We are beyond excited about the release of KING, a new romance about taking chances, double lives, and falling madly in love with the one person you’re supposed to want dead by New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo. Be sure to grab your copy today!
From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a romance about taking chances, double lives, and falling madly in love with the one person you’re supposed to want dead.
Never steal from a king.
Down on her luck in Las Vegas, Isabel “Izzy” Lake turns to the regulated prostitution industry. But her first day on the job ends abruptly when her client dies, and his suitcase contains over a million dollars.
Izzy takes the money and sets off to a small town on the other side of the country, where she attempts to live a low-profile life. A few weeks into her new country girl lifestyle, she finds owning an old fixer-upper isn’t so fun when you’re a city girl with zero DIY skills.
Izzy’s handsome new neighbor, Kingston Jameson, is all too eager to fix her leaky faucet and warm the cold side of her bed. It’s not long before she finds herself falling for King. But is he really the sweet-talking country boy he claims to be, or has he come to collect more than her heart?
Kingston “King” Jameson knew he shouldn’t have let Garrett pick up the suitcase full of cash. And he sure as hell never expected Garrett to die at a brothel and get robbed by a prostitute.
King needs to get the suitcase – and the secret item hidden in the lining – before his boss kills him.
He has one problem: The girl who stole the suitcase has hidden it very well. She left her entire life behind in Las Vegas. She’s got nothing left to lose. If King wants that suitcase, he needs to get close to her. Close enough to watch her every move. To know her deepest secrets.
Okay, he has two problems: He’s also fallen in love with the girl he’s supposed to kill.
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About CASSIA LEO
New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book.
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school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their two
daughters. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.
She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be
a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few
of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her
husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her
high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.
Although she has a passion to write, her family is
most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and
daughters, along with their cat and dog.
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know what happens next?
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sizzling standalone romance—Mr. Fantasy.
is a standalone contemporary romance novel and contains an HEA.
believe the week is almost over.” Val groaned, then consoled herself with a
large gulp of the fruity cocktail sitting in front of her.
sadly, silently agreeing with her. Spring break needed to be a lot longer than
a week. Pretty soon, it would be back to work, back to classes… back to
when I gazed around this tropical resort and realized some people lived like
this all the time.
in paradise just isn’t enough,” I said out loud, playing with the pink umbrella
perched in the coconut drink I held. Rotating the barstool, I spun to face the
turquoise water of the ocean and pure-white sand beneath it.
umbrellas dotted the beach, and under them, people lounged and played. Beyond
the beach, people also played in the water, running around in skimpy bikinis
and golden tans.
off the ocean blew through the tangled strands of my blond hair, and sand clung
between my toes. Focusing past the shoreline, I gazed across the water, past
the floating cabanas, and out to a small island filled with palm trees.
to see the guy who owns that island just once while we’re here.” My voice was
wistful as I plucked the cherry out of my drink and popped it into my mouth.
from the fruit burst over my tongue as I stared.
sound and slapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t even tell me that’s the reason you
haven’t had a fling yet!” she practically yelled.
swung in her direction. “Shh! God, Valerie, don’t announce our sex life to the
have a sex life,” she muttered, fitting her straw into her mouth. “That’s what
spring break is for. Letting loose, having fun… no regrets.”
done that, too.”
rude sound. “You’ve turned down three guys since we got here.”
and looked back at the ocean. “I’m picky.”
to let him go, Nor,” Valerie said gently. Leaning in, she rested her cheek on
my shoulder. “I know you loved him, but Alan wasn’t good enough. And he hurt
the straw until it made that annoying slurping sound because my alcohol had
officially run out.
fling is the best way to get him out of your system. Let someone rock your
world for a night, and forget about him completely.”
“You think a one-night stand will erase a guy I dated for nearly a year?”
and wagged her eyebrows at me. “The right guy will.”
and she snagged the empty coconut out of my hand and held it over her head.
that.” My best friend pointed out toward the distant island. “Please tell me
you haven’t been holding out to see if Mr. Island shows up to rock your world.”
at her assumption.
it!” she yelled.
around us turned to look at her.
them, “Sorry. She’s a bit extra.”
still hung up on your cheating, scumbag ex, and now you’re hung up on some
faceless guy who might not even exist?” Val dropped her forehead into her hand.
“I’ve failed as a best friend.”
an arm around her shoulders. “You have not.”
shoulder made me turn, my eyes colliding with a set of piercing green ones.
“Oh,” I said, a little breathless.
is ready,” the bartender said, leaning over the bar, holding out my refill.
glanced down at the drink. “Thanks.”
gorgeous,” he quipped and winked.
spilled the drink in my lap right there. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he had
the bronze tan of a local with an accent to match.
anything else, just wave.”
unable to reply.
said, putting her arm around me, bringing me back around. “This is exactly what
I’m talking about. You’re gorgeous. You could have any guy here you wanted.
Even the bartender. Yet you’re busy mooning over some guy who’s probably old
enough to be your grandpa.”
mooning!” I insisted. Then I grimaced. “And ew… grandpa.”
expect some young, hot single to own that island over there?”
head. “Not just the island… this entire resort.”
moaned. “That’s just a sexy rumor the staff here likes to tell women like us.
It makes us even more excited about this place.”
be true,” I murmured, staring out to sea. “He really could be some young, rich
computer genius who sold off an app and bought this place.”
And he has a hot body and the stamina to make you forget all about Awful Alan.”
accused, salty. “I didn’t judge you when your fantasy was to sleep with a yoga
instructor to see if they really were more flexible than other guys.”
giggled. “They are. They totally are.”
eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
young, single, and being safe. What’s wrong with a little fun?”
some of my cocktail.
at least my fantasy was attainable. Yours is practically from the pages of some
cheesy romance novel.”
I sighed. This conversation was bringing down my buzz. “Finish your drink so we
can go lay on the beach.”
is running out.” She reminded me. “We’re going home tomorrow night. If you
don’t have a fling soon, you’re never going to get over Alan.”
enough of this conversation, and if she said my ex-boyfriend’s name one more
time, I was going to scream. I jumped down off the barstool and tripped on my
stammered as I fumbled forward. Seconds later, I collided into the back of a
chair, falling over the shoulder of whoever was sitting there and dumping my
drink down their chest.
shoulder under my waist stiffened, and I scrambled to leap back.
gosh, I am so sorry!” I exclaimed. Dumbly, I looked down at the drink in my
hand. It was empty.
I skittered around the chair as the person sitting in it stood, pushing it out
from beneath him.
collided and I tumbled back, but he caught my arm to keep me from falling.
Another apology formed on my lips, but the second I looked up, it dissipated.
tall. So tall I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. His shoulders were
wide, and his jaw was chiseled. His skin had the same deep bronzed look as all
the locals, and his hair was the color of midnight.
know if his mouth was just sexy as hell or if the way he pursed his lips as he
regarded me made them look pouty, but the effect was still the same.
inside me tightened and then went liquid, as though he’d melted me with just
moved, but no sounds came out. I was exceptionally aware of his large hand
wrapped around my upper arm. Even though we were sitting in the shade, his hand
felt warm like he’d been in the sun. Goose bumps erupted along my bare arms and
legs, and my scalp prickled with awareness.
down to where he held me, I couldn’t help but notice how his hand was so big it
wrapped around my arm completely. Involuntarily, I shivered as I thought about
what else his hands would completely cover.
I jerked away from his touch. His hand dropped beside him, and then I realized
the entire front of his shirt was completely soaked with my drink.
tossed aside the empty coconut and let my hands hover near him. “This is all my
fault,” I exclaimed. “Can I get some napkins over here?” I yelled. “Valerie!”