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Sawyer**adult content warning**

“Holy hotness on a stick!…once again Sarah Ballance has given us a story that is sweet, yet panty-melting.” – Julianne R., Goodreads review

“This story is a sweet sexy romp filled with humor. The characters are amazing and I hope to see more about them. Definitely a must read!!!” – Loves 2 Read Romance 

“Plenty of witty banter and snark makes *For Seven Nights Only* a great contemporary romance read.” – Beth, Goodreads review

My new Chase Brothers story, FOR SEVEN NIGHTS ONLY, drops today. This is Sawyer’s book, and if you met him in Crosby’s novella (FIVE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU) then you’ll probably find yourself fist-bumping your screen when Kelsie calls Sawyer a womanizing troll. And for the most part, he deserves it. Like when he brings her coffee and follows that up with this assessment of her attire.

She took a deep breath over the cup and stared up at him in surprise. “White chocolate mocha? How did you know?”

He grinned, although it was more of a self-satisfied smirk. “I asked the guy in the coffee shop downstairs if he remembered you. Old librarian glasses, wears tapestry.” 

And when he says this:

“You actually think I’m out there mowing down virgins? Sorry to disappoint you, but there are a lot of very good, very bad girls out there who would do anything to be invited into my bedroom. And believe me, they do. Anything, that is.” 

So it’s really no surprise Kelsie fires back when he suggests that, should she ever decide she wants him to take her to bed, she should brace herself:

“I have a better idea,” she said sweetly. “How about I save the trouble of all that bracing, and you go f**k yourself instead?”

I love the kind of story where a playboy falls. They’re always so self-assured and arrogant. So freaking cocky. They want what they can have, and they want even harder what they can’t. And all those sexy sweet somethings they whisper? Lines, all of them. Why would any sane woman believe otherwise? Kelsie certainly wouldn’t.

She’s perfectly sane…and perfectly fine without him.

She and Sawyer are as opposite as they come. She wants the New York City version of a white picket fence and he wants to move on to the next conquest. It should be so easy for them to keep walking, but there’s something pulling them both in.

And hell yeah, it’s physical.

He knelt in front of her and ever so slowly began to work the fabric up her thighs, palms flattened against her skin, his face within licking distance of dragging her, screaming, into her first orgasm of the night.

And then there was this:

He quickly backed off the caveman thing, instead corralling every ounce of restraint into a thorough exploration of her mouth, slow and easy. Captivating. Jesus, she stole his every breath, driving a hunger in him he’d never known. He couldn’t get enough. Even her kisses teased, sweet as motherf**king honey while driving hard every sinful thought he’d ever had in his life.

And of course Kelsie is digging it. Hard.

She probably left claw marks in his back for days, but the feeling of holding on to him, the muscles of his back and ass flexing and bunching as he throttled hard against her, would be well worth the apology.

Sex clearly isn’t their problem. (#understatements). But turning sex into something more? That’s when things get complicated. And dirty. (The good kind of dirty.)

And if there’s anything a Monday morning needs to be, it’s the good kind of dirty.

Want to get down and dirty with the newest book in the Chase Brothers series from Entangled Lovestruck? You can read the entire first chapter for free here, or cruise ahead for the scoop on seven exceptionally hot nights. 🙂



Kelsie Reed is over bad luck and bad men. Newly dumped, she’s now the pathetically single maid of honor in her sister’s wedding—and her ex is the best man. Her bad luck continues when a plumbing meltdown in her apartment sends her sexy neighbor running to her rescue. He’s got “serial dater” written all over him, which is unfortunate because the man is hot.

Sawyer Chase loves women, but settling down? He’ll leave that to his brothers. But when Kelsie confesses she’s a dating disaster and is about to become the laughing stock of her family wedding, Sawyer takes control. He’s got one week to teach her how to land the man of her dreams, and he’ll do it on her terms: no touching, no kissing, and definitely nothing more.

But some rules need to be broken, especially when, for once, there’s something on the line worth fighting for…

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  • Author: Sarah Ballance
  • Genre: Contemporary Romance
  • Publisher: Entangled Publishing (Lovestruck)
  • Release Date: January 2016
  • ISBN 13: 9781519672742
  • Available format(s): ebook, paperback


at a Manhattan club

Kelsie, inexplicably, was a beacon. Despite the lack of caked-on makeup, she should have blended in with the crowd, but instead she beckoned Sawyer without even trying. And maybe that was it. Normally when a woman caught his eye, it was a blatant invitation. Kelsie, with her fresh face and increasingly exuberant smile, was a knockout—one who didn’t seem too damned interested in him. And he hated how hard that sucked.

Screw that.

The redhead who’d approached him earlier caught his eye. She was dancing with some other woman, both too drunk to do anything but bounce off of each other and anyone who happened to be nearby. She winked.

He looked away.

Unfortunately, right back to Kelsie. He didn’t even see the man she was with. Just the long expanse of leg that stretched between the hem of her dress and those damned shoes. He wasn’t sure he’d ever noticed a woman’s shoes before, but he wanted to take those off her feet with his teeth. Or maybe leave them on while he drove into her, her legs slung over his shoulders while she fisted sheets and screamed his name. Of course, the way she moved, she’d probably blow his mind with something slow and sexy. He could already see that long, lithe body stretched out on his bed, curving against his, crisp sheets twisted, kisses not coming fast enough.

Jesus Christ.

Sawyer probably looked like some kind of stalker glaring from the shadows, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her every sway was a seduction. She moved like an angel—or the devil incarnate—and he wasn’t the only one noticing those slow, sexy undulations. One guy cut in, then another. The way she maneuvered out there on that floor made him achy and feverish, and that had to be the alcohol. He couldn’t believe the motions were foreign to her. Three whole songs passed, and she never even looked his way. Then her dance partner pointed toward the bar, and as she looked up, her gaze tripped over Sawyer’s.

Though every predatory, possessive jackass cell in his body demanded otherwise, he didn’t flinch.

She hesitated, but only until her the guy tugged on her hand. At first, Sawyer thought he was taking her to the bar, but the guy nodded to someone and led her toward the back. Sawyer momentarily lost sight of them. Then he saw Kelsie ducking into a doorway. Alone.

The ladies’ room.

Sawyer took a deep breath, too goddamned aware of how he’d felt when he thought she was about to get screwed sideways in the supply room. He stood there, his limbs threaded with tension, ready to wipe some guy off the planet, and all because he’d shown Kelsie the way to the restroom.

He needed a fucking grip.

Kelsie emerged a moment later, saw him, and froze.

Yeah, like that would last. The last guy hadn’t dragged her to the back room, but that didn’t mean the next one wouldn’t. This time he didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t care how he looked. He just closed the distance between them and took her hand.

“Come with me,” he said. “Now.”

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