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October Reads Worth Falling For

Danger, desire, second chances, and unexpected romanceβ€”discover this month’s Fresh Fiction Featured Books.

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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.


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Supernatural sparks fly
between a bookseller
& her hard-boiled ghost.


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If Her Highness thinks I’ll let another man claim her and my child, she’s lost her royal mind. Sophaya’s mine.


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She found a body. Then she started asking the wrong questions.


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He ghosted her ten years ago. Now she’s stuck with him for Christmas.


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She’s the lady everyone overlooks. He’s the prince who can’t look away.

The First Real Thing by Cat Grant

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Also by Cat Grant:

Tap Out, January 2015
e-Book
Takedown, August 2014
e-Book
Black Dog, April 2014
e-Book
The Only One Who Matters, March 2014
e-Book
The Only One Who Knows, January 2014
e-Book
The First Real Thing, September 2010
e-Book

THE FIRST REAL THING
By: Cat Grant

Ellora's Cave
September 2010
On Sale: September 15, 2010
Featuring: Cameron; Trevor Barclay
ISBN: 1419930575
EAN: 9781419930577
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Erotic | LGBTQ

My name’s Cameron. And I’m a male escort. I’m the best, and most expensive, at what I do. I have one ruleβ€”never let anyone in.

In five years of hooking I’ve never picked up the wrong guy. But when I met Toronto ad man Trevor Barclay in a Manhattan bar, his soft green eyes and shy smile drew me right in. When I discovered the error I had made, I should have written it off as a mistake and moved on. But memories of the steamy encounter we shared in his hotel room continued to haunt me.

I never should have agreed to see him again, but from that very first night he worked his way under my skin and into my heart. I can’t stop thinking about him. But how can I tell him the first man he’s been with in sixteen years sells himself for a living?