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About the Book:
Title: ROSE: A STANDALONE PARANORMAL REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (Jewels Cafe #12)
Author: Jewels Arthur
Pub. Date: December 30, 2019
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Meet Rosalie, or Rose for short, she is a gorgeous plus sized heroine who is about to get mixed up in a whole ‘nother world!
Rose has a night job at a bar in Silver Springs called Vee. She loves it because it gives her freedom, free drinks every night, and she gets to spend time with the 3 oh so sexy owners of the bar.
What Rose doesn’t know is that these guys have a dark and dangerous secret and the bar she works at isn’t quite what it seems.
Rose’s attraction to these guys is strong but she thinks she has no chance. The guys are drawn to Rose but they know they could never date a human. Insert one magical PSL then Rose’s world is flipped upside down.
Rose is a standalone reverse harem romance.
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“Good evening, Rosalie.” I hear the silky smooth voice before I see him, and I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach—Finn.
“Hey, Finn. How are you?” I reply in what I hope is a sultry voice. I normally just end up sounding nasally, and I know my cheeks are probably reddening. Just being around him and his brothers makes me lose any confidence I have.
“Living the life,” Finn answers with a chuckle, as he leans across the bar toward me, his hand inches from mine. “You look beautiful tonight. Anyone special coming in?” I hear a note of jealousy in his tone, but shrug it off as my imagination. I’ve made it clear that I think he’s hot, so if he’s interested he would have made his move by now.
“Everyone that comes in is special, silly,” I respond with a laugh. “I just wanted to dress up tonight. Sometimes it’s fun to get all cute, even if you’re just going to work.”
“I don’t think you need to get so dressed up to tempt the men here.” His words and the smile that graces his face make my cheeks burn, and I tilt my head forward to cover my embarrassment with my hair, using the opportunity to clean the bar top with a rag.
“Are you swooning over our beautiful bartender, Finn?”
I bite my lip as I take in Dean, who’s approaching from the back. I scan his body, barely suppressing the moan it evokes from me. He’s wearing dark jeans that are tight in all the right places, paired with a slightly tight black band t-shirt, making him completely droolworthy. He catches me staring and clears his throat with a chuckle. “You look gorgeous, Rose. Why are you wasting your time with my pitiful brother?”
“Uh, hi, D-Dean,” I stammer, dropping the rag to the floor. I take a step back, planning to pick it up, causing my heel to catch on the stone tile floor and snap. I squeak loudly as I fall backward, straight onto my bottom, sending shooting pains up my back. “Son of a bitch!” I groan, looking up to see Dean staring at me in surprise.
“Rose! Are you okay?” Dean crouches down and puts his hand on my shoulder.
Tears burn my eyes as I use all my willpower to suck them back into my skull. I can already feel that my ass is going to be bruised, as well as my ego. “Yes, I’m fine. Just bruised and embarrassed,” I say as I stand up. I’m immediately lopsided due to my broken heel, and groan at the thought of working barefoot all night.
“Well, that’s broken,” Finn notes, as he bends over to pick up the heel of my shoe.
“I know. Fuck, these are new,” I mutter under my breath.
Dean sets me on a barstool and begins taking off my shoes. I immediately feel goosebumps erupt on my skin as I look down at the way too sexy man. “Uh, thanks,” I murmur, summoning a smile to his face. I feel my cheeks heat with a blush at my reaction to him and the knowledge that I’m not hiding it very well.
Dean looks back at his brother as he sets the broken shoe on the floor.
“Finn, can you get those black flip-flops upstairs?” he asks his brother, then turns back to face me. “You’re a what? Eight? Eight and a half?”
I squint my eyes at him and slowly reply, “Yes, I’m an eight. How would you know that?”
“Lucky guess,” he answers, just as Finn reappears at the door. He tosses the flip-flops to Dean who slips them onto my feet before helping me back onto the ground. “There you go. Perfect, although it was nicer when we were closer in height.” His laughter causes butterflies to fly in my stomach again and it feels as if they are permanently there. I try to push why he would just happen to have women’s flip-flops in their apartment out of my mind, concentrating on what his proximity is doing to my body.
I open my lips, ready to say something, something cute or sexy I hope, but I’m cut off when he places a finger on my chin and smiles just before he steps away. It feels as if the breath rushes from my body in a whoosh when he’s no longer so close to me. Relief and sadness overwhelm me. They are so fucking hot. Like, unfairly hot.
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