The Breaker Boys: A New Adult Standalone Series

The Rule Breaker: A Best Friend Brother, Reformed Bad Boy Romance

The Scene Stealer: A Small Town, Hollywood Romance

The Heart Breaker: An Enemies-to-lovers, Second Chance Romance

The Stolen Series: A Small Town Interconnected Standalone Series

Stolen Nights: A Small Town, Single Mother, Neighbors-to-lovers Romance

Stolen Kisses: A Small Town, Forced Proximity Romance

Stolen Hearts: A Small Town, One-night-stand, Accidental Pregnancy Romance

The Stone Trilogy: A BDSM Series

Make Me Yours

Make You Mine

Make Us More

Standalones

A Snowflake Wish: A Small Town, Holiday Romance

Rebel Teacher: A Small Town, Single Mom Romance

Lover Boy: A Small Town, Second Chance Romance

Behind the Flame: A Small Town, Single Parent, Firefighter Romance

Tempted: A Small Town, Age-gap, Dad Best Friend Romance

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Acknowledgments

First, I want to thank the readers, bloggers, and influencers that took a chance on me, Time For You, and this new series. I agonized over wanting you all to love Autumn and Colton as much as I did.

Patricia, without you I’d never be able to finish a single book. You are there whenever I need to hash something out and I truly appreciate you.

To my editing team. Your late nights and quick turnarounds helped make sure this book was the best it could be. Thank you for loving Colton and Autumn’s story.

To Carolina, my life would crumble to pieces without you. Thank you for pushing me to be the best that I can be and knowing when I just needed you to listen to me vent. You are truly a diamond and I treasure you.

To my family, I do all of this for you. Thank you for your patience, love, and support. It means far more than anything else in this world.

Tempted

By: Renee Harless

From USA Today bestselling author Renee Harless comes a forbidden, age-gap, love story with a sexy musician and a woman that knows what she wants.

There are many things in life I’d rather forget. But nothing tops walking in on my teenage crush and temporary neighbor in the great outdoors while he showered.

It wasn’t as if I did it on purpose, but he thought I had.

Asher Blake was the head of my favorite band and the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. But to him, I was nothing more than his friend’s daughter.

Or maybe I was wrong.

I wasn’t exactly that awkward doting girl anymore. I was older and no longer off-limits. We were two consenting adults. And no one would know what we did behind those cabin walls.

Once our time was up, we could go our separate ways.

Our lives were complicated enough and we didn’t need to add our age difference into the mix.

We threw caution to the wind and gave into temptation, never realizing that it was more than just our secrets that we needed to protect – it was our hearts too.

Chapter One – Addison

“…feel me explode!”

The song ended as I pulled up to the stoplight on the outskirts of Dulles Airport in Washington D.C. If finally landing back in the United States wasn’t enough of a reason to celebrate being on home turf, hearing my favorite band and song on the radio the moment I turned on the ignition to her long-stay parked car would have done it. Not only was I a huge fan of Edge of Black, but they were also good friends of my father and uncle.

It helped that they were currently touring together and I could see the band in the background every once in a while when my dad and mom would video call me. I tried not to fan-girl whenever I was around them, but it was hard not to. Mom told me she had the same reaction to a couple of boy bands when she was younger. Except she hadn’t grown up watching the bands play backstage as I had or vacationed with literal rock stars.

As I waited at the stoplight, I glanced down at the shirt I snagged from the last tour featuring my dad’s band Exoneration and Edge of Black. It was from three years ago because I’d been out on a project the last few years, but it still looked brand new. I’d cropped the black shirt and paired it with my favorite pair of oversized jeans, courtesy of my mom, a world-renowned fashion designer.

I was admiring the faces of the five band members when a horn sounded behind me and I realized that the light had turned green. Pressing my foot on the gas, the car accelerated at an abysmal speed, which caused the driver behind me to swerve into the other lane to move around me.

Money had been prevalent in my household, both parents being celebrities of sorts, but they always taught me and my brother Ryan to be responsible and work hard for what we wanted. There were never any handouts. I bought the aging Honda Civic when I graduated high school, using the money I earned working at my aunt's bakery after school and on the weekends.

Bessie, as I named my car, was a bit rough around the edges, but I made sure to keep up with maintenance so that she could get me from point A to point B without trouble. Usually that meant traveling across the country for my job. A job that I was now taking a leave of absence from.

With a heavy sigh, I drove the one hour and thirty minutes from the airport to my apartment in Fredericksburg that I shared with a roommate. We studied photography at Wellington University in Massachusetts and became instant friends our freshman year. Katy was like the sister I never had and she fit in so well with my cousins. We liked to joke that she was an honorary family member.

I parked the car in my assigned spot, grateful no one’s overnight visitor had used the opening in my absence. It had happened one too many times. Glancing up at the three-story building, my stomach clenched. Was this where I was destined to live forever? I’d thought naively that in college, I’d meet the man of my dreams, we’d settle into our jobs, and by the time we were twenty-four, we’d be walking down the aisle. Now at twenty-four, almost twenty-five, I knew that it was a silly fairytale. It also had nothing to do with my age and everything to do with the fact I hadn’t met a single guy that interested me in college. I fooled around with a few, not wanting to remain a virgin forever, but there was no one I was serious about. How could I be when everyone knew who my parents were? There was always that fear of someone using me to get to my parents.

Hell, that was why my boss had hired me in the first place, hoping I’d bring in some juicy photos of my family members to sell to the gossip rags. He quickly learned that I was better at my job than he had given me credit for and after certain threats by my family lawyer, he never mentioned it again.

Stepping out of the car, I moved to the back and popped the trunk, hefting my large suitcase and duffle from the back.

It took about ten minutes to haul my things up to the third-floor apartment where Katy was waiting anxiously for my arrival.

“You’re back!” she called out as she jumped from the couch, spilling popcorn in her haste. That was something I would have to clean up later because Katy wasn’t always the cleanest of roommates. I dropped my luggage at the door and opened my arms to my best friend as she launched herself at me.