Title: Home Is Where You Park It
Series: Bluebell Band of Brothers #3
Author: Marika Ray
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Tropes: Big boy bossy hero, one bed, fake relationship with benefits, best friend’s older brother, enemies to lovers
Release Date: January 11, 2024
Photographer: J. Ashley Converse Photography
Cover Model: Victor
Cover Design: Jennifer Olson
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"I love this book so much! Ahhhh! Boston and Audrey are so much fun to fall in love with!"
"Full of humor, heat, and heart, Home Is Where You Park It was a fun, lighthearted story that will touch your heart. Boston and Audrey were perfection together and I couldn’t put their story down."
"I loved, loved, loved Boston and Audrey! They were the perfect complement to each other. Her sunny and his grumpy were hilarious together."
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And of course there’s only one bed. Just my luck…
But I need this commission check that only Boston can guarantee me. So I hike up the mountain ’til I can’t feel my legs, eat questionable canned beans for sustenance, and vow to simply ignore him for two days. What I didn’t count on was a freak blizzard to lock us in the cabin for a bit longer. I also didn’t expect to discover that beneath all those muscles and long hair and smoldery looks, Boston has a soft heart and a sad past that makes me itch to fix it.
And of course we have to snuggle to preserve body heat. My luck is turning…
We find more—ahem—creative ways to pass the time, and holy snowstorm is Boston creative! We both know this charade ends when we get off the mountain, so we use our time together wisely.
Turns out there’s one final twist: he’s my best friend’s estranged brother. Yep, my luck has officially run out…
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I woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning in a delightful dream about being hugged by a space heater. That heater turned out to be Boston, once my eyes blinked open and I saw the huge forearm that lay atop my waist. His tan skin was lined with a smattering of medium-brown hair and his hands were nicely shaped. Because of course they were. The man was built like a Greek god from head to toe. Couldn’t a girl hope for a misshapen toe or two to make herself feel better?
Far as I’d seen, there was nothing misshapen about Boston. Especially not the steel pipe that was currently digging into my backside. If I didn’t already have firsthand knowledge of the size of that thing, I would have sworn he snuck a log of firewood down his pants while we slept. And sadly, I wasn’t irritated at all that his wood was currently cozy with my back side. In fact, I quite liked it based on the ache that came from between my legs and the instant restlessness that had me itching to reach back and grab ahold of that appendage and screw the consequences.
Which was the exact thought that had me rolling out from under his arm and off the bed like there were fire ants attacking. Boston was all wrong for me. Even beyond him being my best friend’s brother, he was not the kind of guy I was looking for. I was ready to meet Mr. Right. The one I’d settle down with and fill a three-bedroom, two-bath house with kids. Not Mr. Tall, Dark, and Bossy.
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Marika Ray is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy and sweet RomComs, spending her time behind a computer crafting stories, walking any beach she can find, and making healthy food for her kids and husband whether they like it or not. Prior to writing novels, Marika held various jobs in the finance industry, with private start-up companies, and then in health & fitness. Cats may have nine lives, but Marika believes everyone should have nine careers to keep things spicy. All her books come with a money-back guarantee that you’ll smile at least once with every book.
More information can be found at www.marikaray.com
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