Thursday, December 8, 2016

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  About Out of Love: Foster Kavanaugh, former Navy SEAL, knows what it’s like to be the top dog, the man in charge, the one calling the shots. Now that he’s running his own security consulting firm, not much has changed. Except the curvy blonde he hired as his office manager. Noelle Davis has been through the damn ringer. Swearing off men after escaping a toxic relationship, she’s grateful for a fresh start—new job included. Of course, her job isn’t tranquil and calm. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Because her boss is the most infuriating man on the planet. And, not to mention, sexy as hell. Foster has limits. Rules. No attachments allowed because he doesn’t do love—and Noelle Davis foiled that plan and took a red pen to his list of rules. With her smart mouth and quick witted banter, he found the woman beginning to creep past his defenses. When circumstances put Noelle in a perilous position, the first person to come to her rescue is none other than Foster Kavanaugh. She gets to see the man in action—not as her aggravating boss, but the man who will stop at nothing to ensure her safety. The same man who makes her want to reconsider her self-imposed embargo of men. The man she wants to get to know now that she’s seen another side of him. The man who makes her want…more. But is more possible when you're OUT OF LOVE? **Out of Love is a full-length, standalone novel that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book. ** out-of-love-rc-boldt-teaser1 Get Your Copy Today Buy Links: Amazon US➜ Amazon UK➜ Amazon CA➜ Amazon AU➜ B&N➜ iBooks US➜ iBooks UK➜ iBooks CA➜ iBooks AU➜ Google Play➜

“Want to come in?”
There’s the briefest pause—like he’s caught between surprise and uncertainty—before his lips curve upward and the look he gives makes my heart skip a beat. Because it’s a look he’s never given me before.
Although small, it’s one of those rare, genuine smiles. The one I’ve seen him bestow upon his sister and mother, but never before on me.
Leaning in with a sexy smirk, one hand cradling the side of my face, he whispers, “Is the Pope Catholic?”
“Ah, we’ve got a comedian on our hands, do we?” I whisper back.
He gives me a playful swat on the ass. “Unlock the door, woman.” His stern expression is at odds with the humor lighting up his eyes.
After unlocking the door and disarming the alarm, he ensures we’re safely inside before securing the lock on the door, once again. I slide off my wedge heels onto the doormat, spotting the package he’d brought me earlier. Picking it up, I walk down the hall to set my keys and purse on the kitchen counter before tearing open the package. “What is this, by the way?”
When he comes up behind me, his voice is gravelly and deep. “Just some replacement items.”
What spills out of the package isn’t at all what I expect. Because, holy crap. Foster Kavanaugh had apparently taken it upon himself to buy me replacements for the bras, panties, and other lingerie Brad had destroyed. And they are exquisite; far nicer than anything I could ever afford. Or would purchase and still be able to sleep at night, knowing how much money I’d spent on something so frivolous.
“Foster,” I breath out in part wonder and awe. “I can’t accept this. It’s too much.” Turning to stare at him, I’m stunned he did this for me.
“It’s not too much. It’s beautiful.” His eyes dart away and he runs a hand over his close-cropped hair as if nervous, before finishing with, “like you.”
He just had to go and say that. Damn it. No wonder he gets all kinds of crazy action with the ladies. Which spurs on my next question.
Head tipped to the side, I say, “Do you do this for all of the women you sleep with?”
His eyes snap to mine and there’s an array of emotions flickering over his face, none of them lasting long enough for me to identify. Finally, holding my gaze, he answers, “I’ve never bought a woman this kind of thing before.”
“Ah.” I look away, trying to brush off the moment. “So this is a first, then. What? Did it not go well with the last woman?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in well over six months.” My eyes fly to his in shock, and I see a similar look on his face, as if he’s surprised by disclosing that, too.
Trying to play it off, I give a little laugh. “Oh, dear. Are you having some erectile dysfunction? Trouble getting it up? You should probably see a doctor for that. You know they make those little, blue pills—”
At once, I’m crowded against my kitchen counter, his body pressing firmly against mine before lifting me upon the counter. “Does it feel like I have trouble getting it up?” He nudges my legs apart to nestle between them, rocking his hard cock into me right where I ache for him. “Does it feel like I have any issues?”
“Mmm,” my response is breathy, and I’m having trouble maintaining composure. “Not too sure. Think I might have to do a more thorough inspection.”
His lips curve up before dipping his head to brush his lips against the column of my neck. “Inspect away, Davis.” His teeth nip at me, and I let out a tiny moan. “Inspect away.”

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  About R.C. Boldt:
rc-boldt RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl. Connect with RC: Website: Email: Twitter: Facebook: Goodreads: Instagram: Amazon: Enter RC’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway    

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