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BOOKS BY ASHLEY JAMES
The Deepest Desires Series
Barred Desires (Book One)— https://books2read.com/barreddesires
Forsaken Desires (Book Two)— https://books2read.com/forsakendesires
Illicit Desires (Book Three)— https://books2read.com/illicit-desires
Kismet (Standalone)— https://books2read.com/kismetashleyjames
Hidden Affairs Series
Brazen Affairs (Book One)— https://books2read.com/brazenaffairs
Storm Clouds and Devastation (Book Two, Preorder)—https://books2read.com/hiddenaffairsbooktwo
Insatiable Hunger (Book Three, Preorder)— https://books2read.com/hiddenaffairsbookthree
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ashley James is an LGBTQ+ author who enjoys writing (and reading) the toxic, swoony, broody, filthy talking, red flag men. She is originally from Washington State—and no, not Seattle—but now resides in South Carolina with her two daughters and her three Sphynx kitties, Goose, Maverick, and Houston. And if you’re wondering if those names are Top Gun references, you would be absolutely correct.
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BRIAR & BRAMBLE
ASHLYN DREWEK
1
AARON
Valentine’s Day — 6:00 a.m.
Swearing under my breath, I replayed the voicemail for the second time to make sure I heard it correctly. It was just what I needed to start my fucking day.
“Hi Aaron, it’s Melissa from Forever Flowers. So I wanted to let you know that Laura was in a pretty bad car accident last night. She got the pieces for the restaurant done but she hadn’t started on the wedding venue yet. I’m sorry for the short notice. We’ll absolutely return the down payment for the wedding flowers and if you want I can reach out to—”
Jamming a button on the desktop phone, I hit it a couple more times to make sure the message was well and truly fucking deleted before I picked up the receiver and slammed it back down in the cradle.
Raking my hands through my hair, I tried to think quickly but my mounting frustration was making that a tad difficult.
It was Valentine’s Day of all goddamn days. Where the fuck was I going to find a florist to fill a wedding order last minute? Every single one of them was probably sold out or completely booked.
“You heard about Laura?” Nico’s voice came from the doorway.
I glanced up at my sous chef and shook my head, jaw clenched. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.” If the bride had hired her own florist, I’d be off the hook. But she was flying in from out of town, meaning she picked the all-inclusive package and left ninety-five percent of the arrangements up to me and my wedding planner.
