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Young Love Part 1: A Schoolyard Love Story by Dean Amory

In “Young Love part 1, A school Yard Love Story”, Sean and Katherine fall in love the first day they meet. Theirs is a complicated relationship from the start, but although Katherine questions Sean’s true intentions, and doesn’t always like his behaviour, she cannot help falling in love with him. However, when their relationship becomes too serious and threatens to disrupt her studies and ruin the good understanding with the teachers and with her parents, she breaks up.

For Sean, being dumped is hard enough, but things become really complicated when Katherine promises she will return to him after they graduate from high school. When he discovers that Katherine cannot shake him from her mind, Sean struggles to live up to her expectations and restore their bond. In the process, he is forced to have a good look at himself and to discover his own identity. Slowly, he finds that it’s okay not to have all the answers. After trying for months to convince Katherine to reconsider, Sean gives up. But with Katherine always nearby, he never really manages to distance himself from her.

SKU: 1326304445 Category: Romance Tags: first love, high school love, high school romance, teenage love, Teenage Romance, young love
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Dean Amory, real name Edgard (Eddy) Adriaens, was born 21.09.1953 in the Flemish city of Aalst. He grew up with his parents and six brothers and sisters in the suburb of Terjoden. After finishing high school, he worked as a correspondent and assistant (sales) executive at a few local SMEs for 14 years. In 1986 he was recruited by Bacob Bank, and started as a relationship manager. After the bank’s merger with the Dexia Bank, he moved on to be an Electronic Banking Expertise Officer at Dexia, later renamed Belfius bank.

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Chapter 5
“Where do I start to tell the story of how great a love can be?”
(Erich Segal)
For the following weekend, we had agreed to pay a visit to the Wieze Beer Festival. This was the first time that we would meet outside the Caspuciero during the weekend. I really looked forward to it. Katherine said she would bring along a newly married aunt, which also thrilled me.
Unfortunately, Wieze is about fifteen km from my place and, of course, the weather was excellent: raffles of rain and hail, embellished with a strong, cold wind that seemed to blow right through my jacket. The prospect of arriving soaking wet and frozen in Wieze, wasn’t very attractive. I weighed my alternatives, but I did not have much of a choice: Wieze is a small village without railroad connection and even travelling by bus implied changing busses twice and losing lots of time.
Hoping that Danny would like a good old Beer Fest, I drove over to him. Unfortunately, a major athletic contest was scheduled to take place the next day and he didn’t want to appear at the start line with a hangover. I recalled him he had scored his best results after a night out, but this time my arguments could not make him change his mind.
Fortunately, he was so kind to offer that he would drive me to Wieze and, should it be necessary, pick me up later.
‘Kind?’ I said? ‘Generous?’
Of course I agreed immediately. That’s when Danny came up with the second part of his proposal: “Wieze and back, that’s about thirty km! You will have to pay me for driving you, of course”
I wasn’t sure whether he was serious about making me pay for the drive. Maybe it was intended as a joke. However, his mother jumped at the idea and decided that, since petrol was not free, neither could the ride be: I had to pay.
I suddenly felt cold as ice. “For nearly two years, I have been helping you guys once a week to post advertising brochures. Have I ever charged you anything?” To no avail though: apparently the family was in dire streets, because only after I had paid my taxi fee Danny got the car out to drive me to Wieze.
It was silent in the car. All the way, I was busy plotting my revenge: No more posting of advertising pamphlets! If he needed my record player or records for a party, he would have to pay for them as well! And he could totally forget about us ever going out together again!
When we arrived at the meeting point, the church of Wieze, it was still raining cats and dogs. As I was about half an hour early, I decided to wait at a fries stand opposite the church square
The smell of fresh fries made me hungry: Since I had skipped lunch, I bought a packet and ate them with fingers trembling with cold. Everybody was hiding from the pouring rain, so there were only a few people in the street. What a disaster for October Beer Fest! I was the only customer in the booth, so I started to chat with the shopkeeper and ordered some extra fries just to while away the time.
By then, contrary to her habit, Katherine was late. I understood this kind of weather could cause some delay, but hoped she would not keep me waiting here in the cold much longer.
An hour later I was still standing under the roof of the stall. Fortunately, the rain changed to a light drizzle. Despite the shelter of the stall I was pretty wet and completely frozen. At least ten times the past half hour, I had told myself I’d better go to the first pub and hope Katherine would have the same idea when she didn’t find me at the church square. I was convinced something unforeseen must have happened, but equally convinced that Katherine eventually would show up, unless she was sick or involved in a road accident. Calling her at home was out of the question, since her parents did not know about us.
“Just five more minutes and then I’ll be on my way to defrost at the first pub!” I growled – not for the first time. I watched how another car stopped to drop off some partygoers. Two girls jumped out and struggled to open their umbrellas. Once protected against the drizzle, they looked around. It was clear that they were looking for someone. Finally, they reluctantly came my way. Even before they entered the tent, I knew: Katherine was delayed and sent them to ask me to wait a little longer! I smiled at the girls and stepped forward to meet them while they hopped under the roof.
“Sean?”
“That’s me!”
“I’m a friend of Katherine’s. You know who I’m talking about?”
“Of course I do. I’ve been waiting for her for nearly two hours now!”
“She told me you would be. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait some more: Willy is not home yet, and she wasn’t allowed to come without Willy.”
“I though she would come with her aunt?”
“Yeah, well, whatever: I only know what she told me. W’re off! Have a good time!”
“Thanks a lot for stopping by. Ciao!”
What could I do? Despite everything, I hoped Willy was only retained by the rain and that the two of them would soon show up. By six o’clock, the rain had completely stopped. It was still very cold though, and the harsh wind was very unpleasant. I went to a pub and bought a glass of beer. Katherine had given me a neighbour’s telephone number, just for emergency cases. I decided this was an emergency and phoned her neighbour. There was no reply. I waited a couple of minutes and called again. Obviously, nobody home there!
The beer tasted like water. The floor around me was wet from the rain that had been dripping from my hair and clothes; my feet were wet and cold; my trousers were completely soaked and though I had been in the pub for some fifteen minutes now, my hair was still wet as well.
I treated myself with a cup of coffee, burned my tongue when sipping too quickly, and then hurried back to the church square. There was still a faint hope that Katherine might have arrived while I was at the pub. No Katherine to be seen though!
Surely against all odds, I remained waiting for one more hour. It was already evening and people were arriving in great numbers by bike and by car, but even more by bus. As I walked by the big parking lot at the October hall, I noticed a lot of Belgian buses, but also many buses from Germany and England, and a couple from France and the Netherlands.
Slowly I began to follow the flow of pedestrians. It was a sad walk between the stalls and along the fair attractions. It felt like every single sweetheart couple from all of Europe had descended to this little village and all of them were having the time of their lives.
Everyone, except me. I felt sad, down, lonely, and pathetic. I wandered alone among the cooing couples, alone past the happily singing youngsters, alone past the shouting people at the shooting galleries, alone past the pubs where laughing couples walked in and out of the doors …
“Wieze …” I rarely came across somebody I knew when spending a night in my hometown, Aalst. Here, the chance of bumping into an acquaintance was infinitely smaller. It started drizzling slightly again. I couldn’t care less: it even felt as if the weather fitted my mood.
What to do? I could call Danny to come and pick me up or I could walk home. But there was still that faint glimmer of hope that Katherine would show up and that we would come across each other by chance.
Suddenly I stopped and glanced at a sign board: ‘The Waggoner’s Rest’. Katherine had mentioned the name when we were planning our weekend. If she made it to the Beer fest, this was the most likely place to find her! I hesitated for a short moment. But the cold and wet and the fatigue of the long waiting forced my decision. Quenched and listless I stepped inside.
If I had hoped to find a table or even a chair to rest, I had to reconsider immediately. All the furniture had been removed from the pub and the room was overcrowded. With some difficulty, I made my way to a corner in the back of the room, where I seated myself at the floor. While slowly drinking my beer and defending it against the pushing and shoving crowd, unable to see much from the low position I was in, I still looked around in the vain hope of spotting Katherine.
I’d better return home, I decided. If only I had the energy to get up and walk away! I felt so tired that I remained seated, leaning against the wall with closed eyes.
Suddenly I felt someone sitting down next to me. Katherine?
But my scrutinizing look was met by a couple of equally investigating dark eyes, belonging to a brown haired girl in a much oversized khaki battle dress, wearing a military cap on her curly hair.
“T”es seul toi?”
I just nodded yes.
“Moi aussi, tu sais …”
As if I cared! I looked away. Undaunted, she started telling me how she had arrived by bus with a couple of friends, but had lost the gang in the swarming crowd. Hmm, dubious story, I thought, suddenly very aware that my wallet was safely in my inside pocket.
“… Mais, cela n’est guère une raison pour se sentir malheureuse, quoi?”
She was referring to at least just as much of my feelings than to her own state of mind.
“Viens, nous allons nous amuser ensemble!”
I decided that, since I was still hanging around, I might as well make the best of the situation. Stiff as an old man I got to my feet. She put her hand in mine and set off through the crowd, heading for the door. Gradually, my muscles thawed and I began to feel better. We walked from pub to pub. The first couple of pubs were overcrowded. So, we just made our way in and she looked around for her friends while I secretly looked around too, still hoping to find Katherine. But since none of us found what we were looking for, we immediately left again. Until we arrived at some pubs that were less crowded. Here, we paused and had a drink together before moving to the next pub.
Finally, we arrived at a pub where people were dancing. “Dansons!” she extended a hand. Noticing my hesitation, she added: “Mais, tout le monde danse!” and almost but pulled me to the centre of the floor.
It was strange to dance with her. She was used to dance, that much was obvious: the moment she started dancing, a change came over her. She moved with self-confidence and at the same time very conscious about my movements, adapting effortlessly to them and yet imperceptibly leading the dance. From the first moment, it felt as if I had never danced with anyone but her. I couldn’t help thinking I had to be careful not to let her carry me away. I could do without more Sonias haunting my conscience.
In hindsight she said little, in fact almost nothing, about herself. But she had this way to bring out everything that was on my mind and to listen attentively to whatever I had to say. I don’t doubt though that mine must have been a very tedious story, because all I talked about was Katherine. The whole time I talked about my feelings for Katherine, my hopes, plans, difficulties and concerns regarding Katherine … and all the time she never interrupted me, just asked more questions and listened to my answers. How long did I know her? How did we meet? How did the teachers react? How often did we meet after school? What were my hobbies and did Katherine have a problem with them? Did our parents know about how we felt about each other? How did our friends react?
“Elle a de la chance, cette fille”, she concluded hours later, rubbing me across the forehead with an almost motherly gesture. When it was time for her to return to the bus, I accompanied her to the parking lot and we said farewell with a friendly kiss.
Véronique … I never knew anything more about her than her first name. Whether she was French or Belgian, still went to school or worked, I didn’t know. But I do know that she helped me a lot that night. Really a lot!
Once Véronique’s bus had left, there was nothing left for me to search for in Wieze. So I walked home. A three hour walk during which there was an occasional drizzle, but fortunately nothing that I could not handle. I smiled at myself: Somehow, I was far from feeling ‘malheureux’.
Bad luck, I told myself: Just plain and ordinary bad luck. And somewhere, about halfway between Wieze and home, I started to talk to an imaginary Katherine. In English, just like I had been doing for some time after I had fallen in love with an English girl at the hotel last summer, when I had discovered to my amazement that we were taught all the wrong vocabulary at school.
It was about three in the morning when I finally arrived home. That had happened before. This time, however, the light was still on in the living room.
“But boy! Look at you! You are stone cold!” Immediately, mother was at me with a towel. “Get over here, near the fire! Do you want a warm cup of coffee? Must I get you something to eat? Where are you coming from at this time of the night? Katherine has called you three times!”
Is there anything better on the whole world than a mother? I hugged her gently and told her about Danny’s kindness, the long wait and the long way home. But somehow, I could not bring myself to telling her about my encounter with Véronique.
The next morning, a few hours later, I was surprised to wake up all fresh and energized. I hurried to school. Katherine had arrived earlier than usual. She hardly dared to come to me.
“All is over between us now, surely?”
Her words took me by surprise. I felt like if I had been slapped in the face. They woke unknown devils inside me: what if she had stayed home hoping that I would break off our relationship? God! This wasn’t a normal way of thinking anymore, I reproached myself and angry with myself, I pushed the thoughts aside. Katherine had sent her friend to warn me, she had called me three times. I must be out of my mind to think like this!
“You, crazy girl!”
Laughing, I imitated Katherine. The message was clear. Relieved, she explained how bad she had been feeling, how much she had missed me, how afraid she had been that I would be mad at her. In turn, I told her about the lonely hours of waiting and the long walk home. But again, I did not mention Véronique.
All of a sudden, Katherine came up with a very unexpected proposal: why not visit her at home on Wednesday afternoon? I could pretend I had forgotten my homework.
I could hardly believe my ears. If Wieze had been necessary to achieve this result, then I wouldn’t mind repeating the experience every weekend! Véronique suddenly turned into a very distant and vague memory. Visit Katherine at home! Ha!
More good things were happening that day: Until then, each day after school I accompanied Katherine on her way home up to a crossing, where we talked a while before each pursuing our own way home. Katherine had already mentioned that the crossing was not ideal for saying goodbye. Some drivers hooted when they drove by while we kissed and there was the risk that neighbours or friends of her parents would notice us. So, she had always felt rather uncomfortable with this habit of ours. On her way home, though, she had noticed a narrow cul-de-sac where we could talk longer and take leave without being hindered by prying eyes. So, that Monday we parted in a much more intimate way for the first time.
Two days later I took a bath after school and changed clothes. Of course, one can’t cheat a mother. So, when mine asked what was going on, I told her about my appointment with Katherine. She smiled and said she hoped we would have a good time together, but also warned me not to forget about my studies and ‘to be careful’.
I left the house all excited. But just outside town, disaster struck in the form of a punctured rear tire. Fortunately there was a tyre repairman close by and the man was willing to help me immediately. In no time, I was back on the road. But the wheel hardly touched the road or the tire ran flat again. I returned to the tyre shop. I was a little less cheerful this time around. The man looked as surprised as I was and repaired the tire for free. Fifteen minutes later I was back on track.
On the flat road, with the wind blowing in my back, the setback was quickly forgotten. But after only five minutes I had the third flat tyre in a row. Clearly, the devil was involved. I was too far now to return to the repair shop and it was too late to return to town, so I continued my way on a flat rear tyre, well aware of the fact that I would totally ruin the tyre this way.
When the shepherd dog announced my arrival to Katherine, I was happy to find out that Willy was not at home. “Away with the pigeons.” Katherine reported with a happy smile. Her schoolbooks were laying all over the table in the living room. Her mother was at home though, busy in the adjacent kitchen.
“Mom, it’s a boy from school!” Katherine called after we secretly exchanged a quick kiss in the corridor. “Is there a problem?” her mother shouted back from the kitchen. No, there was no problem. On the contrary ….
Katherine went to the kitchen and explained that I had forgotten which exercises we had to do for homework. If it was OK that we did the homework together? While she was in the kitchen, I looked around. I discovered a book on the table that was filled with math exercises, equations for physics and a variety of exercises of other subjects. Studying them, I realised these were all exercises that we had skipped at school.
Katherine studied a lot, this much was clear. In school I had noticed that she was good at most classes. But leafing through her exercise book, it occurred to me that I had to be careful not to get into trouble: my strength had always resided in my involvement in the actual classes. By the time a lesson was over, I would usually know enough about it to get good results at the tests. Usually, only the stuff that required studying by heart might cause some problems during exams. Until now, rehearsing the lessons the night before the exam had sufficed, more so because I was not afraid of a little cheating when necessary. But looking at Katherine’s preparations, I realized that I had not been paying as much attention in class as before and that quite a number of the exercises she had been doing were well beyond my knowledge.
Until now, only my backlog in German had alarmed me. The previous year I had automatically assumed that I would grab sufficient German by paying attention during the classes. Yet, in the meantime I was so far behind when it came to the use and declension of cases that I had registered for an evening course. Katherine too followed an evening course. Two nights a week she returned to town in the evening to study French. Unfortunately, the lessons were given on different evenings.
When Katherine returned from the kitchen, I told her about my concerns. “What are you doing after school if you’re not studying?” was her surprised reaction when I told her that I almost never opened a book at home. “Reading mostly, watching television, spending the evening at Danny’s listening to music.” She looked at me with big, questioning eyes.
We sat opposite each other at the big table, the open books in front of us untouched, the homework forgotten. We had both taken off our shoes and while talking about our pastimes and hobbies, our dreams and fears for the future, we caressed each other’s legs under the table. When my foot moved too high, Katherine would occasionally giggle foolishly, or she would pinch my foot between her thighs and squeeze. It was obvious that she enjoyed doing homework with me. And so did I.
At five o’clock, her mother asked if I wanted to stay for a sandwich. To my surprise, Katherine quickly answered: “We have just finished, Sean is just about to leave.”
“You will have to eat something anyway, so why not stay and eat with us?” Katherine’s mother insisted with a big smile. So I did stay for a sandwich, but it struck me that Katherine behaved very nervously.
“So, you are that Sean?” her mother tried to start a conversation.
“But mom!” Katherine snapped back with unexpected harshness.
I did not understand the intensity of her reaction.
“Sean has a flat tire,” Katherine added unsolicited, “he must hurry in order to be back in town in time to have his moped repaired.”
Her behaviour surprised me more every minute. By now, she was looking really tense. Why? There was no reason for me to hurry! I hadn’t mentioned anything of the kind. What was going on here? After the lovely afternoon, the quick meal was something of an unexpected anti-climax. I was under the impression that Katherine wanted me out of the house as quickly as possible. After two sandwiches, I thanked her mother and got to my feet. It was obvious that Katherine was relieved to see me go. All the worrying and nervousness disappeared just as quickly as they emerged.
“Thank you, my crazy boy!”
“What do you mean? What did I do to deserve all this gratitude?”
“Hmm!” She winked cheerfully at me.
“Nooo, seriously now: Why must I suddenly run away like a thief?”
“I will explain when there’s more time!”
And with a big kiss she basically pushed me outside.
Half an hour later, at the tyre repairer’s we discovered that a screw lodged into the back wheel casing had caused the repeated punctures. Because I had driven with the punctured tire, both the inside and outside tires needed to be replaced. To my big surprise, the man charged nothing for the repair.
The next day, Katherine kept her promise. As I had already suspected, she had been surprised to find out how late it suddenly was and had been afraid that her father and Willy would have found me at their home when they returned with the pigeons.
“Aha! Daddy shouldn’t know about us!”
“No. I already told you so, didn’t I? You know, Sean, the problem is that he would immediately realize that you were not at our home to do homework. And even if he didn’t, Willy would surely have started with innuendos and jokes, to make him understand. And, trust me on this: it is better for both of us that he doesn’t know!”
“My guess is that your mother isn’t blind either.”
“Nooooo, but she’s my mom. One has to start somewhere. Maybe, with time, she will become our ally.”
I still didn’t quite understand why it was so hard for some parents to understand that not having a boy- or girlfriend at the age of seventeen would have been much more worrisome than the opposite. I couldn’t understand either what all the fuzz and mystery that Katherine made about it could possibly be good for. What kind of relationship do you have with your parents when you can’t even tell them who you’re spending your time with? Still, I had to relay on Katherine’s judgement. Also, I was all too well aware of the fact that I did keep some things hidden from Katherine too. OK, Sonia had been a big mistake and it would be suicide to tell Katherine about her. But the fact that I hadn’t even dared to mention Véronique surely was proof that our relationship still required a lot of work.
Friday afternoon the goodbye in our secret alley took a little longer than usual. I teased Katherine, warning her that her parents would send Willy back to find out where she was hiding. “I couldn’t care less right now!” she whispered, pulling me close against her. “When I’m with you, why bother what the rest of the world is thinking?”
Exactly at that same spot, where at that moment our love felt so indestructible, and precisely on the same day of the month, I would be begging her one month later only, to tell me if she still loved me.
The question sounded strange in the silence around us. Stranger still because we just stopped kissing and hugging each other just as tenderly as ever. It was a scary question to ask after one more month of endless and blissful happiness. Yet I felt no regret for this expression of deep doubt.
Our relationship was so different from what I had known until then that I had not the tiniest doubt that I’d never before loved anyone the way I loved Katherine. It wasn’t my love for her that I was not sure about. It was everything else. How long could we continue in this way? Was she satisfied with a relationship that did not progress in any way? What exactly were her expectations? Wasn’t it time to take a step forward?
Apparently there were no easy answers. Very much like me, Katherine also constantly searched for confirmation of my love for her. But there were differences: her main concern was that I would get tired with her and would cheat on her with some other girl. After all this time she was still afraid that I might return to the dancing hall after she went home, to continue partying with other girls. This continued fear on her part never stopped convincing me of her feelings for me and stroked my male ego. Simultaneously, it annoyed me that she still didn’t trust me more.
As for me, even after all this time, my feelings for Katherine never ceased to surprise and energize me. The way I felt about her, was very much like a miracle to me: when I kissed her goodbye, I sometimes feared that I would never see her again. When she touched me unexpectedly, I could get really confused, forget my words, and almost forget where I was. Sometimes when I looked at her as she was sitting there next to me at school, my eyes would fill with tears of joy.
My love for her was almost palpable, as a second entity living inside of me, inspiring me, guiding me, warming me inside out, changing me and influencing everything I felt, thought, said or did. I felt a better, more respectful, happier person because of her and yet, still after all these months of meeting every day and spending so many hours together, all of this felt so new, so different from anything that I had experienced before. It made me feel uncomfortable with myself at times and question its very reality.
I read in some women’s magazine that your first love is not always the first person that you kiss or date, but the person you compare all others to. Hard as it seemed to imagine that there would ever be others, this much I was sure of: to me, there could only ever be one first love. And my first love was Katherine.
“Are you sure that you really love me?”
“How can you even ask, Sean?”
“But I do ask. Often I feel like I don’t understand you well enough. I feel that I don’t know how you really feel or what you really want. I’d give anything right now just to find out how you feel about me at this very moment in the deepest depths of your heart and soul!”
“You can keep everything, silly boy. I’ll tell you: I love you, Sean. Really. I have been with a number of boys, but it was never like this. Never! Please believe me when I tell you that I honestly cannot imagine ever losing you! Not ever!
“Are you being serious?”
“Absolutely!”
“Really?”
“Really really!”
And she had pressed herself against me, hugged me and buried me under a pouring shower of kisses: in my hair, on my face, in my neck, on my lips, on my hands.
Two times in just as many months I had suddenly been overwhelmed by moments of severe doubts about the sustainability of our relationship. Twice she had reassured me, convinced me of the authenticity of her feelings and the stability of our relationship. On the way home after such moments, my fictional Katherine hovered next to me and I would be talking to her all the way home.
Katherine struggled with similar periods of doubt. Then it was my turn then to reassure her. I was not always equally happy about the way that I soothed her mind: Had I not fenced all too easily with empty one-liners and had I chosen the right arguments when telling her that part of loving somebody is to also trust? That we must set our beloved ones free, knowing that true lovers will never abuse the trust we put in them, nor leave us?
My own attacks of doubt scared me most though: I had no previous experience with this kind of feelings. They made me feel scared, terrified, confused and even ashamed. On the other hand, they also confirmed what I already knew: I had never really been in love before; otherwise this should not have been as new as it was. Sure, I had known periods before when I suffered with loneliness. I was familiar with the pain and grief of losing a girlfriend. But what I experienced now was so totally different. This was pure panic and, strangely enough, panic rarely caused by anything Katherine had said or done, but mostly just by my own fear of losing her.
By the time we met again Saturday morning, we both had taken some distance from that last outburst of panic. At school we talked extensively about our doubts and fears and agreed that the fear of losing each other was normal just because we loved each other and that the depth of our moments of crisis were proof only of the depth of what we felt for one another. Katherine closed with a surprise question:
“Tell me, boy. Do you really regret striking terror in me like you did yesterday?”
“Oh, yes! Really, Katie, I’m so sorry for scaring you. It’s just that I love you so much!”
“So, you’re really sorry, are you?”
“Utterly””
“Well, then that will amount to one act of contrition and three Hail Maries. That is, if you’re really sincere!”

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    Curvy Katherine is tired of the daily grind. She craves something new… something exciting. There is one thing that she does look forward to every day- the meetings with her ruggedly handsome billionaire boss, Matt Donaldson. Known for his impossibly good looks and unbelievable wealth, he’s loved by many and hated by many more. Katherine never thought Matt noticed her until he comes to her rescue. That sets the pace for a dangerous game of complete submission.

    ME, CINDERELLA? by Aubrey Rose

    One kind deed can change your life forever…

    Brynn has spent her life trying to forget her desires, and Eliot’s deep wounds have taken nearly a decade to heal. After so much hurt, will either of them be able to open their hearts again?

    THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND by Artemis Hunt

    Samantha is clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger sister is getting engaged. Enter Brian Morton. He is gorgeous, rich, snarky, and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam’s middle school life a living hell. A series of bizarre events results in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam’s slave for the weekend… and do anything she wants.

    NO REGRETS by Liliana Rhodes

    Life hasn’t been perfect for plus sized Deborah. Working in a department store isn’t great, but it has its perks and she meets one in the form of a man she calls “Mr. Sexy”. William King isn’t just any man though, he’s an ultra-private billionaire heir. When Will’s mysterious past puts the two lovers in danger, will the truth bring them closer together or finally tear them apart?

    I MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE by Melanie Marchande

    Maddy has given up on marriage- and men. But when her rich (and sexy) boss Daniel Thorne proposes an arrangement of convenience that would allow him to stay in the country, and Maddy to never work another day in her life, she might get more than she bargained for. By the end of their sham relationship, Maddy finds herself wondering if the money will be enough to repair the cost of a broken heart. But Mr. Thorne may have a secret in store…

    THE EXHIBITIONIST by Starla Cole

    Erik, a BDSM master Syria met at a bondage exhibition, offers her an opportunity to join his life of beauty, wealth and power as his personal escort and exhibitionist. But on Christmas Eve, Syria will have to choose between a life of luxury sans love, and the Santa stripper who just may hold her heart.

    THE BILLIONAIRE’S ULTIMATUM by Cerys du Lys

    Falling in love wasn’t part of Jessika’s job description. Nor was being asked by billionaire CEO Asher Landseer to become an egg donor and surrogate for his infertile wife. All Jessika wants to do is help, but is she setting herself up for heartbreak in the process?

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    SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits by Erin Quinn, Caridad Pineiro, Erin Kellison, Lisa Kessler, Chris Marie Green, Mary Leo, Maureen Child, Cassi Carver, Janet Wellington, Theresa Meyers, Sheri Whitefeather, Elisabeth Staab

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    Bad boys, tortured alpha heroes, and kick-ass heroines all come together in 12 steamy full-length paranormal romance novels and novellas from NY Times, USA Today, and national bestselling authors! Whether you’re looking for tantalizing dark tales or the humorous side of the supernatural, you’ll get werewolves, vampires, fallen angels, monster hunters, and ghosts—every one of them a hot temptation you won’t be able to resist…

    DIABLO SPRINGS by Erin Quinn: Gracie Beck vowed that she would never to return to Diablo Springs, but the haunted town lures her back—along with the man who betrayed her years ago. Reilly broke her heart with his lies. Now, he wants a second chance to win her, but can they survive the ghosts of Diablo Springs?

    VAMPIRE REBORN by Caridad Pineiro: Would you be reborn for love? Ryder Latimer, sexy Southern vampire, will have to make one of the most difficult choices in his undead life: Become human again or protect his new wife and child.

    SHADOW FALL by Erin Kellison: Just discovering her magic, ballerina Annabella Ames didn’t mean to summon a dark wolf from Twilight, nor the tempting fallen angel Custo Santovari, who has no place in Heaven. The cunning wolf stalks them relentlessly, and danger seduces as they fight for redemption and love.

    NIGHT ANGEL by Lisa Kessler: When Colin Flynn returns home to Ireland, the immortal Night Walker’s flesh has healed, but the scars hide a broken spirit. Juliana Duffy plays piano in spite of her deafness, challenging him to redefine himself and find the strength to battle an ancient enemy.

    SHADOWS TILL SUNRISE by Chris Marie Green: Two monster hunters fighting a star-crossed attraction and one bloodthirsty phantom leaving a trail of death… Can love survive till the sun rises?

    A SHADOW AT TWILIGHT by Mary Leo: They say Hotel Colorado is haunted, but when Dillon Spencer appears in his hotel room to find Hilly Thompson, his assistant, soaking in the tub, he begins to question whether or not he’s alive, dead, or caught in another dimension.

    MORE THAN FIENDS by Maureen Child: At 32, Cassidy Burke discovers she’s a legendary Demon Duster. But she’s got bigger problems than some pesky demons. Like, Logan Miller–first love, baby daddy to her genius daughter is back. Then there’s Devlin Cole, a walking orgasm with too many secrets. Cassidy’s life is out of control and about to get way too interesting.

    IMMORTAL POSSESSION by Cassi Carver: When Dr. Evelyn Vale is paired with Immortal Bounty’s sexy commander to go undercover and infiltrate a supernatural body-trafficking ring, she’s eager to get to work. Until she learns the catch… To crack this case, he’ll need to possess her body.

    FOREVER ROSE by Janet Wellington: Tarot cards predict a dangerous journey for Taylor Rose, but she doesn’t expect to travel back to 1888 San Diego. What the cards didn’t predict was falling for a man bent on revenge, a helpful ghost, and spooky séances. Is she there to prevent a murder or to find love?

    WELCOME HOME, VAMPIRE by Theresa Meyers: Corporal Cole Wagner lost his humanity in war – literally. Turned into a vampire by the military’s Vector Force, he’s the ultimate weapon, but when he returns home to set the past right, will the enemy stop at nothing to get him, including threatening the life of the woman he loved, and lost, before?

    VAMPIRE MAGIC (Blood Genie, books 1 and 2) by Sheri Whitefeather: Two tenderly romantic, wildly erotic stories featuring supernatural hybrids (vampires/genies) who grant wishes for the exchange of blood.

    WILD NIGHTS WITH A LONE WOLF by Elisabeth Staab: A mandatory vacation lands Agent Sherri Walker in bed with a local werewolf. Asher Hughes walked away from his outlaw pack but couldn’t ditch the bad blood. Together they’ll have to pull off one hell of an act to get out of treacherous territory alive.

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    Thrones of Desire: Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist and Fire by Mitzi Szereto

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    Thrones of Desire is a place where lust and legend abound, and adventure, passion and danger entwine. Think mystical lands and creatures, kings and queens, knights and renegades, heroes and villains, warlords, maidens and princesses. Think battles and danger, honor and dishonor, good and evil. Most of all, think hearts filled with passion and secret desire. This is a place where romantic chivalry is alive and well, but so too is romantic wickedness. This is a place where the good do not always win, and the bad are often more captivating and desirable than their altruistic counterparts. In these lush and timeless landscapes, the battle for flesh can be as important as the battle for power. Intrigue, sorcery, revenge, lawlessness, dark secrets and mysterious elixirs; entanglements with supernatural beings — everything is possible in these magical mythical landscapes. Inspired by Game of Thrones these imaginative steamy tales transport the reader to fantastical realms. Featuring a special foreword from legendary fantasy author Piers Anthony.

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    Tall, Dark & Alpha Boxed by Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Paige Tyler, Sam Cheever, Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Eve Vaughn, Farrah Rochon, Delaney Diamond, Dawn Montgomery

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    “~ Top 100 Amazon Bestseller~

    ~ USA Today Recommended Read in Romance~

    These HOT alphas are ready to take charge.

    Are you ready for the decadence and allure of an alpha’s dark charm? The bad boys in these 10 sizzling stories will make your heart pound. Against these dominant seducers, the heroines don’t stand a chance. Prepare to fall in lust–and love.

    Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

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    *New, Boxed Set Exclusive* Rock My Boat by Afton Locke: Rhonda Simms embarks on a cruise to create an ad campaign. Instead, she lands a shape shifter who will do anything to be human again. Will she let him rock her boat?

    *New, Boxed Set Exclusive* Silver Tongued Devils by Dawn Montgomery: Captain Na’varr and his executive officer, Brom, know they have a good thing when they capture stowaway hacker, Raesa, with her hot temper and dangerous curves. They want her, body and soul just as she wants them. But such trust endangers them in ways none of them can anticipate. Dare they risk it all?

    Fight for Love by Delaney Diamond: Rafael Lopez, former professional wrestler and “”Sexiest Athlete Alive,”” is back and determined to hold onto the woman he lost, but still loves, and the son he never knew existed.

    Crazy (Vampire Love) by Eve Langlais: Ella hears voices and they don’t like anyone. But not even poltergeists can stand in the way of a vampire in love.

    *New, Boxed Set Exclusive* Sex with an Ex by Eve Vaughn: When these two divorcees reunite in the bedroom, the sex is hotter than ever. But can their hearts survive the second time around?

    In Her Wildest Dreams by Farrah Rochon : When Erica Cole, owner of “”Your Wildest Dreams”” event planning, requests his help in creating a Valentine’s Day fantasy date for her clients, chocolatier Gavin Foster sees it as the perfect opportunity to show her just how sweet their reality could be.

    *New, Boxed Set Exclusive* Player’s Challenge by Koko Brown: Sports agent Gemma Clarke must face the biggest challenge of her young career: represent her former lover and bad boy footballer, Devin Spencer. Their passionate love affair ended badly. Now he’s back to prove to Gemma he’s changed and convince her to give them one more chance.

    Two Cops, a Girl, and a Pair of Handcuffs by Paige Tyler: Cilla Garner has it bad for hot cops Hayes Prescott and Reed Lockwood. If they both end up asking her out, she doesn’t know how she’ll choose. Having a threesome doesn’t even enter her mind until they hint at it, and then it’s all she can think about.

    Chase and Seduction by Randi Alexander: Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. To Reno, Chase is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Reno risks the plunge into Chase’s arms, but will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?

    Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever: He’s a hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his prey, a creature of dark magic. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing.”

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    Fourteen Shades of F*cked Up: an Anthology by ML Rodriguez

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    Fourteen authors have brought you stories of pain and love.

    Struggle and dissonance.

    PETITION DENIED by Alyson Hale

    DARKNESS CONSUMED by Ariel Marie

    EXCITABLE by Brittney Coon

    CONSENSUAL by Cristina Slough

    F*CKING ADDICTED by J.A. Kerr

    FOREVER PROMISES by J.L. Baldwin

    A STRANGE AND DISTANT SAFETY by Jennifer Loring

    WICKED GAMES by Lilly James

    AFFLICTION by Marie Skye

    STORY OF US by ML Rodriguez

    HER MISTAKE by N. Mills

    MISS X by Quinn

    KILLER DOM by S. Valentine

    ANOTHER LAST GLANCE by Zack Halford

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    A Touch of Passion by Uvi Poznansky

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    Coffee Break by Hayet Brach

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    A girl putting herself on display. An unexpected guest. A couple overwhelmed by desire. Three new tales of love and lust – enticing, enthralling, and exciting.

    Includes the stories ‘Coffee Break’, ‘The Guest’ and ‘Something In The Water’.

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