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What Romance Readers Say About 




"I absolutely could not put this book down!"

"Full of twists and turns that could change everything."

"Get ready to have your heart broken and put back together again."

I dare you.

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Devyn Lynn has recently learned something about herself...she's kind of a b*tch.
Good thing her brother's best friend can help.

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 My Story

For years, I've been a secret writer, scribbling down daydreams about book boyfriends I haven't yet read. â€‹

The thing about secrets though?

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They never stay hidden for long. 

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Join me as I dive headfirst into the world of romance authorship, follow my dreams, and set my stories free. 

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Coming Soon!

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Shana Holiday doesn't mean to be a twenty-eight year old virgin, she just is.

Maybe her best friend's brother could help?

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Something Like Sugar is a small town, secret dating, best friend's brother romance coming August 22, 2025! 

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THIS AUGUST

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Single, twenty-eight year old female, looking for a...bed time study buddy? 

I'm the good girl. The quiet one. I teach your toddlers to plié on Saturday and read Shakespeare with my father on Sunday, so never in a million years did I think I'd be here. 

Putting up a Flinger profile. The place for one night stands and evening trysts.

But after today, it's clear the man I love will never see me how I want. And with Dad slipping away at each beep of his monitors, for once in my life...ballet might not be enough. 

Dance can't love you back. 

I know it's risky. I know it's taboo. But if my best friend's brother won't open his eyes to see me, maybe someone else will. 

So here I go, posting an ad to lose my virginity.

What could go wrong?

Only everything.

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Lemons

But, wait...there's more!

Something Like Starlight

COMING THIS FALL​

“You gonna tell on me? I might be cursed to look young, but I’m twenty-eight you know.”

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“I’m aware.”​

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“Well, then you’re aware I can speak to, and fuck, whomever I want. An entire band. Or two. Or three even. And despite what you might think, Nashy-Poo, it doesn’t make a woman a slut for loving her body and enjoying life.”

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“I didn’t say it did, I said—”

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“You implied that I shouldn’t talk sexy.”

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“No, I didn’t.”

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“Yeah, you did Papa Bear. I said stuff about boy toys, you said don’t talk like that, threw in some Daddy kink, and—”

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“Daddy what?”

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“Daddy kink.” I blink at him. He can’t be serious, right? “You know the routine: bad girl needs punished, sugar daddy gives her the spankin’ she never got, and everyone gets a happily ever after.”

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His mouth hangs open like I’ve grown three heads.

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“Have you seriously never watched porn?”

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“What? Of course I haven’t watched porn!”

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“Bullshit.”

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“Excuse me?” Nash’s brow knits, his voice low and menacing. “What did you say?”

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Yeah, I definitely like him mad. Probably why I press it further.

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“I said bullshit. There is not a single man in this country who hasn’t scrolled some tits or ass at least once. I mean, at the very least you’ve watched a few casting couches, right?”

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“Casting…couches?” He seems truly stumped.

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Maybe this man isn’t lying. Maybe he really is just a silver fox, single dude who enjoys work and doesn’t want to fuck anything with legs.

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Perhaps that’s why I plant my seed, crossing my arms over my chest so my boobs peek out the top of the cut-up band tee. His eyes immediately fall there, as predicted, and I let a smile steal my face as I clear my throat and they snap back to mine.

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I like it when Nash stares.

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He’s done it this entire tour. And the last. And the one before that. Different bands then, of course, but each time, I wonder when he’ll finally crack. At which point will he stop watching and join in?

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Or would he take me all for himself, his salt-and-pepper beard brushing along my slick center, tasting me like I know he wants?

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“I’ll compromise with you,” I say. “Let me ride the bus to Centerville. Papa owns a hotel there. I have some friends I can visit.

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“Do these friends have couches you’ll be cast on?”

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I don’t miss the air of annoyance behind his inquiry. As if he has any right to judge what I do in my spare time.

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“Maybe,” I challenge. “Does that bother you?”

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 “That? No, that doesn’t bother me, Sour Patch.” His gaze scrapes down my body. “It’s everything else about you that does.”

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Lemon Perkins doesn't sit still. And why should she? She's a billionaire's heiress, sexy af, and love is free.​ 

It doesn't make her new boss any less appealing, even if he does have four children and a bit of a stick up his...

​Shit...Is Lemon in love?

 

Stay tuned for writing updates on this spicy, age gap, single dad meets nanny, reverse-billionaire, feel-good romance coming this year! 

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©2025 by Elsie Bea

Elsie Bea, LLC

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