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Title: Appeal

Author: Hayley Faiman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: September 9th

About Appeal:

Brooklyn Myers, Esquire. The name alone made me hard. Dressed in cheap bargain suits, she still was a knockout. Amber eyes that call to me like none other. I should have ignored her. I wasn’t ready for the promise of simply her. I claimed her anyway, even if I never meant to keep her.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Noah waltzes into my office, taking me out of my misery for a split second. Moving my gaze from the ceiling, I watch as he flops down in my chair. His eyes are dancing as he watches me, a smile wide on his face. “What?” I grunt. He shakes his head. “Oh, nothing. Just that you’re in love and it seems like a little brunette has thwarted your plans. Personally, I think it’s hilarious. Watching you pine over the woman.” I almost reach over my desk, grab his shirt and punch the shit out of him. Almost. But I don’t. Honestly, I don’t have the fucking energy. I haven’t slept in seven goddamn days. I’m exhausted. “What’s your point?” I ask on a sigh. “Since when was Lucas fucking Black a pussy?” Lifting a brow, I press my lips together in a thin line. “Pretty brave coming into my office with that shit, Noah,” I bark. He shakes his head. “Not brave. But you’re being stupid as shit. Go get your woman, man. You look fucking miserable, and you kind of smell,” he points out, scrunching his nose. I turn my head, sniffing my armpit. Fuck. He’s right, I do kind of smell. I count back to my last shower and I cringe. I’m a two-shower-a-day kind of man, but honest to fuck, I think it’s been about four since I had my last one. Every single day has been a blur since I dropped Brooklyn off at her house. “She doesn’t want me, and Christ, I don’t know if I really want her,” I sigh. Noah stands, leans over, and presses his palms against my desk while he looks down at me. “You do. I know that you do. I know that you did the moment you locked eyes on her sweet ass. She’s special, Lucas and a woman like that you do not let slip through your fingers. Don’t be a fucking asshole, don’t be stubborn. Be the fucking lion and tackle your goddamn prey.”

Connect with Hayley:

I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard. Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

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