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**Star Crossed Hurricane--by Wendy Knight**
You don’t date your best friend’s ex.Ever.
It doesn’t matter how head-over-heels, absolutely and completely in love with her you are.
Does it?
Sawyer met the girl of his dreams, and then found out she was the ex his best friend can’t get over. He’s forced to keep her in the friend zone, no matter how much it hurts him. And the fact that he knows she wants him, too, only makes it harder. But it’s a fight he’s determined to win.
Until they’re trapped together in a condemned house during a massive storm. For the first time since he met her, Sawyer’s not sure he can keep his heart to himself.
**The Trouble With Frogs--by Leah Sanders**
When her best friend signs her up for an online dating service, Jory Wendell swears she will never use it. But after three months of constant nagging, her resolve weakens. For Jory, dating is always a disaster. A fact that makes no difference to her best friend, who insists that in order to find a prince, she’ll have to kiss a few frogs. A pretty sentiment, to be sure. But this isn’t a fairy tale. It’s Jory’s life.And Jory has no use for frogs.
Armed with half a dozen horror stories, she is ready to give up on dating. Will she give it one last chance? Or will her love life croak?
**Unforgettable--by Kelly Martin**
Maggie Millard wants to forget the past. She wants to move on from her horrible break up with the guy she thought she'd be with forever and from being called 'Margaret the Target' by one very relentless bully way back in middle school.Except she can't move on. Not really. Her ex, Jake, is still in her classes--flaunting his new romance with slutty Kalynn. Everywhere Maggie looks, he's there... and Kalynn's there... and... yuck.
Enter Harry Bond-- not his real name. Harry saves her when she gets incredibly drunk at a party. Harry saves her when she is confronted by Jake in the library. Harry saves her in English class.
The bad part? She knows nothing about him except he has a secret of his own. And his secret is one she may not be able to forgive
Teaser from Star Crossed Hurricane
“Better?” she asked, and he was amazed he hadn’t realized
she’d approached him. Usually, he could feel her coming from a hundred yards
away. Swallowing hard, mustering his courage, he turned.
Loose, lacy black shirt hanging off one shoulder. Painted on
jeans with holes in the knee and one at thigh level that nearly choked him. And
barefoot. He swallowed twice more before he reached out, pulled the pencil
stuck in her hair and let it loose. “Better.”
She grinned.
And he was caught in her eyes. So dark, they were almost
black. He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t breathe. And the only sane thought he
could muster was that if he didn’t kiss her, he would die.
“Sawyer! It’s your song!” Beckett yelled, which meant either
he could see them and was too far away to get between them, or he couldn’t see
them at all. Sawyer leaped away guiltily, hating himself because her face fell
and there was pain in her eyes.
Don’t touch her. Don’t touch her. Let
her go.
“Hey.” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. “Dance
with me.”
She blinked, confused, still hurt. He slid his hands down to
her waist, moving her closer as he swayed to the music. Her eyes slid half shut
as she tipped her head back, and he could feel that silken hair brushing
against the tops of his thumbs. She slid her arms around his neck, moving with
him as he pulled her tighter against him, until he could feel every soft curve
of her.
There’d be no way she could miss how much he wanted her.
Sawyer gave up fighting. He dipped his head, his mouth just
brushing her exposed shoulder. She sucked in a breath, her hands tightening
behind his neck. “Savannah,” he whispered against her skin, moving to her
collarbone.
The room ceased to exist. Everything stopped but her, and
her body, and the way she moved, the way she felt. The lilacs and silk and
lace, and he was so damn grateful there were too many people in that room,
keeping Beckett away from them, so that Sawyer could have just this one moment
with Savannah—
Someone banged on the door next to his head and he swore,
pulling away from her. Her lips were swollen and her eyes wide as he jerked
open the door.
