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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Up All Night by Amanda Adams

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Jessica was going to rip that surgeon a new asshole when she saw him. That was what she was going to do!

She plopped down in the recliner next to Tyler’s bed and tapped her foot on the floor at mach three.

Asshole. Jerk. Over-bearing, over-protective, know-it-all surgeon. So what if she had a different last name? So what if she was a reporter? Tyler was her twin, and Gabriel was her stepbrother from her mom’s second husband. He’d been her brother since she was twelve. Different last name? Yeah. But so fucking what? Gabriel and his brother and sister had a different dad, and Tyler had elected to keep their biological father’s name. Jessica preferred to think of her father as the sperm donor and had assumed her mother’s maiden name of Finley when she turned eighteen.

Dr. Walker probably wouldn’t understand any of that. He probably grew up in a house with a white picket fence, two parents who actually loved each other and stayed together forever, and a golden retriever named Max who played fetch and slept at the foot of his bed every night to chase the monsters away.

“Jerk.”

“What are you so mad about, Jess? I can feel the rage from over here.” Tyler’s hoarse voice brought her back from the land of imagining ways to torture Dr. Walker, some of which were beginning to distract her. She’d imagined stringing him up naked, but the whole naked thing had ruined it for her. Completely distracting thought. He was supposed to be old, and ugly, and annoying. Not young, gorgeous, and annoying.

“Oh, the jerk who operated on you got me kicked out of recovery. I told him I was a reporter and since we don’t have the same last name, he didn’t believe I was your sister.”

“Well, you’re here now.”

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Alone With You by Amanda Adams

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Ready for the second book in the WALKER BROTHER SERIES? 

Claire Miller fell in love with Jake in the third grade. One hot night of reckless passion changed things between them forever. Jake rocked her world, but Claire had plans for her life. Knowing she could never be what he needed, she let him go and has missed him every day since.

Jake Walker knew the first time he saw Claire, when he was nine years old, that he wanted to marry her. At seventeen, he let her go. But seven years later, the sight of her hit him like a punch to the gut. Every cell in his body demanded that she was ‘The One’. But can he convince Claire? 

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Need to hide a dead body? He’d call Derek. Hell, they all would. Derek took care of their messes no matter how dirty the shit got. Jake had kept his nose pretty clean, but Mitchell and Chance had their share of wild days stealing cars, smoking dope, and generally acting like assholes when they were younger. If not for Derek, Jake figured the lot of them probably would have ended up in jail.

Derek turned around to watch their brother, Chance, laugh and slap the groom none of them knew on the back. “He’s so fucking happy I can’t stand to talk to him.”

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I’ve Been A Romance Reader Since I Was THREE! A True Story From Amanda Adams

Crash and Burn Amanda Adams

I’ve Been A Romance Reader Since I was THREE! (A true story.)

I’m a romance author. Which means, I’m a romance reader. Since I was about three years old. Too young, you say? I beg to differ. I distinctly remember sitting on my mother’s lap as she read stories to me, stories that made me believe in Happily-Ever-After and the power of true love to conquer evil.

Three. Years. Old. I read other things later. High Fantasy with dragons and knights and sorcerers. Thrillers, with spies and detectives and murder. I read how-to’s and self-help and biographies of famous people I admired. I read history books and literary fiction because I had to. I read a few classics just to see what all the fuss was about – and must admit I hated most of them. I read Mark Twain and Shakespeare (who I actually rather enjoy, once I get used to the way his words work.) But nothing held my attention, not for long. Nothing but romance.

I keep coming back. Different genres. Different time periods. Sweet stories. Sexy stories. Any kind of story as long as I got my Happily-Ever-After at the end of the journey. Why? Was it because they were the first stories I heard? Did they somehow shape my psyche for the rest of my life?

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Sisters in Love Melissa Foster