"A fun and super sexy read" Between the Sheets by @LivRancourt #romance

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Between the Sheets

Written by Liv Rancourt

Genre(s): contemporary romance


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Life for music teacher Maggie Schafer has been full of flat notes lately. Sick of being single and celibate, she vows to get her groove back at the upcoming Western Washington Choral Directors Annual Retreat.

Too bad the only guy who seems interested is a pompous dork who thinks he’s God’s gift to women—and the music education world. When he gets a little too arrogant and crosses boundaries, gorgeous pianist Randy Devers swoops in to run interference. After sharing a shockingly hot kiss in front of the whole conference, Maggie and Randy come up with a plan to pretend they’re dating.

However, the more time they spend together—and the more physical their “pretend” relationship gets—the more she wonders if there could be anything beyond just smoking chemistry and a friendly agreement between them.

Maggie’s got history, Randy’s got baggage, and they’ve got a weekend to get their rhythms in sync and figure out how to turn their solo lives into a beautiful duet.

Sensuality Level: Sensual

An excerpt from

Between the Sheets

“You know what I love?” Krista started yapping as soon as the waitress left. “The feeling when a guy first slides himself in, you know?” She faked a shiver. “You might not remember this, but the first long thrust, when everything is tight and you have to work it in. It’s so…yum.”

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Aw, now she’s playing the sexy card. I blinked once. Twice. I fought to keep my eyes from widening and bit down on the tip of my tongue. Hard. She did the fake shiver thing again, her chin jittering on the inhale. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed, coming very close to snorting beer out my nose.

“You are so full of shit.” 

“And you so need to get laid.” Satisfied with making her point, Krista adjusted her purple-framed glasses and took a hit from her beer. Between the blocky frames and the hard edge of her bangs, she should have a pocket protector and a compass in her pocket instead of lipstick and an iPhone. Next to her edgy style, my wispy blond hair and twice-broken nose said sidekick. Jock. Tomboy.

“You’re not denying it,” she said, tapping the table with a blunt fingernail.

If we dug into all the reasons I preferred to limit guys to friendship, we’d have to take this little discussion to a therapist’s couch.

“Maggie…” She dragged out the word. 

“What? You’re right. I need to get laid.” I raised my glass to nearly eye level as if inspecting the amber color for flaws. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Only if you mean it.”

I sipped some beer. Did I mean it this time? It had been a while. Five years, three months, and four days, actually.

Not that I’d been keeping track.

The band swung into a hornpipe, the bodhrán laying down an easy rhythm. A girl started step-dancing near the stage, and then another joined in. If I got up and danced, I could avoid the conversation entirely.

On the other hand, she was right. I needed to get laid.

Because five years, three months, and four days ago, I’d been wearing a white lace dress when my groom called to say he was on his way to Los Angeles. 

Alone.

Krista made kissy-lips, which meant she had an idea. “The Blues Revivalists are playing in Langley on Sunday night. If the music teachers strike out, we could head over so you can try with the rock ’n’ rollers.”

I chewed a pinky nail, delaying my answer. Maybe I finally felt strong enough.

A tall man with shaggy brown hair sat down at the table next to ours. Krista tipped her nose in his direction and let her gaze drift significantly. I ignored her, studying the Lord of the Rings posters on the wall. 

“Sometimes you gotta open yourself up a little, you know. Try something new to get what you want,” she said.

“Okay. Fine. I have a goal for the weekend.”

Krista clapped her hands like a little girl. “Goodie!”

A burble of giddiness broke free from somewhere deep. I was going to get laid. Didn’t know who, and didn’t know when, but I was going to do it.

Here's what

Fans are saying

A fun and super sexy read

Maggie has had a dry spell in the sex department since being left at the altar (the hairdresser to be precise) five years ago. As she and her BFF, Krista, journey to a three-day music teacher conference, Maggie hopes to meet a guy and break the spell.

The moment Randy, the cool, handsome, but sometimes aloof pianist rescues Maggie from an awkward situation, the two characters heat up the pages of this contemporary novella. Their sexual chemistry is immediate and Ms. Rancourt's humor, as always, shines through her female lead making this a fun, romantic, the sex scenes will having your fanning yourself, read.

— Debbie Christiana- New Milford, CT

5 #GingerGod Stars

In Between the Sheets, Liv delivers to us a funny, sweet and thoughtful read. Our main character Maggie has tomboy tendencies, avoids sex and men in general. The storyline is driven by one pivotal moment in Maggie's life. She accepts the challenge, made by her bestie Krista, to try to hook up with a man over their weekend at "teachers" music camp.

What follows is an at times hilarious peep show into the lives of said music teachers. This is a short read and we spend the pages absorbed in 2 says in the life Maggie, Krista and a Ginger God named Randy.

I love the characterization of the "attendees" at this music camp, where petty jealousies and high school like clique behavior drives a wedge between the attendees. Krista has to be one of the best girlfriends ever - she's paid attention to Maggie and really only wants to help bring her out of her shell.

I loved this story and tore through it within hours. 5 star read and an happy accident in this unexpected introduction to Liv Rancourts writing. Its my pleasure to recommend this as a perfect pick-me-up story in the romance genre.

— Cyndi Becker

Author Bio

Liv Rancourt

I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire...or sometimes demon. I write funny. I don't write angst. When I'm not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I'm at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog is the cutest thing evah(!), and we're up to three ferrets.

I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (www.livrancourt.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). Come find me. We'll have fun!