The Hookup

The Hookup

Meet me @ The Hookup?

A well-deserved celebration is in order for attorney Easton Elliott. Everything is going as planned until a tempting glimpse of the past sidebars the handsome attorney’s party.

An unexpected invitation has linguist Grant Holt excited about the spur-of-the-moment rendezvous. But words are futile when he arrives to find there’s been a mix-up.

A text, a celebration, and a misunderstanding all lead to…The Hookup

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For a short read, this book was one fun and dirty read that was filled with a ton of emotion and a whole lot of love. Loved it!

Joelle ~ goodreads

If it’s a short read or a long read Kindle Alexander never disappoints.

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♡  Excerpt  ♡


“Home from deployment?”

Grant froze at the words. The sexy rumble of the man’s voice oozed with promise. The raw invitation in those three words had Grant immediately interested as he considered the question. Slowly, not wanting to appear too eager, he lifted his gaze and turned his head toward the alluring voice. Grant’s reply tangled in his throat as he was met with the most beautiful amber eyes he’d ever seen. Mesmerizing in color and flaked with gold and full of heated intensity, they held him hostage far longer than he’d intended. The guy stood close, closer than most would deem appropriate for new acquaintances.

The man’s presence claimed all of Grant’s personal space and everything Grant had been stewing over was instantly forgotten. The exact reason he had liked this bar so much came back in a sudden rush of explosive lust. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Here you go. You want something?” The bartender asked the man as he set Grant’s drink on the napkin. Thank God for the bartender’s interruption or Grant would have made an idiot of himself for sure. He tore his gaze from the sexy newcomer and reached for the alcohol—a little bit of liquid courage to help swallow the lump of words caught in his throat. He downed confidence-building gulps until the ice clanked against his teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll have what he’s having. Make it two. Looks like he needs another. I’ll start a tab. Add his drinks to mine.” With the credit card handed over and the bartender departed, the sexy man’s gaze moved back to him. Grant was again held captive by the intense stare as the man bent closer to him, so close the guy’s scent had him wanting to bury his face in the crook of his neck and draw more of the tantalizing aroma into his lungs. Grant’s heart sped up as the newcomer casually rested his forearm on the edge of the bar, angling his body toward Grant.

The man was beautiful in all his sandy blond good looks, smelling of refined elegance, expensive cologne and rich leather, things Grant liked, but rarely splurged on. But it was the man’s lips that made him instantly hard. Lips that plump and full made for long lingering kisses, vulgar words, and carnal activities. The image he conjured in his head had him excited for the prospect and shifting uncomfortably on his stool as the material of his slacks trapped his cock behind his zipper.

 “Haven’t seen you in here for a while?” The man spoke again, his casual stance not able to hide the intensity of interest in his eyes.

The heated current that ran down Grant’s spine added another layer of anticipation to the smoldering sex-fueled haze he’d been in since laying eyes on the well-dressed man. That deep husky voice alone would be enough to have him agreeing to anything the amber-eyed man asked of him. Grant had to remind himself there was a game to be played. Rules had been put in place for a reason. He cleared his throat, straightened his spine, and willed himself to meet the stare of the man whose focus hadn’t wavered and whose naughty grin hinted at promised passion.