by Alexia Chase Ava and Miles try to outwit
each other as they battle for the same land. Ava’s determined to claim the land
for her boss and get out of town, but there’s something charming about the
town… and Miles. Readers who enjoy the Man of the Month Club collection will
devour Morsel Enemies by Alexia Chase, a steamy, small town, enemies-to-lovers,
beach romance. Goodreads → https://bit.ly/3LgluqN Amazon → https://amzn.to/3ZGS1KQ Are you ready to
meet your next Man of the Month? Chocolate chips,
year-round Christmas decorations, crystal-clear waters, and smoldering nights
under the stars. What more could you ask for? Ava’s boss, Jax,
wants the same land Miles wants, and she’s there to make sure Jax gets it and
escape Hell Town, Florida, as fast as she can. Miles loves the land and will
stop at nothing to get rid of the interloper. Until Miles and
the town charm her. Or is it all a lie? Morsel Enemies
from Alexia Chase is a small-town, enemies-to-lovers romance about Candy Cane
Key’s favorite Scuba Diving Charter owner and a woman who hates frizzy hair,
bugs, and sunshine. Sparks will
ignite this National Chocolate Chip Day as these two try to outwit each other.
It’s going to be a hell of a ride. The MAN OF THE
MONTH CLUB is a steamy small-town collection featuring a new hottie (or two)
every month. In 2023, escape to Candy Cane Key, Florida, and celebrate All the
Holidays with your favorite group of romance authors and their delicious
Paradise Men. Can’t wait to see you there! Excerpt Copyright 2023
Alexia Chase Who has Christmas
all year round? In the Florida Keys? These people need their heads examined.
God, it’s hot. I fan the neckline of my top to let in some much-needed
coolness, except nothing but sweltering air is swooshing around. From inside my
black handbag clutch, my cell phone rings. I let go of the handle for my
luggage. Portia. My teeth grind together as I answer, “Yes?” “Did you make it
okay?” “Yes. If you call
standing in the middle of a machine shed, miles from civilization with my hair
frizzing, a mosquito trying to drain me of all my blood, and no way to get to
the Lansing Estates, okay.” “About that….”
Portia trails off as my armpits break into a sweat, making the silk fabric hug
my skin. “What?” “The estate isn’t
exactly an estate. The relatives who inherited the land that Jax wants to buy
haven’t had anyone living in the house since their father went into a nursing
home four years ago.” “Great.” I turn
my attention to the grinning receptionist, who’s now alone as the pilot readies
the plane to return to the mainland. Go now. Get back on the plane. Stop. It’s just a
few days. A week at the most, and you’ll be back in civilization. Robert marches
across the cement floor and engulfs the hand of another man. Is that blood? I
wrinkle my nose and watch their exchange. The man is tall and tan with dark
hair, and while I can’t see his eyes, I’m guessing they’re a startling shade of
blue. Because why wouldn’t they be? He might be
good-looking, but his clothes are disheveled and filthy. They’re either coated
in blood or something worse. I shift away from them. I don’t want to know what
that something else is. I spin on my heel
as I listen to my sister ramble about the land. The view. The ocean. The
wildlife. And every other disgusting thing about the outside. Give me a 5-star
restaurant and some upscale shopping, please. “You’re just
going to love this town. It’s amazing. I wish I wasn’t bedridden. I’d love to
go back there again.” My sister and her husband came to Candy Cane Keys for
Christmas, and she apparently came home with a little present, all of her own.
My future niece or nephew. “Who has a town
with Christmas decorations all year? What’s wrong with these people?” “Excuse me?” A
deep baritone voice growls behind me. I twirl around, smacking the good-looking
guy in the knee with my luggage. “Shit,” he grunts
and jerks backward. “Watch what you’re doing?” His eyes narrow into slits as he
eyes me up and down. “Don’t sneak up
on people; you won’t get hit.” “Ava, what’s
going on?” “Some local
bumpkin is yelling at me for hurting him with my luggage when he was the one
that smacked into me.” “Say, excuse me.”
The man crosses his arms over his chest. And lord, there’s a lot of it. His
eyes are a stark blue like the ocean. Just as I expected. I sniff. And he
smells like the ocean – salt, beach wood, and rotting fish. I hate the ocean. About Alexia Chase Alexia Chase is a
steamy contemporary romance author who specializes in visual stories set in an
interconnected world. If you love
stepping into a place that feels like home where familiar people, places, and
things welcome you with open arms, then you’re in the right place. Ms. Chase pens
everything from short stories to novels with heroes from bartenders to
billionaires. What can you find
between the pages? Heavy doses of snark, sinful fun, smut, and happily ever
afters. Come inside.
They’re waiting for you. Where can you
find Ms. Chase when she’s not writing? Ms. Chase lives in a small community
outside of Kansas City, Missouri. She spends her free time with her husband,
three children, and two dogs and loves to spin stories in her head. She’s an
avid learner and never far from her computer. Just ask her children. They have
plenty to say about her excessive computer usage. **** I love short
stories, and I love Alexia Chase. **** **** Oh, my I
love these short hot and sexy books by Alexia. **** **** Funny,
sweet, and steamy. Alexia Chase did an awesome job with this novel. **** **** Ms. Chase
has written an engaging, steamy, funny, angst driven, and entertaining. **** **** Sexy, funny,
sweet and all the feels. **** Quick. Dirty.
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