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Series:
A Hard Love Romance
Genre:
Rom-Com, Erotica
Release
Date: October 30th
2017
BLURB:
My
name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met
a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely
whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my
knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay,
because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me
that I can’t explain.
This
temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used
to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it.
I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.
The
only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That
theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.
I…just…want…her.
I’m so screwed.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR:
Monica James spent her youth
devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily
Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica
is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance
between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent
stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her
inspiration from life.
She is a bestselling author in
the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.
Monica James resides in
Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of
animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss,
and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
AUTHOR
LINKS:
Facebook:
facebook.com/authormonicajames
Twitter:
twitter.com/monicajames81
Goodreads:
goodreads.com/MonicaJames
Instagram:
@MonicaJames
Website:
monicajamesbooks.blogspot.com.au
EXCERPT:
Something
is happening and I have no idea what. Mary’s eyes drop to my lips
before she uneasily licks hers. Her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils,
and heavy breathing all point to one thing—but that’s not
possible. This woman hates me, all delicious, lithe five-foot-four of
her wants me dead.
So
why is she not slapping my cheeks and calling me a dirty manwhore
when I inch closer to her lips? And why am I not slamming on the
brakes because I don’t kiss—ever, but that rule seems to be
obsolete when the supplest pair of lips are a hairs breadth away?
I’m
rolling in her perfume. Slathering it all over my body and inhaling
it like a new drug. She is all goddess, and if I don’t touch her,
I’m going to explode.
Placing
my palm to her cheek, we both moan at the contact, and when she parts
those lips, I’m as good as gone. “Hunter, wh-what are you doing?”
My
name has never sounded sweeter. “Shortcake, I don’t know…you
tell me.” The ball is in her court. I’m liquefying and my brain
turned to mush about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m in no state to be
the one calling the shots.
“I…I…”
she fumbles, never breaking eye contact.
“You
what?” I ask, tugging at the lobe of her ear, before tracing my
pointer down her throat. Her pulse is hammering, a sure sign she’s
about to either surrender, or flee.
“I…oh
god,” she whimpers, biting her lip when I work my finger back up
and paint over her jawline in a slow sweep.
“You
have three seconds…three seconds to stop me before I part those
lips with my tongue, and I won’t be gentle about it.”
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