Standalone.
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Synopsis:
USA Today Bestselling Author Allie Juliette Mousseau delivers a sexy, quick-witted, and sassy
enemies-to-lovers second-chance romance
featuring
one smoldering alpha attorney;
a feisty, determined social worker;
and three young orphans in trouble…
Saint Sophia the Mother of Orphans, help us!
Connor Callahan, once a North House teen who shed his own blood to become a Brother of Ink and Steel,
is now a powerful attorney and the Twin Cities’ most eligible bachelor.
He challenges stereotypes and melts panties with his rugged good-looks, colorful tattoos, and brazen piercings.
When he’s handed the case of a lifetime with the promise of partnership in the firm he’s dedicated his career to,
he knows his destiny is close.
Then he gets a glimpse of the familiar Saint Sophia pendant his opposing council wears,
and he finds himself wondering… could it really be her, the girl he met as a teenager?
He never thought he’d see the blond whirlwind again after she blew in and out of his life,
but she was wholly unforgettable.
Like a tattoo over his heart.
If only he could get close enough to be sure it’s really her… but she’s never going to let that happen.
Elle Hayes despises the formidable Mr. Callahan and everything he stands for.
Though he puts on an immensely charming act—and is hotter than the desert sun—she knows he’s a fake.
There’s no way she’s going to let Callahan interfere with her objective:
finding a home for the vulnerable orphans his client has torn apart.
Then an unexpected set-up has Connor and Elle playing house together for a week…
As the tension--and heat—revs up between them,
they discover that they each have a whole lot more to lose than just a court case.
Their hearts are on the line—and so much more.
To experience the greatest things in life, we have to take the greatest risks.
But will they decide those risks are worth taking?
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An Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance Romance Standalone.
Risk is Live! Download now or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/dp/B08BP841LP
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/3em9C2Z
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2YiL0Tk
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/3dpC4jc
Add Risk to GR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53831207-risk
Scroll to read THREE excerpts below!
Click HERE for instructions on how to win my HUGE, #NewRelease
Risk and Multi-Author Paperbacks Giveaway plus a $5 gift card!
Synopsis:
USA Today Bestselling Author Allie Juliette Mousseau delivers a sexy, quick-witted, and sassy
enemies-to-lovers second-chance romance
featuring
one smoldering alpha attorney;
a feisty, determined social worker;
and three young orphans in trouble…
Saint Sophia the Mother of Orphans, help us!
Connor Callahan, once a North House teen who shed his own blood to become a Brother of Ink and Steel,
is now a powerful attorney and the Twin Cities’ most eligible bachelor.
He challenges stereotypes and melts panties with his rugged good-looks, colorful tattoos, and brazen piercings.
When he’s handed the case of a lifetime with the promise of partnership in the firm he’s dedicated his career to,
he knows his destiny is close.
Then he gets a glimpse of the familiar Saint Sophia pendant his opposing council wears,
and he finds himself wondering… could it really be her, the girl he met as a teenager?
He never thought he’d see the blond whirlwind again after she blew in and out of his life,
but she was wholly unforgettable.
Like a tattoo over his heart.
If only he could get close enough to be sure it’s really her… but she’s never going to let that happen.
Elle Hayes despises the formidable Mr. Callahan and everything he stands for.
Though he puts on an immensely charming act—and is hotter than the desert sun—she knows he’s a fake.
There’s no way she’s going to let Callahan interfere with her objective:
finding a home for the vulnerable orphans his client has torn apart.
Then an unexpected set-up has Connor and Elle playing house together for a week…
As the tension--and heat—revs up between them,
they discover that they each have a whole lot more to lose than just a court case.
Their hearts are on the line—and so much more.
To experience the greatest things in life, we have to take the greatest risks.
But will they decide those risks are worth taking?
Connect with me:
Facebook Page:
https://www.facebook.com/Allie.Juliette.Mousseau.Author/
Allie’s Addicts Reader's Group:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/truenorthgroup/
Amazon Author Page:
http://smarturl.it/AllieJulietteAmazon
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/alliejuliettewrites/
Book Bub:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/allie-juliette-mousseau
Goodreads:
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“That’s. Him.” I tell my best friend, Anya. “Callahan.”
“That is Callahan?” Her eyes spark mischievously.
“I told you he was hot,” I groan miserably.
“You didn’t tell me he was that hot!” Anya fans her face with her hand.
“You can’t be attracted to my sworn enemy. That has to be against some friend code.”
“I don’t know, he’s ridiculously gorgeous.”
“I could kill you. Seriously.”
“Oh, the hot angry sex the two of you could have,” she muses.
Ugh! This discussion is knocking my chakras out of alignment!
“That is Callahan?” Her eyes spark mischievously.
“I told you he was hot,” I groan miserably.
“You didn’t tell me he was that hot!” Anya fans her face with her hand.
“You can’t be attracted to my sworn enemy. That has to be against some friend code.”
“I don’t know, he’s ridiculously gorgeous.”
“I could kill you. Seriously.”
“Oh, the hot angry sex the two of you could have,” she muses.
Ugh! This discussion is knocking my chakras out of alignment!
“You’ve made enough pancakes for an army.”
“At least the small army that’ll be stomping down those stairs in the next few minutes.” He casts a questioning glance my way, no doubt wondering how much of his antics I caught.
“Do you like to cook?” I inhale the aroma of the fresh pancakes.
“When I have someone to cook for, yeah.” He adds, “I’m usually too busy to cook for myself though. You?”
“Not really. I’d probably starve to death if it weren’t for Whole Foods salad bar and take-out.”
He laughs a little, letting his guard down a bit. “Well, first one in the kitchen is the official taste tester.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t. I mean, they smell divine, but I haven’t even had coffee yet.”
“Trust me. You want a taste.” Connor spears a fork into two pancake layers that are drenched with melted butter and sweet sticky real maple syrup. He cups his hand to catch what drips and lifts the offering to my lips.
All at once, the scene feels incredibly erotic.
Heat rises in my face—and between my legs. I’m at a clear disadvantage, having had too many intimate fantasies of the man before I knew who he really was under the head gear. Now I’m screwed.
I lick my lips, wetting them in anticipation, and it’s like adding fuel to the fire. He’s so close. I swear his bright ocean eyes become lustfully dark. His lips look invitingly soft and supple, especially in the context of his rugged muscles and ink. I wonder how the sensation of those lips would feel against my own.
Even if I can’t—and shouldn’t want to—kiss them, I really want to reach up and touch them. Maybe just glide the pad of my thumb gently across them, tracing the top one first, then the bottom.
As our eyes lock, I open my mouth for him.
His eyes drop to my lips and he seems mesmerized. Carefully, he slides the pancakes over my tongue.
The sweet maple syrup and salty butter burst against my palate as I close my mouth over the fork.
“Oh my God!” I moan, covering my mouth with my hand so I can talk—or so I can disguise what’s happening to me.
Ugh! I hated this man not more than three days ago, and now
I’m questioning if I’d let him take me right here on the kitchen table.
“What do you think?” His breath is ragged.
“So good.” And they are—the fantasy and the pancakes. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He smiles huge. Then, almost seductively, asks, “Want another bite?”
“At least the small army that’ll be stomping down those stairs in the next few minutes.” He casts a questioning glance my way, no doubt wondering how much of his antics I caught.
“Do you like to cook?” I inhale the aroma of the fresh pancakes.
“When I have someone to cook for, yeah.” He adds, “I’m usually too busy to cook for myself though. You?”
“Not really. I’d probably starve to death if it weren’t for Whole Foods salad bar and take-out.”
He laughs a little, letting his guard down a bit. “Well, first one in the kitchen is the official taste tester.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t. I mean, they smell divine, but I haven’t even had coffee yet.”
“Trust me. You want a taste.” Connor spears a fork into two pancake layers that are drenched with melted butter and sweet sticky real maple syrup. He cups his hand to catch what drips and lifts the offering to my lips.
All at once, the scene feels incredibly erotic.
Heat rises in my face—and between my legs. I’m at a clear disadvantage, having had too many intimate fantasies of the man before I knew who he really was under the head gear. Now I’m screwed.
I lick my lips, wetting them in anticipation, and it’s like adding fuel to the fire. He’s so close. I swear his bright ocean eyes become lustfully dark. His lips look invitingly soft and supple, especially in the context of his rugged muscles and ink. I wonder how the sensation of those lips would feel against my own.
Even if I can’t—and shouldn’t want to—kiss them, I really want to reach up and touch them. Maybe just glide the pad of my thumb gently across them, tracing the top one first, then the bottom.
As our eyes lock, I open my mouth for him.
His eyes drop to my lips and he seems mesmerized. Carefully, he slides the pancakes over my tongue.
The sweet maple syrup and salty butter burst against my palate as I close my mouth over the fork.
“Oh my God!” I moan, covering my mouth with my hand so I can talk—or so I can disguise what’s happening to me.
Ugh! I hated this man not more than three days ago, and now
I’m questioning if I’d let him take me right here on the kitchen table.
“What do you think?” His breath is ragged.
“So good.” And they are—the fantasy and the pancakes. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He smiles huge. Then, almost seductively, asks, “Want another bite?”
Involuntarily, my hips roll up, grinding against him. Desperate for more friction.
His eyes catch fire, and a low growl rips through his throat as he matches my motion,
grinding himself between my thighs.
With that, he reaches up, grasps my dress at the shoulders in both fists and peels it down,
exposing me more.
I wiggle and readjust so it slips away easier.
Sliding it down my legs, his gaze devouring me alive,
he strips it off me, then tosses it to the bedside chair.
“Goodbye, dress.” He unfastens and shimmies off his tux pants.
“I’m going to make you explode so fucking hard, you’ll have to come back to me for more.”
Between his sex-laden words and the outline of his enormous cock underneath the thin cloth of his briefs,
a whimper escapes my lips,
and without conscious effort, my own hand rubs down my tummy to my core to find relief.
“Whoa.” He looks so smugly happy. “No hands allowed. Only my mouth.”
His eyes catch fire, and a low growl rips through his throat as he matches my motion,
grinding himself between my thighs.
With that, he reaches up, grasps my dress at the shoulders in both fists and peels it down,
exposing me more.
I wiggle and readjust so it slips away easier.
Sliding it down my legs, his gaze devouring me alive,
he strips it off me, then tosses it to the bedside chair.
“Goodbye, dress.” He unfastens and shimmies off his tux pants.
“I’m going to make you explode so fucking hard, you’ll have to come back to me for more.”
Between his sex-laden words and the outline of his enormous cock underneath the thin cloth of his briefs,
a whimper escapes my lips,
and without conscious effort, my own hand rubs down my tummy to my core to find relief.
“Whoa.” He looks so smugly happy. “No hands allowed. Only my mouth.”