Love Kinection
Jennifer James
Love,
romance, hearts, flowers ,cupid…. Rubbish.
Abby Fine still hasn’t gotten over the pain
of a year-old betrayal and plans to spend this Valentine’s Day drowning her
sorrows with a ménage of men named Ben, Jerry, and Riesling.
Her plans are diverted when she drops and
breaks her new iPhone and gives in to a momentary hormone surge, agreeing to
let office hottie and tech god Tom Walker squirm his way into her condo to fix
it.
Tom shows up with his Xbox, spicy Chinese
food, and a habit of stealing kisses every time she lets her guard down.
Can a weekend of laughter, videogames, and
movies change Abby’s opinion of stupid Cupid?
About
the Author:
For a girl whose first book was called “The
Scariest Forest Ever,” the jump to romance may seem to be a far one. But a love
of happy endings and the stories she kept making up in her head for strangers
on the street lead to an unhealthy amount of time spent behind the keyboard
typing away and giggling mischievously over sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and
healthy sprinklings of geek humor.
With time split between a day job staring
at teeth, two little girls, college courses, workaholic husband, and too many
voices in her head, Jennifer still finds time to sneak off and devour all the
books she can find – even if it means hiding in the closet to read them.
She insists on her jokes being dirty,
drinks spiked, and tattoos placed in intriguing, muscular places you can only
find when the clothes come off.
Excerpt:
His hands crossed the gap between our
bodies and rested on my hips. Backing
away would be the smart thing to do. But hope filled my belly he’d kiss me
again. The stupid part of my brain had taken control again, and I didn’t fight
it. I wanted a real kiss. “So if you are in fact the geekier geek, what do I
get as a forfeit?” he asked.
The shadow of stubble covered his chin and
his upper lip, ran up to the short sideburns he wore. His ears begged to be
nibbled on. What would that stubble feel like brushed against my skin?
Dangerous thoughts, especially since my hands had somehow ended up on his waist
and my fingers clenched his shirt. I looked at his arms, still surprised by the
size of muscles when they flexed. If the biceps were any indicator of the body
hidden under the cloth, it broke the mold of a stereotypical geek’s.
“Forfeit?”
“Yeah. You know, like a prize.”
“I think you already got a forfeit. You got
to see me naked.” And all I’ve gotten is a few stolen kisses.
“That was an accident.” He grew hard
against my belly. It pleased me to wonder what direction his thoughts had gone.
I wondered if ice cream intoxication existed. “How about sex in my truck?”
“No. Car sex isn’t really comfortable. And
who said anything about sex?”
“A man can hope. Besides, I know you’ve
thought about it.”
“Have not.”
“Have, too.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He shook his head. “I promised to behave.
You kiss me.”
Great excerpt.
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ReplyDeleteNice blurb and excerpt. It sounds like a fun read. :)
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