COMING FRIDAY 7 PM PST. JENNIE KEW AUTHOR OF: THIS TIME AROUND (SEE EXCERPTS)

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Jane Melville has done some very stupid things in her life. Having an open sexual relationship with someone who turned out to be a thieving con man and left her standing at the altar--pregnant and penniless--was one of the worst. With her dreams of owning her own catering business down the drain and the prospect of working at her family's patisserie for the rest of her life looking more and more likely, Jane is determined to make the most of her misfortunes. After all, things could be worse. Her baby daddy might have turned out to be the con man instead of the tall, brooding lawyer, Rafael Bennett. But just because she's willing to have a baby with the man doesn't mean she has to like him.

Rafe Bennett's life has been one of responsibility and heartache. A long time ago, he was forced to give up the girl of his dreams, then made to bear the brunt of her anger for his trouble. In the years since, he has shared his bed with Jane Melville more times than he can count, snatching moments of erotic bliss whenever he can, but when she chose to marry someone else, Rafe walked away for good. Or so he thought. When fate thrusts Jane back into his life--complete with a baby on board--Rafe seizes the opportunity with both hands. He lost her once and never truly got her back, but he's determined to change their fate. He knows in his heart that with a little persuasion and a whole lot of cake, everything will be different this time around!
















“Jane put the fork down and step away from the cake.”

Jane Melville glared over the top of her not-wedding cake, silently daring her almost-maid-of-honour to try something foolish—like pry the triple-layer coconut cake from her cold, spinsterly hands. The cake she’d worked on for the better part of two days. It was a freaking culinary masterpiece.
And a colossal waste of fucking time.
She shoved another forkful in her mouth then pointed the utensil at her best friend. “Back off, Bennett. It’s my non-reception, and I’ll pig out if I want to,” she said around the fluffy, coconutty goodness dissolving on her tongue. “Besides, I’m eating for two.”
Abby tsked and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure gorging yourself on an entire wedding cake is exactly what the baby needs.”
“What would you know?”
If the stiffening of her best friend’s shoulders wasn’t enough to chastise her for such an insensitive comment, her quiet gasp and wide eyes were.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Abby said, smoothing the distraught look from her lovely face. But her words were stilted, her voice brittle as she absently smoothed her hand over her belly.
Abby couldn’t have kids, a point of contention that had contributed to her divorce several years before, and a constant source of heartache for the tender-hearted woman. Although Jane had to admit, Abby was dealing with it much better these days. Now she had someone in her life who loved her unconditionally.
Unlike me.
Abandoned by her appetite, Jane pushed the cake away. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Gracious as always, her friend laid a hand over hers and squeezed her fingers. “I know,” she said, then grinned. “But I’m still taking the cake.”
Jane snorted, her lips twitching into a short-lived smirk.
Watching as Abby removed the bride and groom from the top of the cake and hacked it to pieces, an air of detachment settled over her. It was no longer her wedding cake, just a pretty mess of flour and sugar and coconut cream. Still, the thought that the hundred or so guests milling about inside the town hall were about to shove it down their gullets made her sick. It was bad enough they were still out there eating her food and delighting in her misery, just waiting for her to make an appearance so they could look down their noses at her.
Pity her.
Vultures.
Well, let them eat her not-wedding cake.
I hope they choke on it.
The kitchen door swung open as the waitstaff came and went, their polished silver platters laden with food and drink, and every time it opened, snippets of murmured conversations drifted through the doorway. Jane strained to hear them but couldn’t make out what was being said, which she conceded was probably for the best. The last thing she needed was to go postal because some old biddy couldn’t keep her opinions to herself. Jane could already see the headline of tomorrow’s daily news: Jane Melville stranded at the altar, pregnant and penniless. She figured that was probably better than Jane Melville burns town hall to the ground with wedding guests inside, teaching gossips a lesson they’ll never forget.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, she knew the stories would start sooner or later with the whys and the hows and the wherefores. In a town as small as Melville’s Cross, good gossip was better than sex. Not that any of them would know good sex if it jumped up and spanked their arse. And while being the great-great-granddaughter of the town’s founding father afforded her some protection from the poisonous clothesline prattle, she knew better than to hope it would shield her completely. Or for long.













Third Time Lucky
Abigail Bennett has the worst taste in men. Her husband left her for another woman and her boyfriend was a liar and a cheat, so the last thing she wants is another relationship. Sex on the other hand—or her total lack of it—is an ongoing concern. But maybe Wolf can help? And not just in the bedroom.
The annoyingly sexy, dominant author is exactly the type of man she needs to keep her ex-husband and his wandering hands at bay, but Wolf’s help comes with a price, and while Abby is willing to take him into her bed, she’s determined to keep him out of her heart.

This Time Around
Rafe Bennett's life has been one of responsibility and heartache. A long time ago, he was forced to give up the girl of his dreams, then made to bear the brunt of her anger for his trouble. In the years since, he has shared his bed with Jane Melville more times than he can count, snatching moments of erotic bliss whenever he can, but when she chose to marry someone else, Rafe walked away for good. Or so he thought. When fate thrusts Jane back into his life—complete with a baby on board—Rafe seizes the opportunity with both hands. He lost her once and never truly got her back, but he's determined to change their fate. He knows in his heart that with a little persuasion and a whole lot of cake, everything will be different this time around!

His Own Heaven
Tobias Bennett has always known he was different. His towering height and quiet nature aside, it’s his need for control in and out of the bedroom that sets him apart from most men. While acting as wingman for his twin brother, he comes face-to-face with his new office manager, Lucy Barton. The wealth of scars trailing down the right side of her face and body intrigues him, but it’s her guarded disposition that has him itching to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. One night in Lucy’s arms has Toby craving so much more, but she’s a no-strings-attached kind of woman. That’s her number one rule. But Toby knows better than anyone, some rules are meant to be broken.






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Third Time Lucky

Abby struggled against Handsome's hold on her and glared up at him. "What the hell are you doing here? Go away!" She barely registered him kicking the front door shut before his mouth came crashing down, his lips hot and soft, moving over hers with such passionate ferocity that her anger melted into a gooey puddle at her feet.
She didn't—couldn't—resist when his tongue slid along the seam of her lips, pressing for entry. Opening up, she let him inside, let him ravish her senses, and steal her sanity, proving the latter by wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed her against the wall. She yelped as he squeezed her arse in his big hands, causing just enough pain to shutter her eyelids with pleasure. He rocked his hips into her, his toughened leather pants doing little to buffer the feel of his erection as it pushed between her thighs. Their eyes locked and Abby’s mouth gaped, drowning in the ferocity of the lust reflected in Handsome's predatory gaze.
"Still want me to go away?" he asked, his grin cocky, his voice a dark rumble in his chest.
"Shut up," she said and surrendered herself to the moment. Tunnelling her fingers through his hair, she brought her mouth to his, moaned as she teased his lips apart with a flick of her tongue. She tasted him, tested him, until his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he pushed himself forwards and took her mouth without further ado, crushing her lips under his.
But the more he sought to control her, the more her brain fought to shut him out, to remind her of where she was, of who he was. He was a stranger, and it didn't matter how devastatingly erotic his kisses were.
This isn't right.
This was her home, her sanctuary. What right did this man have to barge in here and throw her world off-kilter? It seemed as if leaving him alone, naked and in the middle of nowhere was too subtle a gesture for this guy. How the hell did he find her? And what was it going to take to make him put her down and go away?





Jennie Kew writes contemporary slice-of-life erotic romance novels and contemporary and paranormal short erotic stories. Her books include The Bennett's Bastards Series and The Q Collection. When not sitting in front of her computer, Jennie can be found reading a book, watching a movie, or building Lego. She lives in regional New South Wales, a stone’s throw from Australia's capital, Canberra, with her husband, her husband’s magnificent beard, a teenage giant, and their feline overlord and editor-in-chief, Tallulah.


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