Sex On The Seats (Love After Midnight Book 4)

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by Elise Faber


  But teasing abounded, along with love and even more laughter.

  Still in Archer’s arms, I smiled up at him, at the man I loved, so blissfully happy I could barely breathe.

  This moment wasn’t perfect.

  I wasn’t perfect.

  Our relationship, our love wouldn’t be perfect either.

  But it was perfectly imperfect for us.

  And that was enough.

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  Love After Midnight

  Rum And Notes

  Virgin Daiquiri

  On The Rocks

  Sex On The Seats

  Love After Midnight

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  Rum And Notes

  Book 1

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  Brooke

  “Want a fresh one?”

  My eyes flew up from the glass to meet Kace’s.

  “Um,” I murmured. “Sure. But can you add a little rum?”

  A flash of white teeth. “All done, then?” He leaned toward me, resting his forearms on the bar, the long sleeves of his shirt riding up to reveal just the edge of a tattoo. I’d seen the whole tat before. On Day 36. He’d worn short sleeves for a change, a bone thrown to the unseasonably hot weather that day, and suddenly my hero had gotten tattoos, beautiful swirling lines crawling along his skin, sweeping around and up his forearms, twisting together and disappearing under the cotton of his short sleeves, tempting a woman to trace them with her tongue.

  No.

  My heroine’s tongue.

  Fantasy was fine, so long as I kept it between the pages.

  I bit my bottom lip until the mental image faded, kept my tongue firmly in my mouth, and nodded at Kace.

  He rapped his knuckles against the counter once, reciprocated my nod, then snagged my glass and turned away, dumping the contents, adding ice, rum, then soda before coming back over to me. He plunked the drink on the bar, but when I went to reach for it, he rested his hand on mine. “What are you working on so diligently?” he asked, and the contact, paired with his eyes locked on mine, stole my breath.

  “Wh-what?”

  His response was to release my hand, and while I was mourning the loss of his touch, he grabbed my computer, spun it to face him, and opened it.

  “No—”

  But it was too late.

  It was open, the screen lighting up, illuminating his sharp but beautiful features, and he was reading.

  Oh fuck, he was reading!

  I made a mad grab for the laptop, but he swept it off the bar, lifting it in the air and continuing to read. My computer obscured most of his face, but not his eyebrows. Those brows kept rising until they were tight sideways C’s on his forehead, well above the edge of my screen.

  Then he lowered the laptop and stared at me.

  “This is what you’ve been writing?”

  In fairness, he’d caught me in the middle of a hot scene, made hotter because he’d been my inspiration for it.

  A fact he seemed to understand when his eyes met mine. “Jace?”

  I coughed. “It’s a common name.”

  “Blue eyes?” He glanced back at the screen. “Tats? Brown hair?”

  “Not an uncommon combination.” I picked up my glass, drained it, eyes watering against the burn.

  “A scar on the right side of his bottom lip?” he asked, putting my laptop down.

  Okay, now was the time for running.

  Something I normally abhorred, but in this case, it was critical. I snatched up my computer, reached into my wallet and pulled out some cash, and tossed it on the bar.

  Then I jumped off the stool and ran.

  —Rum And Notes (books2read.com/RumAndNotes)

  Virgin Daiquiri

  Book 2

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  Brent

  Fuck. Someone needed to save this woman from herself.

  That someone couldn’t be me.

  But that still didn’t stop me from snagging her arm and rotating her to face me. “You live near the city now. You have to be smart.” Her lips parted again, probably to tell me she was smart, but I kept talking. “Street smart. You can’t tell strange men you live alone or invite them back to your place.”

  “Fine,” she said.

  “Fine,” I agreed.

  But I didn’t let her go.

  Her eyes flicked over my shoulder, to the ceiling, and my gaze followed hers, half-expecting to see a giant spider dangling there.

  Instead, I saw mistletoe.

  I glanced back down. She licked her lips.

  And suddenly, I knew she was thinking the same thing as me. Warm bodies pressed together, lips only inches apart, heat filling the space, and a kiss-inducing plant overhead.

  “Mistletoe,” she whispered and licked her lips again.

  Just one taste.

  I could give myself that.

  I bent my head and slanted my mouth across hers.

  —Virgin Daiquiri (books2read.com/VirginDaiquiri)

  On the Rocks

  Book 3

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  Anabelle

  “Don’t.”

  I stopped mid-bend at the male voice.

  “I’ve got it.”

  Tall. Really tall. Dark hair with a reddish tint. Olive skin. Bright blue eyes. And, oh NBD, maybe also the most handsome man I’d ever met.

  I swallowed hard then frowned when he reached past me to close the door.

  Then frowned harder when he rang the doorbell.

  “Um,” I began, wanting to ask him what in the ever-loving-fuck he was doing. But the doorbell had been rung and footsteps approached, and the wooden panel swung back open to reveal Brooke standing on the threshold, smile wide. “Did you forget something, An . . . a . . . belle?”

  The smile faded from Brooke’s face.

  Her olive skin went pale.

  Her eyes widened. Her eyes . . . that were the same shape as those of the man towering over me on the porch.

  Kace came up behind her. “Everything okay—”

  Brooke didn’t answer him, just reached a hand out as though she expected to encounter a ghost, her voice shaking when she spoke.

  “Hayden?”

  —On the Rocks—www.books2read.com/ontherocksef

  Also by Elise Faber Faber

  Billionaire’s Club (all stand alone)

  Bad Night Stand

  Bad Breakup

  Bad Husband

  Bad Hookup

  Bad Divorce

  Bad Fiancé

  Bad Boyfriend

  Bad Blind Date

  Bad Wedding

  Bad Engagement

  Bad Bridesmaid

  Bad Swipe (June 28th, 2021)

  Gold Hockey (all stand alone)

  Blocked

  Backhand

  Boarding

  Benched

  Breakaway

  Breakout

  Checked

  Coasting

  Centered

  Charging

  Caged

  Crashed (July 27th, 2021)

  Breakers Hockey (all stand alone)

  Broken (May 24th, 2021)

  KTS Series

  Fire and Ice (Hurt Anthology, stand alone)

  Riding The Edge

  Crossing The Line

  Leveling The Field (June 14th, 2021)

  Love, Action, Camera (all stand alone)

  Dotted Line

  Action Shot

  Close-Up

  End Scene

  Meet Cute


  Love After Midnight (all stand alone)

  Rum And Notes

  Virgin Daiquiri

  On The Rocks

  Sex On The Seats (April 26th, 2021)

  Life Sucks Series (all stand alone)

  Train Wreck

  Hot Mess

  Dumpster Fire

  Clusterf*@k (August 16th, 2021)

  Roosevelt Ranch Series (all stand alone, series complete)

  Disaster at Roosevelt Ranch

  Heartbreak at Roosevelt Ranch

  Collision at Roosevelt Ranch

  Regret at Roosevelt Ranch

  Desire at Roosevelt Ranch

  Phoenix Series (read in order)

  Phoenix Rising

  Dark Phoenix

  Phoenix Freed

  Phoenix: LexTal Chronicles (rereleasing soon, stand alone, Phoenix world)

  From Ashes

  In Flames

  To Smoke (October 18th, 2021)

  Stand Alones

  Someday, Maybe (YA)

  About the Author

  USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.

 

 

 


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