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Go back in time to Blissโ€™s first happily ever afterโ€ฆ

Once Upon a Time in Bliss, an all-new sexy romance in the Nights in Bliss, Colorado Series from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake writing as Sophie Oak, is available now!

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CIA operative John Bishop arrived in Bliss, Colorado, seeking a respite from the high-stakes game of blood and lies that sent him to the worst corners of the world. A week playing the role of vacationing professor Henry Flanders would recharge his batteries, especially if he found a gorgeous woman to occupy his time.

Nell Finn has spent her life focused on helping others, but when she meets the tall and mysterious Henry Flanders, she canโ€™t stop imagining what he might do for her. When Nell and her mother are threatened, Henry comes to her, offering his protection and comfort.

But as the threats escalate out of control, Henry discovers that the beautiful and innocent Nell is much more than a plaything. Can he save the woman he loves without exposing the secrets that would drive her away?


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โ€œIs there any way you could drop me off in town?โ€ He felt his eyes narrow because she had plans. That was obvious. He was fairly sure that he wouldnโ€™t like her plans. โ€œWhy?โ€ โ€œBecause I need to start scheduling the repairs.โ€ That wasnโ€™t all she was planning on doing. She was hiding something. It was right there in the way she wouldnโ€™t look him in the eyes. And why had she talked about her mom staying with Pam Sheppard and not herself? It was time to start herding Nell in the proper direction. He crowded her. It wasnโ€™t hard in the small bedroom. The minute she realized how close he was, she backed up, ceding the space until her back hit the door. โ€œHenry?โ€ โ€œHow do you intend to pay for those repairs?โ€ This cabin would require extensive repairs. Everything would have to be replaced. The door alone would cost hundreds of dollars, not to mention fixing the windows. He would bet a lot that Nell didnโ€™t have that money. Her face flushed the closer he got. Yes, she was aware of him, finally. That was what he wanted. โ€œI donโ€™t know thatโ€™s your business.โ€ โ€œSo itโ€™s my business to take care of this for you, but not to know how youโ€™ll take care of yourself? Is that how you work when you help someone out? You do one piece of the job and send them on their way?โ€ He was playing on her sympathetic soul. And her body. He leaned in. She smelled sweet, like milk and honey. Damn, but he could eat her up. And there was no way to miss the way her nipples peaked under her sweater because she wasnโ€™t wearing a bra. Her voice was slightly breathless. โ€œI think itโ€™s nice that you want to help, but I donโ€™t need it. I can fix everything.โ€ He loomed over her, well aware that he was using his height to intimidate her. โ€œHow, Nell? Do you have a job you havenโ€™t told me about?โ€ โ€œI have a computer I can pawn,โ€ she said quietly. Heโ€™d wondered what sheโ€™d intended to do, and still his freaking cold-as-fuck heart softened a fraction. All sheโ€™d talked about on the way over here was her writing. โ€œI thought you wrote books.โ€ Her back was against the wall. She had nowhere to go, and that was just what he wanted. Her eyes had dilated. They roamed from his face to his neck to his chest, taking him in even as she spoke. โ€œI do, but I have to admit, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m very good at it. I keep getting rejected, so I might as well get rid of the computer. Do you have to stand so close?โ€ There wasnโ€™t a trace of irritation in that question. It had been asked with a delicious breathiness that let him know she was interested. โ€œIf you didnโ€™t want me to stand so close, you should have gotten a bigger bedroom,โ€ he said, well aware his voice had gone low. He stared down at her, unwilling to let her off the hook for a second. Now that he was close to her, he was damn sure he couldnโ€™t let her go. Oh, eventually he would. He would go back to his life and she would move on with hers, but for a week or so, he was going to be in her bed. He was going to be in her body. And he was going to solve a few of her problems. โ€œYou canโ€™t pawn your computer. How will you keep up with your protests? How will you know what to protest in the first place?โ€ It didnโ€™t make any sense, but he couldnโ€™t stand the thought of her walking into some crummy shop and giving up her computer for half of what it was worth. โ€œIโ€™ll figure it out,โ€ she replied, her eyes round. And selling the thing wouldnโ€™t do any good. It would be a drop in the bucket of what she would need. โ€œIt wonโ€™t work, Nell.โ€ He backed her against the wall. โ€œLet someone help you. I can loan you the money.โ€ It wouldnโ€™t be a loan, but she didnโ€™t have to know that until he was long gone and she couldnโ€™t find him. โ€œThatโ€™s not a good idea.โ€ Her head tilted up. โ€œNone of this is a good idea.โ€ But her lips, those fuck-me, take-me lips, were trembling. Her hands were moving to his waist like she couldnโ€™t help herself, and he didnโ€™t even want to try to help himself. Everything about his life was plotted and planned and decided on for the best of whatever fucking mission he happened to be on. He didnโ€™t want to think. He wanted her. That was all that mattered. โ€œItโ€™s the best idea Iโ€™ve had in a long time.โ€

About Lexi Blake

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasnโ€™t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.

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