One to Take

Excerpts, Teasers, Buy links, GIVEAWAYS, and MORE–> Here’s everything you need to know about my newest release, featuring Stuart & Mariska!



Design by Steven Novak, Novak Illustration
Model: Alfie Gordillo
Photography by Reggie Denching, R + M Photography


What Readers are saying about One to Take

“Tia Louise is the queen of hot romance. ONE TO TAKE is packed with humor, heartbreak, suspense, and a whole lot of sexy. Five Stars all day long!” -Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal Best-selling Author

“FIVE STARS: Another must read from Tia Louise!” -Kaylee Ryan, USA Today bestselling author

“FIVE STARS: The emotions, the feels, the very core of this book was electric! I couldn’t put it down!” –Author Groupies

“Beautifully broken when needed, hot and steamy as preferred, and imperfectly perfect as life for Stuart and Mariska should be!” –Goodreads review

“FIVE STARS: This book will transport readers to a magical place, a place of love and a place of healing. I swooned. I cried. I cried harder. I swooned some more. If you are looking for a romance that will touch your heart in every single possible way, ONE TO TAKE is the romance for you!.”–Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads

“FIVE STARS: Prepare your heart and hold on for a wild sexy ride!” –Goodreads review

“FIVE STARS: A story of the struggles and heartbreak… but also a wonderful story of belief, hope and love.” –Goodreads review

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By Tia Louise
(Stuart & Mariska)

A STAND-ALONE NOVEL in the “One to Hold” universe. Prepare for strong language, panty-melting sexy times, and heart-squeezing angst. Readers 18 and older only, please.

“A dream brought them together… A nightmare has the ability to tear them apart.” –Shayna Renee’s Spicy Reads

Stuart Knight is a wounded Marine turned Sexy Cowboy. Mariska Heron is the gypsy girl who stole his heart. Now they’re fighting for their Happily Ever After…

Life is never simple.
Even perfect couples face storms.
The question is whether our love is strong enough to survive.
I believe it is.

She told me to leave.
If I leave, I take her with me.
~Stuart Knight


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Playlist includes:
“Who I Am with You,” Chris Young
“God Made Girls,” RaeLynn
“Cowboy, Take Me Away,” Dixie Chicks
“I Will Never Let You Know,” Nashville Cast
“I Will Wait,” Mumford & Sons
“Let Him Fly,” Dixie Chicks
“Suffering,” The War on Drugs
“Believe,” Mumford & Sons
“You & I,” One Direction
“Love is War,” American Young
“Tenerife Sea,” Ed Sheeran





By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2016

~ Mariska~

When I open my eyes again the next morning, and I’m alone in bed, I’m pissed. Sitting up, I know what I have to do. I pull my hair around, over my shoulder and weave it into a thick braid then I throw back the covers and stomp over to the window. Still raining.

Going to the closet, I jerk it open, pulling out a bright red floral dress and pulling it over my head not bothering with a bra. It buttons up the front, but I only fasten the middle ones. I’ve had enough of this behavior.

Amy is sitting at the kitchen table when I emerge from the hall. “Hey, Mare! I want you to read my coffee grounds!”

“In a minute,” I grumble, going straight to the door and outside. Light rain gathers in little beads on my hair, making it look like I’m wearing a veil.

Into the barn, I scan the open space looking for Bill. As far as I can tell, the only person in the area with the horses is Stuart, just the man I’m looking for.

He’s in Ranger’s stall, and I go straight to the door, pull the latch, and go inside. He stands up slowly, a confused smile on his face, and it hits me so hard. He’s gorgeous in those loose jeans and that damn grey Henley I stole last year.

“Hey, babe—” but I don’t let him finish. I go straight to him and grab the front of my favorite shirt.

“I’m sick of it!” From the corner of my eye, I see Ranger’s ears lay back, but I don’t care.

Stuart’s brow lowers. “Sick of what?”

“Stop treating me like a fucking China doll!”


“No!” I push him, but he doesn’t move. The man is a wall of granite. “Before you knew, before I told you, when I was already twelve weeks pregnant, if I left you in the bed alone one morning… One! You were pissed!”

He’s fighting the urge to grin, but I won’t have it. I push against his arms and grab the front of his shirt, shoving it up his lined torso.

“What are you doing?” He tries to catch my hands, but I push his away.

“You’re going to fuck me right here and now in this stall.”

“What the…” He steps forward, past me to the door of the stall and looks out into the barn. “Where’s Amy?”

“She’s in the house having breakfast with your mom. I don’t know where Bill is.”

“He went into town,” Stuart says quietly before turning to face me.

“Then we’re alone.” My hands are on his waist, but I only get the top button of his jeans open before he catches them.

“Take it easy. We’re not doing this here.”

The tightness in my chest almost makes me scream. I’m breathing fast, and my whole body is on fire with fury and hormones and lust. “Stuart William! You’re the only man I’ve ever slept with!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he says, that sexy smile returning.

“You taught me how to make love—fierce and rough and demanding. I want you to love me like that now.”

I unfasten the buttons on my dress, allowing the front to fall apart, revealing my bare breasts heaving beneath. His expression darkens, and I see a glimmer of the old Stuart in his eyes.

He reaches out and catches my waist, pulling me hard against his chest. A flash of need spikes in my veins. “Yes,” I whisper. “Like that.”

The muscle in his jaw moves, and he looks away. “I can’t get off thinking I might hurt you.”

“You’ve never hurt me before.” Sliding my hands up his arms, I grip his biceps. “You’re hurting me by holding back.”

Reaching for his hand, I guide it down, pulling my skirt up so he can feel I’m not wearing panties, so he can feel how wet I am. “I want you. The real you.”

“Mariska,” he growls as his fingers curl against my sex.

Putting both hands on his face, I pull him to me and kiss him hard, parting his lips and pushing my tongue inside. At the same time, his fingers plunge into me, and a low moan scrapes from my throat.

I rise on my toes, chasing his lips, and he’s kissing me back with just as much passion, plundering my mouth. When I pull back, I nip his bottom lip with my teeth, and our eyes meet, burning with the fire I’ve been missing so long.

He takes my arm and turns me around, pushing me against the wooden side of the corral.

“Yes,” I gasp, clutching the wooden slats, arching my back as I brace against the wall. Cool air sweeps along my thighs and ass as he sweeps the flowing skirt away.

He studies my body as I hear his zipper lower. One large hand grips my hip, kneading my skin. “So beautiful.” His voice is rough and hungry.

“Please,” I whisper. I’m on fire, and I ache deeply for his rough touch.

At once I feel a stinging SLAP! against the soft skin of my behind followed by another kneading grip. The biting pain only spikes my desire.

“Oh god, yes,” I sigh. My legs tremble. Sparks of pleasure fizz in my veins, and waiting for him is almost painful. I moan as he slides his erection up and down my slick folds until finally, in one hard thrust, we both groan as he plunges inside.

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By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2016

~ Stuart ~

When we reach the clump of small trees near the bank, I leave Cheyenne’s reins loose on a scrub bush, but I have to tie Freckles to a branch. I don’t usually tie the horses, but she’s so flighty. I don’t want to have to tell Bill she ran away again—with all his tack.

Mariska takes off with a shriek. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

Freckles dances in place, but I can’t help a laugh as I watch my fiancée stripping off her top and tossing it aside followed quickly by her bra. Her black mini is next, and in a flash of golden skin and wild chestnut hair she cannonballs into the water, creating a huge splash.

Since I’m clearly the rotten egg in this scenario, I take my time removing my boots and hat and leaving them by the horses. I asked Winona to pack us a snack just in case, and I take the towel off the back of my saddle.

Leaving my shirt with my boots, I walk out onto the weathered wooden pier, collecting discarded items of clothing as I go. Mariska is in the center of the lake dog paddling around.

“It’s so warm!” she calls out. “It was like ice last winter.”

“It was probably about to freeze before the Chinook blew in.”

“What are you waiting for? Get in!” She swims toward the end of the pier and holds the posts as she waits.

I can’t help smiling down at her. Her face is glowing, and she’s so damn happy. What happened earlier today seems far away. “Give me a second.”

Shrugging out of my jeans, I toss them aside and do a shallow-dive into the warm water. Mariska is on me in a second.

“You went commando!” Her bare breasts pressing against my chest cause a definite rise down below.

“We’re on vacation.”

“I wish that worked with bras.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.” I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, watching her eyes darken.

Her slim hands cover mine, threading our fingers and pulling them away. “Hang on, I want to talk first.”

I do a little growl, wrapping our laced hands around her waist and drawing her flush against me. “Talk second.”

She giggles and chases my lips with hers. Our mouths unite and a little moan tells me all I need to know. Unfastening our fingers, I cup her ass, sliding her up over my waist, I position my head at her entrance, and in a stomach-tingling thrust, we’re together.

Sighs and moans are the only noise surrounding us. We rock together, her soft meeting my hard. In all my life, I’ve only had this with her. I’ve been with other women—some I remember better than others—but it’s not about that. It’s about us, how we complete each other.

I touch her, and she moans. I kiss that little spot behind her ear, and she shivers. She touches me, and my brow feels tight. I can’t think beyond needing her, possessing her, loving her, protecting her.

“Mariska,” I exhale through the pulses of my orgasm. Her slim hands hold my face as our mouths fuse together. Her knees are bent, legs tight around my waist, and I’m deep inside her.

She sighs, and I kiss her again, giving her tongue a suck. Her inner muscles clench, drawing another pulse from me, and I groan. We hold each other so close. Her soft breasts are crushed against my chest, and our bodies touch from face to chest to thigh.

Her lips taste like the fresh water of the lake. I hold her to me, thinking beneath her softness is our baby. The baby we made.

“I love you so much.” I almost sound angry, but shit, it’s only because I mean the words so fiercely.

She exhales a laugh, kissing my chin. “Always so serious. Have I told you how much I love you, my sexy Marine?”

I’m not sure the emotions in my chest can get any tighter. I don’t know the words for how I’m feeling. I’ve never been much for words. Action is what I’m about.

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