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Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery's New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!
For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.
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*All books in The Blueberry Lane Series can be enjoyed as standalone novels.*
Excerpt
Like rain in the desert.
Like sweet after bitter.
Everything she needed in that moment rolled up into three words she never saw coming. She couldn’t help herself. With one step, her chest was flush against his, and with her eyes, which felt wide and hot staring up at him, she gave him unspoken permission.
His lips were soft as they landed on hers—tentative, almost like he couldn’t believe what she was offering. Her breasts pushed against his chest, their softness crushed against the solid wall of muscle that she’d felt before when they’d danced on the sidewalk. They stood like that for a moment: their lips and chests touching, barely breathing, almost motionless…until their minds and bodies registered what they were doing. And then?
A chemical reaction.
Explosive.
Like sweet after bitter.
Everything she needed in that moment rolled up into three words she never saw coming. She couldn’t help herself. With one step, her chest was flush against his, and with her eyes, which felt wide and hot staring up at him, she gave him unspoken permission.
His lips were soft as they landed on hers—tentative, almost like he couldn’t believe what she was offering. Her breasts pushed against his chest, their softness crushed against the solid wall of muscle that she’d felt before when they’d danced on the sidewalk. They stood like that for a moment: their lips and chests touching, barely breathing, almost motionless…until their minds and bodies registered what they were doing. And then?
A chemical reaction.
Explosive.
Hungry.
Demanding.
Demanding.
Now.
With a roar of want, Cort jerked her impossibly closer, his hands palming her ass as he lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop. Mad moaned with pleasure as his tongue invaded her mouth to slide against hers. She pushed the towel off his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back so she was pinned against him. One of his hands wound into her hair, twisting the strands until he held it back tightly, keeping her face upturned as he devoured her mouth with long, insistent strokes of his tongue. Mad arched against him, desperate to feel more of him, and he obliged her, stepping as close to her as he could and gently thrusting his hips so that the hard ridge of his erection massaged the tender, throbbing nub between her outstretched legs.
She wiggled closer to him, her fingers dropping from the back of his neck to smooth down his back. Desperate to feel his skin under their tips, they slid under the hem of his T-shirt to land on the hot, bare muscles of his lower back, her nails curling into his skin to elicit a hiss from his lips, which she greedily swallowed. The hand in her hair slackened in surprise, and she leaned her head forward, kissing her way to the lobe of his ear, which she took between her teeth and bit just hard enough for him to groan and grab her chin roughly, demanding her lips once again. His hand grasped her hair, harder now, his tongue seeking hers with blind determination. She melted against him, into him—breathless, straining, and out of her mind with longing.
With a roar of want, Cort jerked her impossibly closer, his hands palming her ass as he lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop. Mad moaned with pleasure as his tongue invaded her mouth to slide against hers. She pushed the towel off his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back so she was pinned against him. One of his hands wound into her hair, twisting the strands until he held it back tightly, keeping her face upturned as he devoured her mouth with long, insistent strokes of his tongue. Mad arched against him, desperate to feel more of him, and he obliged her, stepping as close to her as he could and gently thrusting his hips so that the hard ridge of his erection massaged the tender, throbbing nub between her outstretched legs.
She wiggled closer to him, her fingers dropping from the back of his neck to smooth down his back. Desperate to feel his skin under their tips, they slid under the hem of his T-shirt to land on the hot, bare muscles of his lower back, her nails curling into his skin to elicit a hiss from his lips, which she greedily swallowed. The hand in her hair slackened in surprise, and she leaned her head forward, kissing her way to the lobe of his ear, which she took between her teeth and bit just hard enough for him to groan and grab her chin roughly, demanding her lips once again. His hand grasped her hair, harder now, his tongue seeking hers with blind determination. She melted against him, into him—breathless, straining, and out of her mind with longing.
In that moment, he owned her.
And until that moment, Mad had never been owned.
She had been kissed and she had had sex, but never with this sort of rawness, never with this sort of vulnerability. And instinctually she knew why.
Underneath that perfect exterior, I think you’re a little dirty too.
From the moment they’d reconnected tonight, he’d seen through her bullshit veneer of perfection, and it had opened a long-sealed floodgate, making her want to bound forth in a wave of reckless abandon. For the first time in years, she had a glimpse of freedom—freedom from her buttoned-up boyfriend and the predictable future she’d convinced herself she wanted. Fuck pearls and heels; she felt like a goddess in flannel and cotton. And she reveled in the guttural, low-toned sounds of their moans and sighs, the smacking of their lips, and the licking of their tongues. It was a filthy melody she wanted to play on repeat forever.
Make sure you don't miss the start of the Rousseau series! Jonquils for Jax is now available!
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And until that moment, Mad had never been owned.
She had been kissed and she had had sex, but never with this sort of rawness, never with this sort of vulnerability. And instinctually she knew why.
Underneath that perfect exterior, I think you’re a little dirty too.
From the moment they’d reconnected tonight, he’d seen through her bullshit veneer of perfection, and it had opened a long-sealed floodgate, making her want to bound forth in a wave of reckless abandon. For the first time in years, she had a glimpse of freedom—freedom from her buttoned-up boyfriend and the predictable future she’d convinced herself she wanted. Fuck pearls and heels; she felt like a goddess in flannel and cotton. And she reveled in the guttural, low-toned sounds of their moans and sighs, the smacking of their lips, and the licking of their tongues. It was a filthy melody she wanted to play on repeat forever.
Make sure you don't miss the start of the Rousseau series! Jonquils for Jax is now available!BUY NOW:
Amazon | Nook
iBooks | KOBO
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first contract and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.
Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.
In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home
Twenty-five books later, Katy claims authorship of the multi-titled, New York Times and USA Today Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~ series; and several other standalone novels and novellas.
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015 Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers Boxed Set, Books #1-4, became a New York Times E-book bestseller.
In 2016, Katy signed a print-only agreement with Spencerhill Press. As a result, her Blueberry Lane paperback books will now be distributed to brick and mortar bookstores all over the United States.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home
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