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Title: dibs

Author: Allison Martine

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

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Not tonight, Olivia.

Olivia’s ex-husband shut her down so many times before the cheating bastard left her that Olivia lost count. She didn’t realize she’d also lost the ability to banter, interpret body language, or accept that a man could find her desirable. None of that should matter when she leaves for a two-week training for her new job with the Ranchers, an outdoorsy nonprofit, but when her co-worker adds ‘halter top’ and ‘bikini’ to the official pack list, she has no idea what to expect on this trip.

It certainly wasn’t a perky blonde roommate who thinks their training is like spring break, but with a paycheck. It wasn’t the after-hours hot tub. It absolutely wasn’t the man with a rumble for a laugh who shows up on her flight and introduces himself as the colleague she didn’t know would be her companion for the next two weeks.

When blondie calls dibs on that same colleague, Olivia just wants to stay out of her way, but her colleague has ideas of his own. Ideas which involve Olivia, the hot tub, and shared sips of bourbon.


“Did I miss anything tasty at dinner?”

His voice was low, both in volume, because the room was starting to fill up, and he wasn’t trying to be heard over a crowd, and in octave, because that’s just how he spoke, and there was absolutely nothing suggestive in what he said. Nothing at all. He probably couldn’t help how his lips looked while speaking. Lips have to move when you speak. It’s a scientific fact. Olivia banished the thought that the only thing she missed at dinner that she thought was tasty was Adam.

“Nope,” she said instead, telling herself to think of lavender fields and Dolores’s cackle and anything but Adam’s face, entirely too close to her own.

“Did you save me some dessert?” he wrote. She blanched. She wanted to look at his face, try to read his expression. It probably would make it worse.

“You didn’t ask,” she scribbled, “or I’d have snuck out an ice cream cone in my pocket.”

There. That wasn’t suggestive. It was plainly silly. Right? Crap, she didn’t know how to do banter anymore. Didn’tknow what was funny and what crossed the line. Where the heck was that line anyway? She was afraid Adam had moved it while she wasn’t looking.

A low rumble indicated he’d found humor in her suggestion. There. That wasn’t so hard. She just needed to keep her mind out of the gutter. For the next two weeks.

The last hour crept by wearing steel toed boots. Olivia didn’t want to be that kid, staring at the clock, but she had zero interest in the later exploits of Sir Hilary Hyrum Robards, no matter how illustrious they might have been. Near the end of the hour, Adam scrawled, “hot tub?”

She knew what he meant. He had to know the snacks and copious amounts of booze were for the afterparty, and the afterparty was at the hot tub.

“Lorrie got you bourbon,” she wrote. He looked at her, raised his eyebrows. He didn’t need the question mark. “Eddie’s idea.”

“Good bourbon?” he asked. She gave the slightest hint of a shrug.

“Wouldn’t know,” she scrawled.

“If it’s good, I’ll give you a sip of mine.”

That settled it. He was going. She was expected to join him.

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Author Biography

An Orange County, California (almost) native, Allison studied at the University of California, San Diego, and obtained her Juris Doctorate from Pepperdine University School of Law. She practiced as an attorney for nearly a decade. Allison now writes literary science fiction as “A.M. Hubbard” and romance as “Allison Martine.” She’s been interviewed by podcasts around the globe, contributed to various writing blogs, and regularly co-hosts the video podcast, Vox Vomitus, which goes live each Wednesday. Replays can be found on most platforms including YouTube and spotify.

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Title: Since September

Author: Allison Martine

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

Book Blurb

Most brides dream of planning every last detail of their wedding. Not Olivia Markham. She’d been down the aisle once already and regretted that decision, along with every other judgment call connected with her unfaithful ex. But she also never planned on falling for Adam Burkhardt, who proposed sooner than anyone could have guessed.

So when Adam suggests letting their mothers suss out the particulars for their big day, Olivia agrees, hoping it will assuage their mothers’ trepidation towards their upcoming union. She even relents to having a bachelorette weekend, for the sake of her friends.

Olivia shall endure more nuptial nonsense and play bride once again.

They should have eloped.


“Out, now,” he said, unbuckling her, then coming around quickly in the rain to use his body as a shield against the weather as they both ran for the motel lobby.

The look on the motel clerk’s face was unimpressed by the two muddy Ranchers standing in the lobby, but more impressed by Adam’s credit card. Adam thanked the clerk for the room key—an actual key, of all things—and led Olivia to a room on the ground floor, thankfully under an overhang the whole way.

He opened the door, pulling Olivia inside, closing the door and then the curtains to the little shabby room.

She gasped as he started peeling her out of the ruin of her uniform, starting with her shirt but then remembering he had to get her out of her muddy boots, too. He kneeled before her, untying her laces and gently helping her out of one shoe, then the other.

“All our clothes are in the car, Adam,” she reminded him.

“I’ll get them later,” he promised, “even if I have to get them


She laughed, leaning on one of his shoulders as he peeled her plush but now squishy socks off her feet. She shivered from the cold, from his hands against her skin, and he began sliding her Rancher belt off so he could get to the fly underneath.

“They don’t make this an easy uniform to get in and out of,” he complained.

“I don’t think that was one of the design goals,” she agreed, her own fingers working on the buttons to his shirt. He had a white tank beneath his uniform shirt, and it was only slightly damp. She was careful to remove it from him without getting it against any of the muddy castoffs, setting it aside on a different chair. She figured it might be the only thing he’d have clean enough to slide on later, just long enough to get their bags from the car for something clean. It was that or a towel.