Zander and Alyssa are back in Keep That Same Energy! I haven't written a St. Claire update story in a while, but here it is, readers! If you thought Alyssa was in love with Zander before, (while reading Just Being Us and Zander) wait until you read this book!
Going forward, I want to do update stories on all of the St. Claire couples, but the reason I did this one right now is that the story is still fresh in my mind. Anyway, I can't wait for you to read it. The chemistry between Zander and Alyssa is fire. Please note, if you're new to the St. Claire Series, each book tells the individual story of one of the brothers, half brothers or cousins. You can read them in any order you choose, but for the reading order by release date, visit the St. Claire Series Page.
If you would like to read Keep That Same Energy, you MUST read Just Being Us: The Prequel to Zander and Zander (A St. Claire Novel) first. Here's a short excerpt of Keep That Same Energy.
<<<Excerpt (Lizzie's Perspective)>>>
To get his attention, I say, “I must be seeing things.”
He turns around, smiles, and I swear my legs immediately go weak. Every nerve ending in my body tingles, flickers and burns with awareness. I know I should be used to this – with him being my best friend and all for over a decade – but I’m not. Zander, who is now my husband, is the culmination of everything I desire. He’s the answer to all I’ve ever wanted in a man. It’s always been him and only him.
“Welcome home, baby.”
My temperature rises. Maybe it’s the stove. Maybe it’s him.
Most likely, it’s him.
He says, “And no, you’re not seeing things. I’m cooking for my wife. I know you’ve had a long day and I’m here to make it better. Now, come over here and give your man some love, girl.”
My man. I like the sound of that.
I walk over to him. He handles the rest, circling his sinewy arms around me and squeezing so hard, I think I may need an oxygen tank. It’s worth not breathing to feel this good. This loved.
He releases me, then takes a kiss. It’s not one of those kisses in passing. He goes for a deep one – one that has me tasting the food he’s been sampling while he cooked. The taste of brown gravy lingers on my tongue, and it sure is good. For a second, I think about taking a bite of him.
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