Title: Lead Me Here
Series: A Drunk Love Romantic Comedy #3
Author: Aria Bliss
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 28, 2022
Secrets are a recipe for disaster, even for relationships
that only last four days.
♥ ♥ ♥
They say time heals all wounds, but what if unintentional secrets are involved? Or more accurately, unintentional secret babies.
I tried to find him—I really did—but what was I to do with nothing more than a first name?
After we spent four amazing days together, he left me a note with what I can only assume was his full name and phone number, but his handwriting is like chicken scratch. It also didn’t help that my roommate decided to do me a solid and washed all my clothes before I had a chance to clean out my pockets.
Needless to say, the note didn’t survive.
Now, four and a half years later, I find myself standing in front of the same grumpy stranger that changed my life forever.
Now, I’m about to change
his because he has no idea, he has a three-year-old daughter.
♥ ♥ ♥
Agreeing to keep our identities a secret may have been the dumbest idea ever, especially considering the consequences of four wild and perfectly wonderful nights together. When our time together came to an end, we went our separate ways, and I never saw him again. Fast forward four and a half years and imagine my surprise to discover he’s my new landlord.
Lead Me Here is a dual POV steamy full-length STANDALONE romance filled with lots of sexy times in the bedroom, profanity, and love with a HEA ending!
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Aria Bliss writes steamy, emotionally charged contemporary romance with humor, drama, and big feels. She has a soft spot for single dads, second chances, forbidden romance, and grumpy bad boys with sweet centers that are impossible not to love.
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Without hesitation, he drops to the floor. He struggles for a moment to open the cabinet door. I installed a child safety lock since I store cleaning products under the sink. I tense as I wait for him to say something, but he remains silent. He doesn’t even look up at me in confusion.
Once he has the door open, he moves the cleaning products aside and rotates until he’s lying on his back.
An involuntary gasp escapes me. I curl my lips around my teeth and struggle to slow my breathing. Seeing his firm body spread out in my kitchen floor with his head under my sink just might be one of the hottest images I’ve ever seen.
His shirt pulls tight against his body, highlighting the curves and ridges of his chest. A chest I once explored for hours on end. Like an idiot, I let my eyes shift down. His dress pants do nothing to hide the bulge between his legs.
I take a deep breath and turn my gaze away. Nothing good can come from fantasizing about his package. His very generous and talented package.
“Can you hand me the small screwdriver from my bag?” His voice echoes from beneath the cabinet, dragging me out of my lust-filled stupor.
“I’m sorry, what?” My mind fixates on a single word he said and everything else fades into the background. Screw. Yes, please. I’d very much like to screw again.
He shifts his head slightly so he can look at me. “My bag. I can’t reach it. There’s a screwdriver just inside the zipper. Can you get it for me?”
“Oh, yes.” I step over him and kneel next to his bag. From this angle I can see his handsome face and strong arms. He looks serious and deep in thought, similarly to how he looked that first day I built up the courage to talk to him.
I shake my head and when my eyes come back into focus, he’s watching me watch him. I’d been so lost in my thoughts; I didn’t notice when his eyes met mine.
“Yeah, sorry. Screwdriver.” I unzip his bag—doing everything in my power to not think about unzipping his pants instead—and find the screwdriver right away. I hand it to him, quickly stand, and move away before I do something stupid like pounce him and rip all of his clothes off.
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