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What I Need except reveal, J Daniels

    From New York Times bestselling author, J. Daniels, comes a sexy new STANDALONE novel. Riley Tennyson has made a huge mistake. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Showing up to her brother’s wedding pissed off and newly single, Riley seeks comfort in solitude and an open bar, until the gorgeous and irresistibly charming CJ Tully makes her a better offer―a wild night with the master of smooth-talking where nothing is off limits. Riley does what any single woman would do, and a connection is made. One neither one of them can ignore. But when she comes home to the boyfriend she no longer thought she had, Riley buries her secret and begs CJ to do the same. Forget about each other. It was a mistake. That’s all it was… right? Desires are hidden. Distance is kept. Until one night CJ makes the ultimate sacrifice, and Riley can no longer avoid the man she can’t stop thinking about. Not with him sleeping down the hall…     PRE-ORDER NOWAMAZON US | AMAZON UK | iBOOKS | KOBO    “You Tully?” I jerk my chin at the guy standing at the security booth after he speaks, then throw a look of appreciation at the bouncer who led me over here before he steps away. “Name’s Mark. I’m running things tonight. It’s good to have you,” the guy says. We shake hands. “Yeah. Don’t mention it,” I reply. He looks around the venue and gestures. “Packed joint tonight. Shouldn’t get too crazy with this band and the crowd it’s bringing out, but we never wanna risk it. It’s good having backup.” “How many of us you got?” I ask him over the music when the band starts playing, leaning closer to hear his response. “You and another guy who’s already here. He’s hanging out up by the stage. Plus a bunch of our guys.” He hooks his thumb at the floor to ceiling windows along the front of the building, adding, “I got some uniforms on the street keeping that shit under control in case people get tossed out.” I nod, liking what I’m hearing. The Red Door isn’t the biggest venue I’ve worked security on, but it’s big enough. Managing this shit alone can present a challenge. And by the looks of it, it’s a sold out show. More eyes we got on the crowd, the better. “You run into any problems yet?” I ask. The guy shakes his head. “Nah. Just normal shit. People trying to sneak in their own booze,” he replies, glancing at the door where everyone is filing in. “Confiscated it. No issues. Everything else seems to be running smooth.” “Good,” I say when I meet his eyes. “I’ll keep near the back since the other guy’s covering the front. I’ll come to you if I run into any problems.” “Sounds good, man.” We exchange another hand shake, then I step away and move through the crowd. I stop near the center of the room and stay to the back like I said so I can have full view of the floor that’s packed with bodies, some keeping position and others moving away from me, pushing to get closer to the stage. Bringing my arms across my chest, I stand tall and do a sweep of the place. I’ve been here before so I know the layout. There’s a bar to the right of where I’m standing, stretching the length of the wall. Restrooms are behind me. Other than the hallway leading to the rooms behind the stage where bands hang out, there’s isn’t much that isn’t visible. Plus, it’s one level, standing room only, so I don’t gotta worry about another floor I need to cover. Should be an easy gig. I do shit like this on the side for the extra cash. Venues hosting concerts are always looking for cops who are willing to come out and beef up security. We stay in civilian clothes so we blend in, and unless I’m having to act on something, I typically get out without anyone knowing I’m a cop. Easy money. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. I look back to the dance floor. The lights are dimmed. Red and blue strobe lights positioned on the ceiling illuminate the crowd, along with the bright, white lights shining from the stage. Visibility is good. Another plus. I worked a few of these where it wasn’t and that only presented problems. But here, I can see faces. Can see other shit going on too if someone’s dumb enough to try something too. I anticipate it. Events like this always bring out some of the stupidest motherfuckers. Which is exactly why they like having us work these things. Security can only do so much. I’m three songs into the set when the beat picks up. The bass vibrates along the floor. I feel it pulsing in my feet. The faster rhythm stirs the crowd and shifts them around. More bodies gather and move closer to the stage, jumping up with their fists in the air and belting out lyrics, drawing people away from the bar. Others stay toward the back where there’s room to dance. That’s where I’m looking, and that’s where I see her. Blonde. I blink. My eyes refocus. Then I stare at waves the color of sand flowing down the back of a tiny thing swaying to the music. Shirt tied off at the waist. Lower back showing. Hips shaking in some tight as shit black jeans. Ass looking fucking incredible. Damn. She reaches above her, bends her elbows and rakes her fingers through her hair, lifting it off her neck as her body keeps moving in ways I feel straight in my cock, then after letting her arms drop, she looks toward the bar with eyes searching, giving me full view of her profile. My chest grows motherfucking tight. I blink again, thinking I’m seeing things. Riley Tennyson wets her lips. Fuck. I’m not seeing things. Jesus Christ. This is just what I need. Working this shit, needing to stay focused and eyes alert to all bodies in this room and now I know for damn sure that’s not gonna be happening, meaning this gig just went from easy to really fucking complicated. There’s only one body I’m interested in keeping eyes on and it’s the one making my dick hard. Motherfucker. Riley Tennyson is gonna fucking kill me. I pull in a deep breath, watching that sweet face get ripped out of view when Riley looks toward the stage again. She keeps dancing. Keeps shaking that perfect ass and swaying those perfect hips, fingers curling in and lifting those long waves again, also perfect. Every part of her. Every fucking inch. Perfection. And I’m not even considering what she’s got going on in the front. Shouldn’t even be considering it—we’re friends, she’s taken, and I’m not a fucking asshole—but that didn’t stop me all day when I couldn’t keep those spectacular tits off my mind, even going a step further into crazy when I shared that with her through a text. I need to quit now. Stop this shit. I can avoid it. I got options. Switch with the guy hanging up by the stage, hoping Riley keeps her location. Or fuck it. Just pull out of this gig all together. Make up some excuse. I don’t need the cash. I don’t need to be staring. I sure as fuck don’t need to be getting hard right now. I got options. Just need to pick one. Simple. Yeah… Real fucking simple. I breathe in deep again, letting it out slowly. And I do this staring at her. Only at her. And the more staring I do the more I start to notice, like how she seems to be out there dancing alone, not with another person or a group of friends she came with. People around her are keeping to themselves or appearing to be together, throwing their arms around each other or sharing looks. Acting friendly. Just not with her. Riley isn’t meeting anyone’s eyes. She’s not trying to talk to anyone. She’s in her own little world. She’s here alone. He made her come to this shit alone. Anger fills me. My jaw flexes while the muscles in my arms and shoulders start locking up. My choice of options just grew by one. Instead of charging through the crowd which, no lie, is exactly what I want to be doing right now, I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone. I shoot out a quick text. Me: Tell me he’s here. Lifting my eyes, I watch as Riley pauses mid ass-shake, slaps her back pocket, tugs out her phone and brings it in front of her. Her head tilts down, then a second later it’s lifting and she’s searching all around where she’s standing, peering around people and standing taller. She finds me when she finally twists around, head first and then body following. Her lips part. Her blue eyes go round, flames burning me up like they always do. Riley starts moving my way and my eyes lower, first to her mouth, watching the slow smile twist across it and take shape. She looks happy to see me. I shouldn’t put stock into that but I do. It’s what I want. Then my eyes keep dropping and I get full view of her tits. Her full, heavy, perfect fucking tits. Sitting high behind her tight white shirt and bouncing with her steps. Jesus Christ. My new friend has tits like that. And by the looks of it, she didn’t bother putting on a bra either. What the fuck did I do in a previous life to deserve this kind of torture? “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming to this,” Riley says all sweet sounding when she reaches me, stopping close and offering me a smile. Sweat gathers on her brow and in the hollow dip in her throat. She shoves her phone away and questions, “Why are you standing all the way back here? Don’t you wanna get closer so you can see the band?” “Working,” I tell her, lifting my eyes before I punch a hole through my jeans. I tuck my phone into my back pocket, adding, “Trust me. I can see plenty from where I’m standing.” Ain’t that the fucking truth. Riley blinks, then looks to my chest. “You’re not wearing your uniform,” she observes. I squint at her mouth. I got what she said, but I can barely hear her over the music. I don’t like that. I want to hear her. “Come on.” Grabbing her elbow, I pull Riley with me to the back corner of the room, stopping beside the hallway that leads to the restrooms and crowding the wall. It’s as far from the speakers as I can get her unless I take her outside, and I’m not sure I want to do that. Only `cause I know I’ll want to leave with her. Meaning I absolutely want to do that. Shoulder pressing to the wall, I release her elbow after tugging Riley close. I pull my arms across my chest. “Not typically something I wanna advertise when I’m staying undercover,” I say in response to her observation. “Oh.” She looks up at me, smiling and lifting her shoulders with a jerk. “Cool,” she says. I can see Riley better where we’re standing now. The hallway light is shining on her, making her skin glow. I look her over. She wearing more makeup than I’ve ever seen her in. Black lines her eyes and her lashes are darker. Thicker too. I like that. Her cheeks are flushed from the dancing she was doing. That combined with the whatever she’s got on her face is hiding her freckles from me. I don’t like that. But I don’t tell Riley. I keep looking. Red lips, full and shiny. Cock sucking lips. I know that from experience. Shit. Don’t go there. I focus on her eyes again. Blue and black, fading out to grey. Like a storm coming… “You totally still look like a cop,” Riley shares, jarring my focus. The corner of her mouth twitches. “You’re not fooling anyone, CJ Tully.” My brows raise. “Yeah?” She nods, laughing. “You look scary and pissed off. Smile a little.” I don’t smile. Not even when she amps hers up and gives it to me, pairing it with another soft giggle. I get straight to the point with her because getting off point with Riley is gonna lead to this shit getting even more complicated, and fuck, I’ve looked enough tonight to run the risk of major fucking complications. Plus, she’s laughing. Smiling. Looking like she’s thinking the same things I’m thinking. Get to the fucking point, Tully. “You gonna answer my question?” I ask. Her brow furrows. “What question?” “I asked you if he was here,” I remind her. “Oh.” Nodding, Riley looks behind her in the direction of the bar, then meets my eyes again. “Yeah, he went to get a drink. He doesn’t really want to be here. I kinda dragged him out.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why’d you need to drag him out?” Riley tilts her head. “Because… he doesn’t really want to be here?” she repeats slowly, looking puzzled. “I just told you. He doesn’t like The Killers.” “So?” “So?” “Yeah, babe. So.” She straightens her head, but her eyes narrow as if she’s thinking hard. “You’ve lost me,” she shares. “Forget it,” I mumble, looking away, knowing I got no business getting up in her shit the way I’m doing. I need to back off. “No. What? Tell me.” Riley reaches out and places her hand on my forearm. I look down and watch her black painted fingers wrap around and curl under. I feel them squeeze. Our eyes lock. “Tell me,” she pleads, looking close to begging for this. My blood starts running hot. Scorching. Hot. Fuck it. I’m getting up in her shit. “I’m here because I’m working for extra cash, not because I’m digging the music,” I share, staring into her eyes and seeing hers staring back, like what I’m revealing is something she needs to hear, not just something she’s curious about. “Don’t hate it. I listen to stuff like this on occasion but it ain’t something I’d pay money to see. That being said, my woman wants to come to a show like this, crowd this size, booze flowing, other shit possibly going on, she ain’t coming alone. No discussion needed. I could hate this music to the point it makes my fucking ears bleed and I’m still going with her.” “Why?” Riley asks. “To protect her?” “That.” I jerk my chin. “And `cause she’s mine and a real man can deal with shitty music for a few hours if it means putting in time with his woman.” Riley drags her teeth along her bottom lip. Her chest starts working harder, moving stricter with her breaths. I should stop now. The way she’s looking at me… I should stop. I don’t. “Saw you dancing and thought you were here alone,” I add, smirking. “Already hate that motherfucker for what he gets to touch every night. I thought I was gonna have to kill him.” Riley stares up at me. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. “Babe,” I probe. “You shouldn’t say that,” she says, face serious. Her hand squeezes tighter. She’s anxious now, maybe. Or pissed. I don’t know. I decide to ease her mind if it’s nerves getting to her. “I wouldn’t really kill him.” My smirk grows into a smile. “Mess him up though.” “No. Not that.” She shakes her head. “The other thing. What he gets to touch. You shouldn’t say that.” “It’s true.” “Even so. We’re friends. You shouldn’t say it.” I bend to get closer. “You might wanna take your hand off me if we’re friends, darlin’.”       J.Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the Dirty Deeds series. She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second. J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family. Sign up to receive her newsletter and get special offers and exclusive release info: http://authorjdaniels.com/newsletter/ Twitter | Instagram | Website | Facebook | Amazon Author Page |Goodreads | Reader’s Group    

Still you blog tour, Amy K McClung

Author: Amy K. McClungTitle: Still You (Trade Me Collection)Genre: Gay RomanceRelease Date: February 11, 2017Publisher: Hot Tree PublishingCover Artist: Soxsational Cover Art
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For Eden , life revolves around making sure his sister and niece are taken care of while building his landscaping business. Love certainly hasn’t been a priority. From the moment he meets his new client, his outlook on what’s important changes.

For Adam , the last two years have been spent helping his best friend, Maggie, grieve for her late husband while helping take care of her kids. Between his work at the hospital, and supporting his friend, finding time for himself has not been his priority. When Eden knocks on his door one summer morning, he knows life will never be the same.

Mistakes and misunderstandings are always difficult to navigate. Can Adam convince Eden he’s still the only man for him before it’s too late?


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Strolling back into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks as the sexy gardener stood in front of the window with his tank top raised enough to give a glimpse of his rock-hard abs. Fuck. The man was losing all the water in his body, and all I wanted to do was watch him wash the grime off and see water cascade over those taut fucking abs.
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, then opened the back door and whistled to get Eden’s attention. “Want some water, man? You look like you’ve lost yours.” Eden cocked his eyebrow at my rather lame joke. It made me wonder for a moment what his full name was. And I needed to tone back the immaturity a bit with him. Maggie and I acted like kids when we were together, but I didn’t want to look like a complete tool around this man.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. I usually keep a cooler in my truck, but I was running late this morning and forgot it.” He raised the bottle, and I watched with awe as he wrapped his beautiful pink lips around the opening, mesmerized as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he drank. Adam’s apple? Fuck yeah, I could totally claim him right now and devour him like a sweet, succulent apple. Damn. It’d been too long since I’d had sex.
Taking a look around at the work he’d done, I was amazed at how different the yard looked in comparison to the last time I tried to fix it up for Maggie. “I’m positive Mags is going to want you back. It looks amazing out here. Did you do that?” I pointed toward a birdbath in the yard, previously covered in filth with weeds grown all around it, now gleaming in the sun with fresh water and surrounded by tiny purple flowers.

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Amy McClung was born in Nashville, TN. She is the second oldest of four girls and occasionally suffers from middle-child syndrome. She met the love of her life online in August of 2004, on his birthday of all days, and married him in September 2005.

Currently they have no human children, only the room full of colourful robots that transform into vehicles and the large headed Pop Funkos who represent their favorite characters. Collecting movies, shot glasses, Pop Funkos, and dust bunnies are some of her favourite pastimes.

Amy began writing in September of 2011 and independently published her first YA novel, Cascades of Moonlight, Book one of the Parker Harris series the following May. Her first book was a means of therapy for her, enabling her to escape reality for a while during a difficult transition in her life.


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The Boxer release blitz, Piper Rayne

I voluntarily received an advance review copy of this book and chose to review it.

I thought this was a solid book. I liked Lucas but couldn't really connect with Tahlia. I don't feel like she had a lot going for her and some of her actions didn't really make sense with someone of her age and breeding. I liked the story but I felt it could've gone so much deeper. I feel like the emotions were muted when they could've been so much deeper.

A Boy like you preorder blast, Ginger Scott

A BOY LIKE YOUYA Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to release: March 3, 2017
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33543707-a-boy-like-you?from_search=true

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BLURB:They say everyone’s a superhero to someone. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to save, but I know who saved me.
We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death’s grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In ablink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe.
And then he disappeared.
Now I’m seventeen. I’m not a kid anymore. I haven’t been for years. While death didn’t take me that day, the things that happened left me withscars—the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that day—and every day since—has taken away my desire to dream.
I wasn’t going to have hope. I wouldn’t let myself wish. Those things—they weren’t for girls like me. That’s what I believed…until the new boy.
He’s nothing like the old boy. He’s taller and older. His hair is longer,and his body is lean—strong and ready for anything. I don’t feel sorry forhim. And sometimes, I hate him. He challenges me. From the moment I first saw him standing there on the baseball field, he pushed me—his eyesconstantly questioning, doubting…daring. Still, something about him—itfeels…familiar.
He says his name is Wes. But I can’t help but feel like he’s someone else.Someone from my past. Someone who’s come back to save me.
This time, though, he’s too late. Josselyn Winters, the girl he once knew,is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he can’t save me from myself.




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Cheater release blitz, Rachel Van Dyken

Cheater by Rachel Van Dyken is NOW LIVE!
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Blurb
Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.

But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.

Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.

Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love…


Excerpt

One night.
It was all I needed anyway, right? It’s not as if he was going to really commit to me, marry me, offer to impregnate me and father all our children.
“Are you sure about this, Avery?” He cupped my face with his rough hands. “You still have a choice. You can turn that cute ass around and march out that door—hell, you can even slam it on the way out. I’ll even let you keep the steak.”
“Are you offering me an out?”
He nodded.
“Do you offer that to every girl?”
Another nod.
“Do they ever take it?”
“Sometimes.”
“What do you want me to do?”
He paused. “You know, nobody has ever asked me that before.”
Probably because nobody cared about what else he had to offer besides what was dangling between his legs.
“I’m asking. Right now.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What does Thorn want?”
“You didn’t full-name me.”
“It seems to make you even more arrogant, God forbid.”
His grin made me weak, so weak that I had to hold on to him for strength. Funny how things come full circle. How he’d always been my rock.
Dependable.
Loving.
And now?
He held all the power. Lucas Thorn . . . could destroy me.
“Stay.” He brushed a soft kiss across my lower lip. “I want you to stay.”



About the Author:



Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Mr Popular release blitz, Nicole London

I voluntarily received an advanced review copy of this book and chose to review it.

I liked this story. Im a sucker for brother's best friends and this one was a good one, but I feel like I couldn't really connect with Mariah. She was awkward and I didn't get a very good understanding of her. 

I liked the flashbacks, even if it took me a while to figure out that was that they were, but I felt like the drama at the end could've been so much more. Mr Popular was a solid book but isn't one of my favourites.

Mister Wrong release blitz, Nicole Williams

I voluntarily received an advanced review copy of this book and chose to review it.

I liked the premise for this book. I completely loved Matt. Jacob is a tool. Maggie is great. But I felt something was missing and I'm not entirely sure what. I felt like everything was over so quick, which was good, but there was still something missing. Everything was there and was everything I wanted but I still wanted more, I'm just not sure what that was.

Cole release blitz, Tijan

I voluntarily received an advanced review copy and chose to review it.
I loved this book. I admit I wasn't a total fan of Carter, but Cole won me over. He's hot, he's intense, he dangerous, he's everything. But he's also soft, and vulnerable and he shows that to Addison who herself is both hard and soft. Cole was a beautiful story of healing, and mafia stuff, and love. Tijan has outdone herself with this, just simply brilliant.

Making changes blog tour, Lila Rose

"A buttload of laughs, sweet sentiments of love, and lots of steam!"Author: Lila RoseTitle: Making ChangesGenre: Romantic ComedyRelease Date: February 27, 2017Photographer: Wander Book ClubCover Designer: Amity CrossEditor: Hot Tree Editing Six years with my knight in shining armor.
Four years with my knight in dented armor
Two years with my knight in rusted armor
I, Makenzie Mayfair am leaving my husband.
This is my chance to begin again, to rip out my backbone and yell, “I’ve found it.” It may take time, it may take new friends, a job and even a jerk of a boss who is annoyingly handsome, but I will get there.
I’m determined to be who I want to be, and plan to have a whole heap of fun along the way. Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2lhcxBuAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/2kHMiAXAmazon AU: http://amzn.to/2lNtqRliBooks: http://apple.co/2lNpq3oKobo: http://bit.ly/2knQZ70Nook: http://bit.ly/2lHXZvE “You single?” Hudson asked suddenly.My cheeks pinked. “Y-yes, actually, no, ah, it’s complicated.” I sighed and noticed everyone was waiting for an answer. “All I’m willing to say is that I left my husband on Friday.”Hudson whistled and opened his mouth to presumably ask more, but Angelia smacked him in the back of the head. “No questions.” She turned to me and added, “Just putting this out there, all men suck. If you want to turn the other way and start looking at women”—she pointed to herself—“I get first dibs at your new sexual experience.”A quick flash of me licking a fish popped into my head. It was my turn to choke and cough on my food. “Um… I’ll think about it.”She threw her head back and laughed. “Joking. Not about me being gay, but I think we’d be better off as friends than lovers.”“I have a feeling she’ll always be a penis lover, Ang,” Ryan piped up and grinned, throwing a wink my way. “I’m good for a rebound.”My head jerked back. Had I been too long out of the dating game? I didn’t know it was normal for men to state their intentions straightaway.“Not all men are like these two,” Abby said as she threw a carrot at Ryan. “They’re just sex crazed.”Dara snorted, then laughed. “You should have seen your face though.” Grinning, I shook my head and went back to my food. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy lunch each day with my new colleagues. Even if they had bet on when I would leave.  Website ~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Amazon ~ Goodreads
I was born in Brisbane Australia, my step-dad was in the army which caused us to move around a lot. We finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. I am the youngest of four children and I can say that I was spoilt a bit. I drove my mum crazy when I refused to eat meat at a young age.
Now I live with my husband and two children, and I find myself regretting all the troubles I put my parents through because my monsters are just as picky as I was.
I started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC Club series, Holding Out. The next to follow was something different, I wrote Senseless Attraction, a YA novel. Soon, I was back to the Hawks series with number two, Climbing Out. I have more to write in the series, but there will be also be more novels in the humorous erotica genre, like Left to Chance.

A Boy like you preorder blitz, Ginger Scott

A BOY LIKE YOUYA Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to release: March 3, 2017
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33543707-a-boy-like-you?from_search=true

PREORDER:
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BLURB:They say everyone’s a superhero to someone. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to save, but I know who saved me.
We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death’s grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In ablink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe.
And then he disappeared.
Now I’m seventeen. I’m not a kid anymore. I haven’t been for years. While death didn’t take me that day, the things that happened left me withscars—the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that day—and every day since—has taken away my desire to dream.
I wasn’t going to have hope. I wouldn’t let myself wish. Those things—they weren’t for girls like me. That’s what I believed…until the new boy.
He’s nothing like the old boy. He’s taller and older. His hair is longer,and his body is lean—strong and ready for anything. I don’t feel sorry forhim. And sometimes, I hate him. He challenges me. From the moment I first saw him standing there on the baseball field, he pushed me—his eyesconstantly questioning, doubting…daring. Still, something about him—itfeels…familiar.
He says his name is Wes. But I can’t help but feel like he’s someone else.Someone from my past. Someone who’s come back to save me.
This time, though, he’s too late. Josselyn Winters, the girl he once knew,is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he can’t save me from myself.
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