Show Stopper

Title: Show Stopper

Series: Chicago First Responders #1

Author: BJ Harvey

Genre: Feel Good Rom/Com; Firefighter Romance

Release Date: August 31, 2020

The first time they meet it’s by chance. The second is surely a coincidence. The third...it’s either destiny or he’s a stalker.

Renee Hamilton has a thing against men in uniform. In her experience, they play hard, lie harder. Marco Rossi has a thing for feisty brunette women with a backbone and a smart mouth, especially one in particular who's playing hard to get.

She’s fiercely independent and wants better for herself.

He loves helping people so much it’s literally his job.

Worst case scenario, they crash and burn.

Lucky for Renee, Marco has a hose, he knows how to use it, and he happens to love putting out all kinds of fires; real or otherwise.

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USA Today Bestselling Author BJ Harvey brings you Showstopper - Book 1 in a new spin-off to the Cook Brothers rom com series, featuring Chicago first responders fighting the good fight and finding love at the same time. Set in the same world as the Bliss, Game, and Cook Brothers series before it, this title can be read as a complete standalone.

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Monday

Marco – Hey. How’s your day going? Fallen into the arms of any men lately?

Renee – Good afternoon, Lieutenant. I’ve had no showings today. I’m in the office proofing marketing materials and doing boring admin stuff. Unless I trip over my own feet and my fifty-five-year-old broker John catches me, I don’t think I’ll be needing your rescue services today.

Marco – I wouldn’t rule it out. So, what heels are you wearing?

Renee – Should I take that question as you admitting to a foot fetish?

Marco – Isn’t it a little early in our relationship to be asking about sexual preferences? 

Renee – Isn’t it a little presumptuous to be using labels?

Marco – Touché.

Renee – Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question, Lieutenant. 

Wednesday

Marco – My sister just told me you’re a closet Brewers fan. Please tell me she’s screwing with me, otherwise it might be the first thing in your con column.

Renee – Brewers . . . they’re a football team, right?

Marco – On my way to a call-out now, but don’t think I’m going to let this one go.

Renee – No, definitely not a Brewers fan. Cubs for life, through and through. I fly the W proudly. Be safe, Lieutenant.

Marco – Always, princess.

Renee – Princess. . . I like it.

Marco – Just say the word and I’ll bow down at your feet willingly.

Thursday 

Renee – Lieutenant Rossi, I’ve heard you are a good guy. Do you have further testimonials to support this claim?

Marco – You sure know how to make a long shift go faster. And no, I don’t have a collection of references to hand out to future dates.

Renee – That is a shame. Word-of-mouth is key in my line of work.

Marco – Surely my meddling sister’s confirmation that I’m not a douchebag is proof enough?

Renee – LOL. Skye might just see you as a charity case that needs a woman’s touch.

Marco – I’m trying so hard not to go near that one. I will say that I’m not afraid to put in the work to get a woman’s touch on my own.

Renee – I’ll put that in your pro column then.

Marco – I hope you’ve got a lot of room on that side of the list. You’re going to need it.

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful tweenagers, and was born in New Zealand and currently lives in Perth, Australia.

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Show Stopper

Title: Show Stopper

Series: Chicago First Responders #1

Author: BJ Harvey

Genre: Feel Good Rom/Com; Firefighter Romance

Release Date: August 31, 2020

The first time they meet it’s by chance. The second is surely a coincidence. The third...it’s either destiny or he’s a stalker.

Renee Hamilton has a thing against men in uniform. In her experience, they play hard, lie harder. Marco Rossi has a thing for feisty brunette women with a backbone and a smart mouth, especially one in particular who's playing hard to get.

She’s fiercely independent and wants better for herself.

He loves helping people so much it’s literally his job.

Worst case scenario, they crash and burn.

Lucky for Renee, Marco has a hose, he knows how to use it, and he happens to love putting out all kinds of fires; real or otherwise.

***

USA Today Bestselling Author BJ Harvey brings you Showstopper - Book 1 in a new spin-off to the Cook Brothers rom com series, featuring Chicago first responders fighting the good fight and finding love at the same time. Set in the same world as the Bliss, Game, and Cook Brothers series before it, this title can be read as a complete standalone.

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“Do you come here often?” I say without thinking. Oh shit, talking about cliché. I open my mouth to take it back, but she beats me to it.

Her narrowed eyes snap to mine. “Seriously?” 

I try to muster up some charm in the beautiful face of animosity. “What I mean is, I haven’t seen you here before.” That earns a new quirked brow. She’s totally not going to make this easy for me. She’s a challenge, and I’m hooked on figuring her out. 

She quirks a brow. “Do you come to ladies’ night and try to use your big muscles and suave moves often? Or maybe you just pull out the ‘I’m a firefighter; I’ve got a big hose and I know how to use it’ line and wait for women to swoon and fall at your feet?”

My lips curve into an amused smirk. “Is it working? Because my next go-to is to say I can take them to the firehouse and show them my big truck, and if they’re really good, I’ll let them slide down my long fireman’s pole.”

Her eyes widen, and I don’t miss the slight quirk of her lips. The fact I'm going toe-to-toe with her seems to have surprised her. It also makes me want to do it again and again. 

“Just so you know, I came tonight with my crew because we had a hard night last night. It just coincided with ladies’ night and some of them were coming anyway. I know the owner, so yes, I’ve been here a few times before, but I’ve never seen the ice queen in the corner shooting daggers at me all because she thinks I’m a player without any good reason,” I reply. 

I’m sorry, but your friend is currently pawing all over my sister. I’m not sure the good-guy, knight-in-shining-armor routine you’ve got going on is gonna fly if that”—she points over to where Scotty is indeed acting like an octopus with Hayley—“is the kind of guy representing your crew.”

“Scotty is one of a kind. He’s genuinely harmless, but he is good people.”

“And what about you?” she asks curiously, her hazel eyes pinning me in place. God, that look on her face is doing bad, bad, good things me. Something about her sass and attitude is hitting all the right buttons. 

“What about me?”

“Are you a player?”

“I don’t have time for games.”

“Pity,” she says dismissively.

I frown, completely confused. “Why?”

“Because then I’d have a reason to throw a drink in someone’s face.” 

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful tweenagers, and was born in New Zealand and currently lives in Perth, Australia.

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Working For It

Title: Working For It

Series: A Cook Brothers Novel

Author: BJ Harvey

Genre: Surprise baby, friends to lovers, house flipping romantic comedy

Release Date: May 6, 2020

Sometimes a surprise baby can lead to unexpected happy endings.

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It started one night in Vegas over a naughty cocktail and dirty banter. Eight months of bedded bliss later, Gilly Nelson says the two words Ezra Baker never saw coming: “I’m pregnant.”

Twice-divorced Ezra has always acted first, thought it through later. Except in Gilly he finds an equal; a strong-willed, independent woman who doesn’t need his money or kind heart to get ahead. She just wants him.

Career-focused Gilly never imagined she’d be thirty-five, single and pregnant. Except when Ezra suggests they date rather than just mate, she finds herself wondering whether the man she’s been looking for has been in her bed all along.

If they can survive raging hormones, house renovations, and the realities of childbirth, surely creating a family will be a walk in the park...right?

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Working For It is a full-length house flipping romantic comedy that can be read as a complete standalone and is the fifth and final book in the Cook Brothers series. Working For It is Ezra Baker's story.

“I believe BJ Harvey is the Queen of romantic comedies.”

“This series just keeps getting better and better!”

“Fan-flipping-tastic that’s what this book is, holy mother of god do I love these Cook men.” 

“Working for It is everything!!! You need this book in your life.”

“This entire series is some of BJ Harvey's best work to date.”

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The thing about best-laid plans is they can go awry. Case in point: I’m currently stuck—more like wedged—in the bath by my hips, one leg bent in the water, the other ankle hooked on top of the faucet, and try as I might, I cannot prune my overgrown lady garden to save myself.

This isn’t a new problem. I tried to get in to see my lovely Taiwanese aesthetician last week, and she informed me that she was fully booked for the next month. It’s my own fault. I figured I’d get to be the size of a whale—like I am now—and the last thing I’d want was sex because sex was what got me into this situation in the first place. Regardless, I begged and pleaded and made an absolute fool of myself, but she couldn’t fit me in. I could’ve booked somewhere else, but there’s a special relationship between a woman and the person she trusts with hot wax and her vagina.

That doesn’t help me right now though. Horny, frustrated, and wanting to make a good impression when I jump Ezra, I thought I could just give myself a quick tidy-up down below, and all would be well.

Except I couldn’t get the right angle with a mirror in one hand and a razor in the other, and there’s no way I can see around my giant pregnant belly full of my baby whose latest trick is to bounce off my cervix like a trampoline.

But I’m too stubborn and too proud to call out to Ezra to come save me. He poured a beautiful-smelling bath for me, lit the few candles I had scattered around the room, then helped me down into the water and then left me with a kiss on the lips and a spring in his step, no doubt in the knowledge he’s going to get himself some—and soon.

It’s definitely not going to happen now though, because by the time he comes looking for me, I’ll be a wrinkled, pruney mess and my vagina will resemble a soaked hedge attacked by a swordfish.

My eyes sting with tears, but I blink them away. Then they start falling, and I try to swipe them off my cheeks until I can’t keep up. I drop the razor and my dignity, and bury my face in my hands.

The door creaks open, and I know this moment has just gone from bad to worse.

“Are you still aliv—hey, what’s wrong?” Ezra asks, crossing the room. He gently pulls my arms away and tilts my chin up, his worried eyes searching mine. Dropping to his knees beside the bath, he pulls me in for a hug.

“I’m getting you all wet,” I whimper.

“Don’t care about that. I do care that you’re sitting in the bath crying when you’re supposed to be relaxing.”

I tuck my face into his neck, my shoulders shaking with sobs. “I… I… I can’t even shave myself.”

He pulls back and frowns at me. “What? Why do you need to shave your legs?” My beautiful clueless man.

“Not my legs…” I say, my voice cracking as the tears hit again, my frustration and anger rising. “All I wanted was to make it easier for you,” I whine. Ez opens his mouth, but I’m too far gone to stop now. “And my waxing lady couldn’t fit me in, and now I’m going to give birth soon, and Dr. Cameron won’t know if it’s the baby’s head full of hair or my Sasquatch vagina,” I sob. “And then I got stuck!”

“Sweetheart,” he says, all soft and warm, and making me want to slap him in my irrational pregnant rage. “You know I don’t care about—”

My head snaps his way, and my eyes narrow to slits. “Every man cares about whether they can find their woman’s vagina or not, Ezra. You need to know where it is so you can see where to stick your big cmmph.” My words are muffled by Ezra’s hand covering my mouth, his lips twitching yet his eyes gentle—albeit apparently amused by my meltdown.

“I think I can help out if you’ll let me.”

“How?” I snap, my stupid emotions even giving me whiplash.

“Well, first,” he says, shuffling back and standing. He leans over, cups my face, and kisses me long and hard and deep until I forget my own name. Then he slides his hands down my body to my waist and locks his gaze with mine. “Brace your arms on the sides, and push up as I lift.”

“You can’t—” I gasp, and his eyes narrow.

“I can, sweetheart. Now one, two, go,” he says, bending his knees and lifting me with a quiet grunt he no doubt tried to hide.

By the time I’m back on my feet in the now knee-deep water, I’m gripping his biceps so tightly; I’m expecting to see a row of half-moon bruises there tomorrow. I let out a huge sigh of relief and sag against his soaked T-shirt. “Thank you,” I breathe.

He drapes a towel around my back. He steps away and wraps it around my front. “Why didn’t you call me to come help you?”

I avert my eyes, and my cheeks burn. “Because it’s embarrassing.”

He pushes my chin up with his index finger and dips his head. “Do you know that Faith got herself into a pile of trouble trying to paint the cornices in her baby’s nursery a week before giving birth?”

“What?” I ask.

He grins. “Yep. Bry found her on her tiptoes on top of a three-step ladder with paint spread from her nose to her toes. She had to brace herself against the wall with her spare hand because she somehow forgot that her center of gravity had shifted due to her baby belly.”

“Mine was my big ol’ child-bearing hips getting wedged on the sides of the bath when I tried to—”

“Do something you could’ve asked me to do?”

I cover my face with my hands. “I would never subject you to that.”

His lips twitch up into a devilish grin. “I’m quite attached to the place you’re so adorably disparaging.”

I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“No. What I know is that you’re going to drop that towel and sit down on the bench in the shower.” He closes the distance between us, one hand curving around the back of my neck, the other drifting down to grab my ass. “And then I’m going to shave you how you’d like, and then I’m going to turn you around and show you just what this beautifully curved body of yours does to me.”

My mouth drops open, my breaths quickening as a wave of heat washes over me, and I have to clench my thighs together to stay standing.

“Any objections?” he rasps, leaning in so his lips are moving against mine.

“Nope,” I squeak, earning a grin against my mouth.

“Good,” he says, giving my butt a quick, sharp smack before stepping back. “Now carefully go get ready for me. I have some pubic art to create. I might even shave my name down here, just so everyone knows you’re mine.”

My mouth drops open, and I stare at him, dumbfounded. “You did not just say that?”

He shrugs and shoots me a sexy smirk. “Hey, it’s only me and Dr. Cameron who will see it. Why not have a little fun with it?”

I narrow my eyes and point a finger at him. “You will not do anything fancy down there, mister.”

He quirks a brow. “And how would you know? Besides, isn’t vajazzling the thing to do these days?”

My eyes bug out of my head as I wonder who the hell I’ve procreated with. “Nope. I’ll let you trim the forest but no decorating the tree, okay?”

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful tweenagers, is a proud born and bred Kiwi and currently lives in Perth, Western Australia.

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