Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Series: Reed Security
Release Date: May 10, 2021
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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The book you've all been waiting for! All the advice the men have given to each other, all written down in one relationship manual, along with a fun adventure to go along with it! What happens when the men rush to finish the manual, the women find out and write their own, and the ladies go off on another adventure of their own? Nothing good.
Title: Reed Security Relationship Manual
Series: Reed Security Series
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Release: May 10, 2021
How To Successfully Navigate Women’s Questions About Their Bodies
When asked if a pair of jeans makes your woman look fat, there are so many ways to get this wrong. You need to be sure that your answer doesn’t lead to more questions or make her question your answer in any way. The more questions asked, the more you’ll fumble.
~ Do not make eye contact. Look over her shoulder, but appear to be looking right in her eyes.
~ Never EVER look at her jeans. There will inevitably be a pause while you look, which will only lead her to believe that you’re really trying to figure out if she looks fat.
~ Avoiding eye contact all together is also a very bad thing. You must look her way. Not looking will make her think that you don’t want to answer the question. Which, of course, you don’t want to, but you have to so that she doesn’t kill you.
~ Making jokes about her weight is a no-no. You may think that you’re trying to relieve the tension, but you’re really just making her seethe inside.
~ Refusing to answer is just like saying that she’s fat.
~ If she asks if she looks like a stuffed sausage, immediately answer no. Again, laughing or refusing to answer will not make her feel confident.
~ Asking her to turn so you can check her out from all angles is as good as admitting there’s a problem, but you’re trying to determine how bad it is.
~ Finding her another pair of pants will end badly for you.
Now, that being said, there are other areas of her body that you can definitely check out as you answer. In fact, enthusiasm is greatly appreciated. For example, are my boobs too big?
~ Hell no! Your boobs are huge and I love them that way!
~ God, I’d love to motorboat you right now.
~ Throwing out a ‘I love your tits’ can never end badly.
~ Cupping her breast while muttering ‘fucking perfect’ will end in bed or with a blow job. I’m just saying…
Sexy. Charming. Intelligent. He’s everything I could ever want in a man, but he would never go for a woman like me.
I’m broken, damaged after being held captive by a serial killer.
Panic attacks are the least of my worries. But I can’t help but want more with him. So, I made him a deal. Now he’s my therapy buddy and we have a friends-with-benefits relationship.
It’s a win-win.
Except that I want so much more.
From the moment I saw her, I wanted her.
From the moment I touched her, I knew she was mine.
Everyone thinks she’s broken, but I see the fighter inside. We made a deal, but I’m going to have to break it because I want more than a few fun nights between the sheets.
I want it all.
Stubborn. Fiery. Insanely beautiful.
That’s my Maggie. There’s no denying she’s the woman I want, but getting her to believe that is nearly impossible.
Getting her to commit is even harder.
She wants her independence, but she can’t see that she’s pulling away with every job she takes. And the more she pulls away, the more I worry about taking that next step with her.
I have to find a way to make her see what we could have, or I’ll lose her for good.
I gave up everything to be with him.
I love him so much, but I can’t put my life on hold for a man that won’t offer me everything.
And I can’t keep arguing with him every time I take a job. He wants me by his side, but only on his terms.
I’ve had enough. If he wants me, he’s going to have to fight for me.
There was a time I would have pushed her up against the wall and had my way with her.
But now I can’t even stand.
This wheelchair now acts as my legs.
I’m not half the man I used to be, so how could I ever be what she needs?
And when she needs a man to protect her, I’m left providing the housing while my teammates make sure she’s safe.
Now she’s seen me at my lowest, a man that can barely take care of himself.
I hate that she sees me like this, but I’ll fight to walk again if it means that I can have her.
I will be the man she needs someday.
I’m running for my life, trying to stay out of the clutches of the cartels my father is trying to sell me off to.
I never imagined I would see him again.
I’m the reason he’s in that wheelchair. He took a bullet protecting me.
Now he seems to hate me. He’s angry, and rightfully so. He had a life before I ruined it.
So, he’s hiding from the flame that still burns between us. We could have so much more, but he won’t allow himself to even look at me unless he can prove he’s the man I need.
He doesn’t see that he already is. Luckily, I’m good at getting my way.
I watch her in the darkness.
I follow her to work just to make sure she’s okay.
She saved my life, and ever since then, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.
I would do anything for her, including disposing of anyone that comes near her.
I know I’m no good for her. An assassin doesn’t have a high life expectancy, nor does the woman he sleeps with.
If I stick around, she’ll only end up dead.
But the longer I’m around her, the more I crave her.
And now someone knows about her.
I should let her go. I should walk away. But I need her too much.
And soon, she’ll need me too.
Had I known that I was taking care of an assassin, I never would have stayed. I never would have wanted to know his secrets.
I can feel him everywhere now. He’s following me, watching me.
I can’t help but want to see him again, even though I know he’s no good for me.
I’ll end up dead if I hang around him, but the way my body tingles when he’s around tells me that I’m meant to be with him.
But how can a doctor ever live in the same world as an assassin?
I watched her watching me. She followed me around the grocery store, choking on a grape when she tried to talk to me.
It was so damn cute.
So, I asked her out on a date, and that ended badly.
I tried again, but I kept saying the wrong thing.
Who knew that telling a woman she had a juicy ass was a bad thing? I thought it was a compliment. I swear to God!
And don’t get me started on how quirky she is. And she always has her nose stuck in a damn book.
But none of that would stop me from being with her.
Not even when I found out that she thought I was an actual superhero.
Okay, I might have stalked him through a grocery store.
What can I say? He was so hot, and I just couldn’t help but stare at him.
It wasn’t my best first date, but it probably wasn’t my worst either.
And no matter what crazy things I do, it never seems to really push him away.
But there is this one tiny, little detail that’s been bothering me.
I think he’s Superman, red cape and all.
Seriously, there are some strange things happening, and he’s always at the epicenter.
There’s no way he’s not a superhero.
Okay, maybe I’ve been reading too many books.
I can’t believe that I fell for it again.
This was why I told him we were nothing more than friends-with-benefits.
I knew he would freak out, but he had convinced me that this time it was different.
Like I said, I should have known better.
Now he’s following me like a puppy dog, trying to prove that he can be the man I need.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
But what’s with the weird notes and flowers? That’s not like him at all.
And then there’s the creepy student that keeps following me around the school.
And the bad date that tried to assault me when he got too drunk.
I’m done with the drama. I just want a normal guy.
Unfortunately, my body only wants him.
I know I screwed up. I’m not stupid.
I know I’ve given her no reason to trust me, but that won’t stop me from doing anything I can to get her back.
Including going to a spa.
I don’t want to talk about it. It was more painful than I ever could have imagined.
And don’t even ask about my crazy idea to have someone break into her apartment.
I swear, I didn’t actually do it.
But someone is following her, and I have to find out who before this escalates.
I can’t lose her now that I know I want her.
I never thought I would hear her voice again. Seventeen years ago, I walked away from her, thinking I was saving her life.
I didn’t realize that I had left her with the very men I was trying to escape.
I screwed up then, but I’ll be there for her now.
I’ll protect her and burn them all down, because they not only came after her, they came after me.
They burned our homes, and now they’ll feel what it’s like to truly be hunted.
My son is almost sixteen. He’s about to be initiated into the gang that took me from my home after Chris left.
Slasher, the man who took me, is the leader now. He thinks Axel is his son.
What he doesn’t know is that I was already pregnant with Chris’s baby when he took me.
But being Slasher’s son has kept Axel safe all these years. Until now.
I won’t let him become part of this life.
I won’t see him die in a gang war. He’s too good for that.
I’ll do anything to keep him safe, including going back to the man that abandoned me.
I’m struggling every day, but I can’t let anyone see that.
Years ago, I failed at my job and was almost killed by a serial killer.
The scars run deeper than what shows on my forehead.
I love my job and the last thing I need is my coworkers thinking that I can’t hack it.
But one freakout has gotten me kicked off my team.
My boss says it’s temporary. I just need therapy.
I have a different kind of therapy in mind, and he’s sitting across the bar from me right now.
I still feel the pain of losing my wife every day. It’s like a constant knife in my chest, and I’m struggling to survive.
I know I need to move on.
My son needs me. It doesn’t matter that he’s not my biological child.
In my heart, he’s mine and always will be.
But he’s also a reminder of what I lost.
Our relationship isn’t what it used to be, and I know I need to fix that.
But I think I need to fix myself first so that I can give him what he needs.
And that’s where Lola comes in. She’s just as broken as me, but together, we have something great.
I don’t know if I can handle her job though. I already lost my wife. I’m not sure I could lose another woman I love.
I just want to wring her neck. She’s so damn irritating.
Sure, we got her business burned to the ground, but I was a nice guy. I tried to fix it.
So, now she’s living with me, and she’s driving me up the f#@ing wall.
She nitpicks every single thing I do, and it’s my house!
The worst part? I’m attracted to her. Like, way more than any woman before her.
But she hates me just as much as I hate her.
Just one time. That’s all I want. I can get her out of my system and we’ll go our separate ways.
I knew from the moment he walked into my bed and breakfast that he was a lady killer.
Those ice-blue eyes looked at me like they wanted to devour me.
I wasn’t falling for it.
I’d seen men like him before. I wasn’t stupid. He was trying to use me and it wasn’t going to work.
But then he kidnapped me “to keep me safe”.
All he did was make me lose my business.
I guess he was at least nice enough to give me a place to stay, even if it was in his one-bedroom shack.
But he’s such a pig…and so damn hot. I don’t want him.
That’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m so screwed.
10 percent chance to live.
I heard what the doctors said, but I can’t believe it’s true.
It’s not right. We just got married. We just had a baby. How could she be dying?
Everything started out perfectly.
Now my world is crashing.
Everyone is trying to help, to make things better.
I’m so grateful, but there’s only one way my world will be righted, and that’s if she survives this.
I need her to fight. I can’t raise this baby alone.
I can’t live without her.
Blake is everything I ever wanted in a man. He’s smart and funny. He’s manly.
I thought the day I married him would be the happiest day of my life.
Now I’m just hoping that I make it to the next day.
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I really hope that’s true in my case, but the odds are not in my favor.
I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I’m not ready to leave the new family I just created.
They also say you can’t always get what you want.
I really hope that’s not true in my case.
When I saw her in the bar, I knew I wanted to take her home.
When I opened her front door the next morning, I knew I was in trouble.
My teammate was standing at the door. With two kids.
I was so f*@ked.
At first, I mistook him for her lover. That was punch number one.
Then he told me he was her brother. That should have been the first indication to shut my mouth.
But I was exhausted and let my mouth do the talking. That was when I told him she was old enough to have a one night stand. That was punch number two.
I’ve been warned to stay away, but I’ve never been very good at following directions.
I want her, and I’m willing to pay for my actions.
After divorcing my cheating husband, I came to live near my brother. We haven’t been close in years, but I needed family around right now. My first night here, he offered to watch the kids so I could unpack.
I got one box done before I decided that I needed to get laid.
When my brother showed up the next morning, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with what he found.
But I’m a grown woman and it’s about time I started living for me.
Besides, Gabe is the most fun I’ve ever had. I’m just not sure it’ll last.
I have two kids and they come first, but Gabe refuses to give up.
I’m not ready to move on, but I’m not willing to give up either.
I’ve always wanted Ivy.
At least, that’s what they tell me.
I was out on a job and almost died. Now I can’t remember a single thing about my life.
Slowly, things are filtering back in, but not her. Nothing is familiar about her.
I don’t want her around. As far as I’m concerned, I have enough on my plate.
But I don’t have that option, because she’s carrying my child.
Whether I want her or not, I have to try.
They say I loved her once. Maybe I could love her again.
The moment I got that call that Julian was in the hospital, I knew I had thrown my life away.
After years of running, I finally found someplace to settle down.
I thought I had it all, but now the man I love doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t even want to see me.
I know it’s too hard on him.
I know he needs space.
But I don’t have the luxury of time. I’m pregnant with his baby, and if he doesn’t remember soon, I could end up all alone.
I need him to give me a chance, but when my past rears its ugly head, it could sink any chance I have of getting him back.
My life was just how I liked it- single and free to do what I wanted.
I have my hypoallergenic pillows and the most comfortable bed a man could buy. In bulk.
When I met her, I knew she didn’t belong. She was too elegant for a strip club. She was too determined.
I knew something else was going on, but all I cared about was taking her home.
I only wanted one night. And it was fantastic, but I didn’t need a whore.
Except, one time wasn’t enough, and the more I slept with her, the more I got to know her.
She had deep secrets, and once I found them out, I wanted to help her.
I wanted to get to know her.
I wanted her.
But like I said, she had secrets, and those secrets might get me killed.
I have one objective. Find my little girl.
She was taken one day, just vanished from her daycare.
I’ve spent every last dime I have to find her. Now I’m working in a strip club, for someone that might have some information.
I’m slowly getting closer to the truth, but it’s not fast enough.
I need her back.
Then he walked in, and for one night, I didn’t think about all I was missing.
And then he showed up again.
I can’t seem to shake this feeling that he’s the one.
But the harder I push to find my daughter, the more danger I put us both in.
I don’t know how this ends, but I hope he sticks around to find out.
She’s beautiful and so damn feisty. I don’t know how she ended up with a$$hole she was with, but I’m here now and I’m going to help her.
I can’t have her though. She’s damaged. She hides behind a tough exterior, but deep down, she needs some serious help.
Help that I don’t know how to give.
And now she’s wrapped up in this mess with Reed Security and we’re on the run together.
I knew she would be tempting.
I knew I couldn’t just walk away.
Damsels in distress are my thing. I want her so much, but not until she deals with her past.
Only then will I make her mine.
Ugh, I hate men that think they need to save you.
Jackson is like that. He thinks I need someone to coddle me and talk things through with me.
But what I really need is a man to take me and make me his.
In a positive way, of course.
I’ve done the other way and it wasn’t fun. But I’m not a wallflower. I know that bad shit happens.
I also know that I just need to move on. I’ve never been one to dwell on the past, but Jackson doesn’t want to hear that.
He wants me to heal.
I wish he would listen to me when I tell him I just need some sexual healing.
I’m in hell.
But I would do it all again for her.
I thought Morgan was dead, and that made me reckless. Now I’m stuck on this island, being tortured by the worst kinds of human beings. But I can’t escape yet. I need to wait for the right moment.
I have to wait until I can take her daughter with me.
I made a promise and I’m not about to break it.
I will get her daughter back, even if it kills me.
I made a deal with the devil and I lost.
I thought I was saving my daughter, but all I did was sentence myself and Chance to hell.
I have to figure out a way to manipulate my captor.
I’ll do whatever I have to so I can get my daughter back and return to the man I love.
I betrayed him, but he doesn’t know it yet.
I’m not sure if he’ll still want me when this is over, but I have to risk it all.
One day at a time. I’ll save my daughter, and then I’ll find a way to get him back.
Reed Security is fractured.
I don’t know how to heal us, to make us whole again.
Some of the men almost died. The women are angry at me for how I handled the situation, but I would do it all again. It saved lives, and I know I did what was right.
But the men need to find their strength again.
They need to realize they can still do their jobs.
I will find a way to make this right and assure my men that I am still the man they’ve always believed in.
We are Reed Security. We will not fall.
I’ve been in love with the same woman for years.
But she’s also my teammate, and that means I can’t have her.
Florrie is a strong-willed woman, and she won’t put up with a man like me.
I’m possessive, and if we take this next step, I won’t back off.
The need to protect her is strong, but the need to have her is greater.
But after three years of chasing her and trying to make this work, I’m just not sure that it will.
I can’t do all the work in this relationship. I need a woman that wants to be my partner.
Sometimes when you love someone, you have to let her go.
It just hit me one day how attracted I was to Alec.
And then he took a bullet for me. It changed everything.
Now, I see him as more than a teammate. I see him as a lover.
But how can we possibly make this work?
Especially when we go out on jobs and he tries to protect me.
I don’t need protection. I’ve always taken care of myself. Just because we’re in a relationship doesn’t mean that he suddenly gets to dictate my life.
I want him, but I just don’t see how we can be together and work on the same team.
I will not be controlled.
I had one job, get Jessica “Rabbit” Finley to sell her property to Reed Security. I could do that. I was Army Strong. Hell, I took down bad guys for a living. I could handle this sexy vixen. No problem. Except, she’s a little crazy. She thinks that there are ghosts on her property, and she has the men at Reed Security believing her too. But then I found out her history and it had me wondering….Was she really crazy?
I’ve never known who I really am. My family history has been contorted into something that I can only hope to unravel in my lifetime. But then I got a clue that led me to buy this creepy insane asylum. I was told there were answers here and I’m finding them, along with ghosts that still haunt this estate. There’s an upside, though. There’s a sexy man here to keep me company. But the closer I get to finding my answers, the closer I get to being locked up in the asylum myself.
I met my little pixie in a coffee house and we hit it off right away. That is, until she saw me shoot someone. But in my defense, they were coming to rob the coffee shop. Who does that? Now, I’ll do anything to get her back and make her realize that she’s mine. Kidnapping? I’m not too good for that. Getting shot? Play up the sympathy card. Marry her? You’re damn straight I will. Lay down my life for her? In a heartbeat. I would do anything for this woman and I will make her mine.
It was one non-date. We had coffee together. After we bumped into each other. It was more of a meet-cute than anything. It was fun until I realized how very naive I was. I mean, the man said that he had a gun on him and I laughed it off like an idiot. Who actually carries around a gun with them. Apparently, everyone from Reed Security. But I didn’t see that, and now I have a stalker. Not just any stalker though. This man takes everything to the extreme. But I can survive him. I will survive him. And when all is said and done, I’ll go back to my life and the boring men I date. Right?