Release Blitz: Love Letters (Novellas #1-3) by Anyta Sunday
These three novellas were just released today, and they look so cute. Click on their titles below for the buy links! I've very excited about this series. <3
Feisty. Nerdy. Sexy. Secretive.
Greenville has them all.
Asmall town with big hearts, Greenville awakens at the mercy of Millionaire Row, the wealthy neighborhood across the tracks from Poplar Low.
Bad-tempered boys meet cheeky lovers.
Colliding worlds spark a fire of emotion. Heat rages. Hearts mend. Love is lost. And found.
Love Letters are playful, sexy, contemporary M/M stories that can be read as standalones.
Welcome to Greenville. Come for the sexy boys. Stay for the HEA.
Ais for Ash Heartford.
Adorable, strong, and independent.
Abandoned by his parents and attached to only person—his little sister.
Attracted to River, the sultry man who saunters onto his doorstep with startling news.
Always yearning for more River, yet afraid to let him in.
Should he play it safe, or claim his legacy and risk losing his heart?
A is for Admiring Ash.
Bis for Ben Spengler.
Brilliant. Bashful. Burned.
Brimming with desire for his BFF Landon, who is beyond compare.
But they aren’t the same Ben and Landon anymore. Not after what Landon did. And didn’t do.
Bitter about his unrequited love.
Bound by a night of drunken promises.
Will the chemistry between them change, or will Ben break first?
B is for Begging Ben.
C is for Chance Roosevelt-Sutton.
Chiseled jaw. Smug attitude. Wild ways.
Chained to his ego—or so everyone thinks. Except his personal assistant, Brook. He knows better.
Chanceis challenged to make his father happy for once, but he needs Brook’s help.
Choosing honesty is too risky, so instead they choose secrecy.
Choked by their pasts, they dream of a better life . . . and
Charm each other into submission.
Will their pasts ruin what they have, or will they grow together?
C is for Challenging Chance.
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Excerpt from Begging Ben:
Waking up after a night of drinking? Fun times.
Ben’s pulse rang in his ear. He shifted slightly, foot moving the sheets and funneling air over his body—
An arm tightened around him, and Ben froze.
What. The. Hell.
With a shaky breath, he absorbed the details. The arm strapped across his chest; the boner pressing against the small of his back; the steady breathing drifting through the back of his hair. The heady scent of Landon cloaked around him, musky, traced with citrus.
He screwed his eyes shut tightly, pulling the pieces of last night together. There’d been puns and drinking games, and a wedding ceremony in the twenty-four-hour chapel.
No, wait. That last part was a bizarre dream.