Releasing on October 11, 2016:
If you look up British in the dictionary…A-list celebrity Jamie Jaymeson’s name would be next to it. Along with charming, witty, man-whore, and a lot of other adjectives that he wouldn’t appreciate being attached to his name.
He has everything in the world going for him.
Until fate decides his number’s finally up.
Caught in a compromising position that really wasn’t his fault to begin with (really it wasn’t)—Jaymeson’s been told by his agent to lay low in the one town he swore he’d never return to—the seventh circle of hell, known by its residents as Seaside, Oregon.
Two months? He can do anything for two months. Especially if it means getting a part in the new book-to-movie series that has girls all over the world swooning.
Play nice? Keep it in his pants? Please. He played an alien once—he was going to totally rock it.
Until a certain someone who he may or may not have publicly humiliated—rejected, then humiliated again, suddenly pops up next door.
Self control has a way of flying out the window when the one girl you can’t have—is suddenly dangled right in front of you.
But Priscilla isn’t just off limits—she’s a pastor’s daughter and barely legal to boot. So Jaymeson does the one thing he swore he’d never do—he tries to be friends. With a woman.
Only, it’s exactly what he needs.
Until suddenly, he craves more.
He wants to date her.
She wants to date someone else.
He wants to kiss her.
She asks him to give her lessons for her new boyfriend.
When opposites attract, sometimes the only option you have is to leap—and trust the fact that when you fall—that special someone falls too.
“Are you alright?” A voice jolted me out of my hell.
“Shit!” The cup tipped off the table; I barely caught it with my left hand. Heart racing, I glared at Pris. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Mugs don’t kill. Guns do.” She grinned.
“Cute, you should put that on a t-shirt,” I mumbled.
“Maybe I will.” Her voice was light, teasing. Why the hell wasn’t she in bed?
Bed. Bed. Bed. Sex. Shit. Bloody. Freaking. Hell.
My eyes scanned her half-naked body. She was wearing my boxers. Mine. Something that had once been against my skin was now touching hers. I’d probably never wash those boxers, I’d still be eighty and sleeping with them under my pillow telling myself that I made the right choice in leaving her behind, in keeping my heart closed in a cage where it belonged.
“Are you okay?” Pris took a tentative step toward me, her hand reaching out, making a beeline for my arm.
Her fingers grazed my skin.
I jerked back. “Uh, yeah.” Laughing, I grabbed an extra cup. “I just couldn’t fall asleep so I thought I’d make some tea.”
“Tea?” Her eyebrows rose. “How very proper.”
“That’s me,” I said dryly. “All…” My eyes raked over her muscular legs. “…proper.”
Clearing her throat, she stepped around me and grabbed the tea that I’d been holding onto like a lifeline. The way I figured, was if I was keeping my hands occupied then I wouldn’t be touching her. I wouldn’t be forcing myself on her, right? If I was touching tea I wouldn’t be touching tits.
I think I just made it worse.
Because my eyes naturally went to her chest, then snapped away like I was a fifth grader with his very first crush.
“So…” Pris ignored my jerky movements. She probably thought I was about ready to piss my pants or something. Ants in the pants, ants in the pants! Yes. I was officially reverting back to my childhood.
Trauma does that to a person.
So does delirium.
That’s what I was experiencing, because, dear God, she had vanilla-scented skin. I leaned toward her, my head turning into her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Checking.” I cleared my throat and stepped away.
Yes. I’d just said bed bugs. I just officially ruined the mood and gave men everywhere a bad name.
“Eww!” She jumped into the air. “You have bed bugs?”
“No!” I yelled. “Of course not! But one should always be careful when one is staying…” I waved my hand into the air. “…abroad.”
“Stop saying one,” she snapped.
Shaking her head, she put a tea bag in each mug. The kettle whistled, prompting her to fill the mugs with the steaming water. I let her do it. My mind had left me and I knew my body was next to go — next in the very long line of betrayal. I figured if I touched the kettle I’d somehow find a way to burn my nether parts off. Because really, that’s just the type of night I was having.
“Here.” Pris thrust the mug into my hand, setting hers on the counter to cool, then jumped up and sat so she was at eye level with me. “I’m sorry you can’t sleep. Is there anything I can do?”
Yeah. She could stop — just stop — breathing so effing close to me.
Wait, did that mean I wanted her to die?
Shit. I was turning into a serial killer.
“No,” I croaked. “It happens sometimes.” I blew across the mug. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“You didn’t.” She picked up her mug and lifted it to her lips pausing before taking a sip. “I fell asleep right away, and then, I don’t know, I guess my body wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. I woke up and heard you rummaging around in the kitchen.”
I winced. “Sorry. I tried to be quiet.”
“Jamie Jaymeson being quiet. You let me know when you discover you have that particular talent.”
With a laugh I clinked my mug to hers. “Cheers.”
Pris took a sip then jerked the cup back. “Ouch.”
“What?” I set my mug down and reached for hers, setting it next to mine.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal I think I just burnt my lip.”
“Let me see.” I stood in between her legs and braced either side of her face with my hands.
In hindsight… that was where I went wrong.
I knew I was struggling — I should have never touched her. I should have left her alone. I should have taken a step away instead of forward.
“Your lips look…” Incredible. Delicious. Plump. “Unharmed.” I inwardly groaned.
“Good.” Her answer was low, hypnotic, her tongue reached out and licked her lower lip.
And my body took the bait.
With a moan I crushed my mouth against hers and lifted her body against mine.
Her arms went around my neck as I devoured her lips — they tasted so sweet. Her body was hot, it slid against mine. My reaction was so violent I almost dropped her onto the floor.
Pris’s tongue pushed into my mouth. Damn, the girl was aggressive. I loved it. Smiling against her mouth I bit down on her lip and let her taste me, let her explore as my hands moved to her hips, setting her feet on the floor as I still held her body against mine.
Slowly, I slid my hands underneath her shirt, and lifted, the friction of my hands against her skin made me dizzy. Pris wasn’t just my obsession — she was my damn downfall. She made me feel weak, like I was drowning but I didn’t want to be saved. For the first time, I wanted to pull someone else down with me. And stay there.
Her breath hitched as my hands reached her bra.
She pulled back, slightly.
But it was enough for my brain to function on a logical level. I wanted to give her all of myself — but I had absolutely nothing to give her.
The math didn’t make sense.
I’d give her all I had — which was nothing.
And she’d give me everything.
“Pris,” I murmured against her mouth. “I’m sorry.” I stepped back, still gripping her wrists. “That shouldn’t have happened. It’s late and—”
“—what?” She jerked away from me, rubbing one wrist with her other hand.
“No, don’t be mad. Please.” Why did I feel like getting on my knees and begging?
“I wouldn’t survive it if you said you hated me right now. I know it’s what I deserve. I know I’m an ass. I’m a whore. I’m all those things, but please, please don’t say this changes anything. I can’t…” Dammit. “I can’t lose you, Pris. You’re the only real friend I’ve had.”
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Greed is a strange, strange sin.
All you want to do is acquire. Acquire money, acquire material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running mantra is “I want, I want, I want” but that quickly turns to “I need, I need, I need.” Suddenly there just isn’t enough time for friends, for family, for anyone. Your goal is to acquire and to make sure what you acquire stays acquired. Your life depends on it. You don’t see truth because the truth is shadowed by enormous homes, incredibly fast cars, in lavish spending. Your life no longer belongs to you, but you are blind to it all because those around you are seeking the same.
So you shuffle along at an impossible rate, and you pass the real world around you.
But what you’ll come to realize, altogether too late, is that it’s never enough. It’s simply never enough.
“It’s confirmed. Peter Knight of Evergreen won’t approve the acquisition. You know what to do,” my snake of a father told me, not two steps into his front door.
“I just got off a seven-hour flight. You can’t let me settle in? Possibly say hello?”
He stood, watching me, a slight tick in his square jaw. He tucked his hands into his Italian silk pants. His six-foot frame followed the steps up to the foyer and stopped a few inches away from my own. We were face to face. Although I fell an inch shorter, he no longer intimidated me. I knew if I had to, I could kick his ass.
“Hello, Spencer,” he said, a serpent’s smile spread wide across his mouth before falling flat. “Get to work. I don’t pay you to sit around. I don’t care if it is your Christmas break.”
We stayed where we were, each waiting on the other to back down. The tension was palpable. In the end, his face relaxed and he began to chuckle, stepping aside and making way for me. I picked up my bags and headed for my room, giving myself plenty of space to pass him without touching him. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I changed my mind and threw my bags on the second to last step, intending to pick them up later. I stretched my muscles, loving the feel of my back popping, and started for the kitchen.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked, still standing in the foyer, watching my every move.
“If I don’t say hi to Mom and Bridge, they’ll think something’s up,” I told him and continued on.
He didn’t respond, but I felt his stare burning into the back of my head.
Title: Better (Too Good #2)
Author: S. Walden
Expected Release: November 19, 2013
Hosted By: Romance Addict Book Blog
Their relationship has been exposed, and now their lives are changed forever.
For Cadence Miller, the fast track to adulthood proves intimidating and frustrating. She’s a little girl lost—abandoned by her parents and uncertain of her future. She doesn’t think she “fits” anywhere. She’s eighteen. She wants to be older. And the result is both comical and heartbreaking.
Mark Connelly will do anything to provide Cadence a stable, loving home—to be her protector. But he’s just as broken and lost, and his heart won’t let go of his past so easily. He knows he must share his secret with Cadence. And he hopes his revelation won’t tear them apart. He hopes it will draw them closer, and make their love better.
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S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. Her dreams include raising chickens and owning and operating a beachside inn on the Gulf Coast (chickens included). When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about it.
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She made sure to look as inconspicuous as possible for her first day of classes: jean shorts, tank top, flip flops. She kept her hair down but pulled it off her face with a headband. She wore a tad bit of makeup. Nothing showy, but she thought first day classes warranted mascara and lip gloss, at the least.
She slid into a seat in the row closest to the windows. She didn’t bother to look for Michael. Or save him a seat. She still wasn’t sure about that guy. She felt guilty for not telling Mark about Michael’s kissing comment. She wanted a friend, but she was unsure if he was a good one. She scanned the room for somebody better. She needed a girlfriend. And there was one sitting directly behind her.
“Hi,” Cadence said tentatively.
“Hi,” the girl replied.
Cadence wasn’t sure what else to say. Neither was the girl. That was until she recognized Cadence.
“You went to Crestview High.”
Cadence’s face fell. “Yeah.”
“My friend went there. She graduated with you.”
The girl leaned in and whispered, “Did you really have an affair with your math teacher?”
Title: Blue Love
Author: MJ Fields
Hosted By: Romance Addict Book Blog
In this New Adult / College, Coming of Age story Tessa Ross tries to fight her attraction to bad boy Lucas Links. He is hot, arrogant, and has a sexual past that most boys his age could only dream of, (If they even knew they could dream of such things).
Lucas, the star quarterback seems to have it all, super star athletic abilities, expensive clothes, cars, and women who literally stop just to watch him walk by. On the outside he appears to have it all.
Tessa is a young woman who lives her life always doing what is right to make everyone else happy. She tries desperately to hold herself accountable to the demanding expectations of her family and everyone around her.
Is Tessa as innocent as she appears? Is Lucas just a spoiled young man who seems to have what every male, and female wants?
If you Love an emotional story that is full of spicy hot goodness. If you Love to follow a story from beginning until the bitter sweet end. If you are often left wondering what happened next… get your tissues and lip balm ready you are in for the read of your life.
As we all know, you should never judge a book by it’s cover.
Blue Love is a classic sweet and emotional Young Adult story, filled with drama, tenderness and some steamy love scenes. Tessa’s family is having problems at home, she just wants to have a great school year and Lucas is the handsome, star football player. She does not immediately fall all over him. Unfortunately, he has a sad home life but when he meets Tessa, he immediately likes her.
Ms. Fields has written an authentic teenage story, with a girl dealing with her first love, hormones, family problems and mean girls. Will Tessa stay with Lucas, or push him away? Will Lucas do something to screw up their relationship? Can he do the right thing? There are lots of supporting characters here who I loved and who add a lot to this story. I also loved the sweet yet very hot relationship between Tessa and Lucas. There are some very touching parts of this story, and the dialogue between the teen characters has a genuine authenticity to it. The ending suprised me in a good way, and it looks like there will be several more stories about this group of characters!
Overall I recommend this book for anyone who likes a YA story filled with first love, angst, tenderness and emotion.
I am a very new self published writer. I will tell you I have always had a very vivid imagination. Starting at age 3 (as it states in my Baby Book).
Sigma was my very first love (imaginary boyfriend). He lived about fifteen miles from my childhood home, (a farm). I took him chicken noodle soup every night on one of our families snowmobiles, (Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring). Apparently he was very ill and “Thank God” I was able to take care of him.
Next was my very first self publishing gig. At eight my cousins and I (and yes I was the president) wrote a newsletter and sold it to our family members.
Years later I decided to put it back into print to entertain my cousin as she was on an aircraft carrier on 9/11 (Kick ass cousin BTW) and very far away from home during a very scary time for our country, (protecting our butts).
Fast forward to 2012. I read 50 shades and thought, I can do that, (meaning writing). I have two complete series The Love Series, and Wrapped. I have two new series Burning Souls and Men of Steel. Ten books in 13 months. CrAzY and wonderful.
I love love! ( I would love to reference Pinks new song here, however I am not sure if that would cause copyright issues.)I also tend to enjoy watching people grow and change with self realization and moments of clarity that just sneak up behind you and smack you in the head. I love people and have always been able to see both sides of a story. Each person that comes into our life leaves us with something it is what we choose to do with it that helps us grow.
I live in central New York in the middle of nowhere and am surrounded by family and friend most the time. I run a small business out of my home and spend time reading and doing the typical Mommy things. Our house is full of pets and friends and noise ninety percent of the time, and I would have it no other way.
I love people,music, laughter, hugs, and books.
Title: Grab Your Pole Series
Author: Jenn Cooksey
Age Group: Mature YA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours
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About the Books
Shark Bait: Previously homeschooled Camie Ramsey is being shoved into the shark-infested waters of public high school, where even helium filled, penguin bespeckled arm floaties likely won’t help keep her inexperienced, fifteen-year old head above water in that rip current of hormones and emotions.
Camie’s worldly wisdom might be severely lacking (i.e., the closest she’s come to being kissed was sitting too close to the TV whilst Jake Ryan leaned in to give Samantha that fateful 16th birthday kiss), but she does understand her only hope for survival is if she’s thrown some kind of “social” life preserver before she sinks like a freaking rock. However, what will her fate be when she endeavors to flag down the only lifeguard on duty, the enormously popular and ridiculously beautiful Tristan Daniels? The most sought after and virtually most unattainable guy in school who not only makes Camie’s heart flatline on a recurring basis, he’s also the one guy who seemingly doesn’t know she exists. Feeling like an inept piece of chum that could ultimately be swallowed by Jaws, can Camie get Tristan to rescue her from floundering in the treacherous deep, or is she destined to be Shark Bait?
The Other Fish in the Sea: In Shark Bait, readers everywhere met and fell in love with the new girl, Camie Ramsey, and swooned over her sure to be future husband, Tristan Daniels. Now, in the long awaited second installment of the Grab Your Pole series by Jenn Cooksey, The Other Fish in the Sea, Camie and Tristan are back, but so are their friends! So, find a breathing apparatus and shimmy into your scuba gear, because it’s finally time to dive deeper into the lives of the GYP gang, but be warned, it’s a big world out there and an even bigger ocean where danger might be lurking around the next corner and realistically, anything could happen.
Shark Out of Water: With the Amazon Bestseller Shark Bait, the first novel in the Grab Your Pole series, debut author Jenn Cooksey delivered a fun, snarky, and realistic beginning to a larger story that has found its way into the hearts of readers everywhere. Thus, many were unprepared for what was coming in the second installment of the GYP series, The Other Fish in the Sea, when Cooksey took us on a runaway roller coaster ride of emotion and solidly landed hit after hit, including a brutal sucker punch that left readers around the globe reeling. In Shark Out of Water, the highly anticipated third installment in this humorous yet honest and real coming of age story, we delve even further into the lives of the GYP gang and many questions are sure to be answered, however, are you really ready for what lies ahead in the continuation of their adventure? Well, grab your pole and let’s find out.
MY REVIEW OF SHARK BAIT:
Shark Bait had been on my TBR list for a while so I was thrilled to be able to join the blog tour for this amazing book. This book is one of the funniest, wittiest, most realistic portrayals of high school I have ever read! Jenn Cooksey has a wicked and sharp sense of humor that she puts to perfect use and I absolutely loved her use of TV, movie and music references! Being a total movie nerd, I loved the references to some of my favorite John Hughes movies.
Camie is a totally relatable teen who is the new girl in school due to the fact that she and her younger sister Jillian (a great character, by the way) were homeschooled. Camie’s inner dialogue is hilarious and I also loved the dialogue between all of the other characters in the book.
Camie’s “future husband” (only he doesn’t know it yet) Tristan is the resident hunk at school and at first seems totally unattainable. I loved the way in which their relationship developed and their scenes together are hot, sweet and funny all at the same time.
Shark Bait is not a sugary sweet teen romance book. It is sharp, wickedly funny, sarcastic and touching all at once. And Tristan? Yes, please! Smart, sexy, and yes, decent, he is totally swoon worthy and lovable. And I loved his relationship with his family! Another surprise from the author.
I read lots of different genres and I can say that this is one of my favorite mature YA books ever. I loved Jenn Cooksey’s writing style and and I am looking forward to finishing this series!
About the Author
Jenn Cooksey is a Southern California girl born and bred, however she’s no longer a resident of heaven on earth, but instead she currently resides in the 7th Ring of Hell with her husband, their three daughters, and a goodly number of pets. Aside from her husband, one cat, and three out of five fish, everyone living under the Cooksey’s roof is female. She’s sure her husband will not only be awarded sainthood when he kicks the bucket, but that Jesus will welcome him into heaven with a beer and a congratulatory high-five. Jenn is also of the belief that Bacon should be capitalized and that just being yourself is the best way to go. That is, unless you can be Batman. Always be Batman.
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~3 ebooks-Choice of Shark Bait, The Other Fish in the Sea, or Shark Out of Water
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In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.
One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
*This is our story of a maybe ever after.*
He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future.
I couldn’t even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
But it was also that feeling.
The feeling of falling.
“HO. LEE. SHIT.
I feel sorry for all the girls in the world that never get to experience a Jake Andrews at least once in their lifetime.” – Mikayla
So do I! What started off for me as a classic Young Adult book became much, much more! (Jake Andrews, where have you been all my life?) This story is both very sweet and very, very hot, which I love. Mikayla is not only faced with heartbreak very early on in this story, but she is also faced with an unspeakable tragedy. To the rescue comes the hot Jake Andrews, who is actually a really, really great guy underneath all that baseball-playing hotness. And he’s funny, too. Mikayla has moments of humor, too, which totally works to lighten up the darker parts of this story.
Jake and Mikayla have some very explicit sessions together but they do not take their relationship past a certain point throughout much of the story. But it actually works! The tension between the two characters keeps the story moving forward and kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next:
“The sexual tension between Jake and I is off the charts. I’m actually scared I might combust any second. No joke.” – Mikayla
They both want to be more, they want it all. I loved this story and loved the author’s writing style. There’s drama, humor, lots of sexual tension, plenty of sexy times, and a great story line. Highly recommended for anyone who loves a hot young adult story.
“It’s a small touch, our skin only lightly grazing, but it feels so intimate, like we’re more than what we are. I know I want to be. I want to be more than this.” – Jake
I’m being a dick, and not concentrating on what I’m doing, and I think I end up putting the wrong weights on the bar because when I go to press them, I can’t, and I’m fucking struggling to get the bar off my chest.
“Woah.” I hear, as someone comes to spot me and get the bar back on the rack.
James. Of course it is.
“You all right, man?” he asks.
“I’m fine, asshole,” I spit out.
He’s taken aback for a second, before he removes his earphones and starts winding them around his iPod, like he’s ready to have a long conversation.
Great, just what I fucking need.
“I uh,” he clears his throat. This kid’s awkward as hell. “I heard you went to Emily’s grave on her birthday.”
I look at him sideways.
“Micky told me,” he states.
I don’t care.
He takes a deep breath in, and then sighs out loud.
I don’t say anything. Just sit on the bench and wait or him to fuck off.
“You know I asked Micky to marry me, right?”
Oh god, I can not have this conversation with him, not now.
I stay silent.
He continues, “I asked Kevin, her dad. I asked his permission before I did it.”
“So?” I bite out, because I don’t know where this conversation is going but I hate that we’re having it. “She said no, right?”
“Yeah, she did. That’s not the point I’m trying to make so quit being a jerk and let me finish.”
So I do.
“Kevin, he was a really good guy. He loved his girls more than anything. My dad, he’s kind of a prick. He’s one of those dads you’re always trying to impress, you know? Like nothing you do is ever good enough.”
I remember his dad from the funeral. I get it.
“Anyway, Kevin, he was different, always accepted you. His girls could have been or done anything, and he would always love and encourage them.”
I wait for him to go on.
“Shit, what I’m trying to say is that, when I asked him for permission, he kind of just looked at me strange for a few seconds, and I swear I thought he was going to say no. Then he clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘James, she’s eighteen, and I can’t stop you. I think it’s a little young, but I was eighteen when I met Denise, so I can’t talk. I’m sure you will both make the right decision, and she’ll learn to love you as a husband.’”
He clears his throat.
“I was so fucking happy he was okay with it, I didn’t even think about what he said until later. That she would ‘learn’ to love me as a husband.” He pauses for a bit, thinking about his next words.
“I get it now, Jake, what he meant. She shouldn’t have to learn to love me like that, she just should. And, somehow, Kevin knew that she didn’t. And, now I see … I see it, the way she is with you, the way she looks at you, that’s how it should have been. Like you’re the only one. You’re it, Jake. You’re all of it. Her forever.”
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Author of Mature YA / New Adult contemporary novels, MORE THAN THIS and a soon to be released sequel, MORE THAN HER. I enjoy reading and writing books that make people laugh, cry andswoon for dreamy book boyfriends. When not doing either of those, I can be found looking after my two little boys, and trying to avoid house work at all costs.
Remember When :
Ever wonder how often Brad Pitt’s high school girlfriend must ponder jumping off a bridge? Ever think about the girl that had her hooks in George Clooney before he took off for TV stardom? How about Leonardo DiCaprio’s ex, or Johnny Depp’s first groupie, or any number of young women who got left behind when their boyfriends set off for greener pastures and eventually achieved unfathomable Hollywood fame? My name is Layla Warren and I don’t need to wonder about any of those things. I already know. Because years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class. This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today. In case you live under a rock and don’t know who Trip Wiley is, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable. And not just to casting directors, either. I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept. I should know. I was one of them. And my life hasn’t been the same since.
Can you ever recapture the thrill of your first love? T. Torrest has gifted us readers with a nostalgic, sweet, sexy and emotional story about two high schoolers trying to navigate the treacherous waters of first love. More than anything, Trip and Layla are great friends, but both are too young and perhaps inexperienced to move things forward in the romance department.
Trip has become one of my favorite book boyfriends. He is sweet, gorgeous, a little insecure and a little damaged. I absolutely devoured this nostalgic story about small-town life and loved all the swoon-worthy moments in this book. Trip is the new kid in school and Layla quickly befriends him. But she falls for him, and isn’t sure of his feelings for her. The story takes place during senior year of high school, so everyone is getting ready to go their own way, which adds to the overall poignant atmosphere of the book.
Remember When is a rich, funny, witty and beautiful look back at the feelings of our first true love. It is fast paced and filled with memorable characters. The final chapters of this book might contain one of my favorite scenes ever in a book. I am still thinking about it. I can’t properly explain all the feelings that the author evoked in me while reading this book, but thank goodness I could start Book 2 immediately after finishing! I did not want to leave Trip and Layla and you won’t either. One of my top books so far this year.
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Remember When 2
You know how sometimes, your high school crush grows up to be an insanely famous movie star? Okay, probably not. But I do. ~Layla Warren Back in high school, Trip Wiley’s fan base only encompassed the denizens of the nothing little suburb of Norman, New Jersey. Ten years later, all that is about to change. In the summer of 2000, Layla Warren is enjoying her career as a journalist in New York City (well, sort of), while Trip spends most of his time grabbing Hollywood by the balls. In the days before what will turn out to be his skyrocketing fame, they’ll find themselves confronted with some life-altering choices. Remember When 2 is the second story in an NA romance trilogy. It will bring you back to that exuberant and riotous time of life in your twenties when you struggled to figure out your place in the world and the person you were meant to be… …and the person you were meant to be with.
Remember When 2 takes place almost a decade after high school and everyone has gone their own way. Layla is a journalist and finds herself in a position to interview Trip, who has gone on to become a major Hollywood star. She has never forgotten Trip but assumes he has moved on with his life. In fact, she is engaged to a seemingly perfect guy.
“Trip Wilmington had been a gorgeous teenaged boy, no question. But Trip Wiley was a gorgeous young man exuding raw, unabashed sex at every turn.”
Even though so much time has passed, Trip and Layla pick up their easy friendship right away. They have a lot of shared history together and Trip feels comfortable in Layla’s presence. Their undeniable physical attraction is there, too, but will it be enough for both of them to face the truth about their feelings for each other?
The author kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time I was reading this book. Would Layla and Trip get a chance to correct their past actions? This is an absolutely amazing, witty and emotional book and I don’t want to give away any of the spectacular plot here. Suffice it to say my heart stopped a few times while reading, and I am not sure I can recover from the serious book hangover! This series has become one of my all-time favorites. Read it so you can fall in love with Trip and Layla, too!
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of Remember When 3 – Part 10 of Chapter 2
He pulled back, not even trying to hide his pain, peering at me through a haze of tears. “Oh, God, Layla. Oh, God how I’ve missed you.”
My heart positively stopped, but even still, I tried to explain. “I didn’t even know… I never really thought…”
He shook his head, cutting off my words, trying to pull himself together. “No. We’re not doing this here. We’ll talk later, but right now, I just want to hold you.”
So I let him.
We held each other and we cried and there was no one outside the two of us, there, in that moment.
T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.
She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She’s not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person.
A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two boys.
Bully by Penelope Douglas is one of my favorite books of 2013. And the hero and heroine, Jared and Tate, have birthdays just days apart! Along with 14 other wonderful blogs, we are having a BIRTHDAY BLAST today, which is the date between Jared (10/2) and Tate’s (10/9) birthday!
Here is a special treat from Penelope Douglas! A super sexy excerpt from UNTIL YOU. Happy reading!
UNTIL YOU EXCERPT
Tate Meets Jaxon for the First Time
“Son of a bitch,” I grunted, sitting up in bed.
Arching my leg, I rested my forehead in my hand with my elbow propped up on my knee.
I’m so fucked.
My dick was throbbing so hard it hurt.
I was waking up with constant hard-ons, and it was like I was thirteen all over again.
I was actually waking up in pain with the heat and blood rushing south, and the only thing I wanted was under lock and key next door.
Tate and I hadn’t made love since her dad got back in town, and he was keeping pretty good tabs on her. Who knew when I’d get her alone again?
It was going to be a long fucking year. That was for sure.
There were no plans on what I was going to do about college, but one thing was for certain. Wherever I ended up, I looked forward to visiting Tate and screwing her brains out in privacy, without parents around.
A creak interrupted my thoughts, and my head shot up, out of my hand to see Tate stepping in quietly.
Tate? My heart stopped beating.
She shut the door and leaned back against it.
“Tate?” I stared at her, wide-eyed, as she smirked at me.
My girl smirked.
“Please tell me you’re thinking about me.” Her lips were soft and playful as she purred her words.
She was fucking me.
With her look, fierce and urgent. With her mouth, moist and open. With her voice, smooth and taunting, and I was ready to thank my lucky stars that she was here.
“Are you kidding?” I raised my eyebrows and whipped off the blanket, gesturing to the very hard bulge poking through the jeans I’d fallen asleep in. “Look at this shit. I can’t think straight.”
And I jumped out of bed and rushed her. Our lips melted together, and the sweetness of how her body molded to mine made me regret every other girl I’d touched.
She tasted so good, like hot apples and an angry sky, and it was fucking candy in my mouth.
Tate knew how to move with me. When I leaned in, she arched back. When I pulled back, she read my mind and opened her neck to me.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Your front door was open. I didn’t see your mom when I walked in, but she’s got to be up.”
I shook my head, teasing her. “You started this. And this isn’t your house. There are no rules here.” I smiled and leaned over to my iPod dock and switched on In This Moment’s Adrenalize to drown out our noise.
“Come here,” I whispered, pulling her by the hips into my body.
But she pushed me away.
Disappointment—no, pain and confusion—racked through me.
“Wha—,” I started to ask but sucked in my breath when she started peeling off her clothes.
Her little, white tank top?
Her pajama shorts and panties?
Off in a single movement.
And when she came up to me, I was high on adrenaline again.
I glided my fingers up her sides and then down over her beautiful breasts. Her skin was silky and firm, like an angle’s wings.
I didn’t even have time to reach for my nightstand drawer before she pushed me down on the bed and straddled me.
“Tate, a condom,” I gasped out, unable to think anymore.
Holy fucking shit.
My whole body shook with the need, ache, and blood pumping through my cock. I needed to be inside of her.
“Pants,” she ordered, and when she leaned over to grab a condom, I knew what she meant.
After about three seconds, the rubber was on, and I thrust up and inside of her.
We stilled for a minute, and a I felt the cool sweat on my neck as I soaked her in.
Tight, wet, and hot.
Her lips crashed down on mine, and I dove into her mouth, moving my tongue against hers as we gasped and came back for more.
“Jared,” she whispered between kisses. “More…I always want more.”
Her hips started moving back and forth, up and down my cock, making a sweet tightness race down my arms and legs.
Her heavenly skin felt like cream, and I grabbed her ass in my hands, jerking her down on me as the room filled with wet heat.
God… she loved me.
I still couldn’t believe it, but she did.
“What do you want more of? Say it,” I breathed against her lips, desperate and fucking lost in my need for her skin, her smell, her fire…
“I want more of you.” She closed her eyes, and dropped her head back as her body rocked into mine. “Every morning, every night, I think about you.”
Her head came back down, and her fingers fisted in my hair. “I want to feel you all day, Jared.”
Yeah, it was going to be a long fucking year.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I whipped us around, so she lay on the bottom, and I fucked the love of my life hard enough, so that she would feel me.
All. Damn. Day.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, her desperate eyes meeting mine.
“I love you, Tatum Brandt.” I put my hand over her mouth, and pounded into her harder. “Now, come.”
I fucking hated rushing. But I knew my mom was already up, and our talking and moaning would draw attention. Even with the music.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You feel good.” I dropped my mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
I knew my back was drenched with sweat already, and I almost smiled when I tasted her salty skin. She felt this as much as I did, and we were crazy for each other.
Her thighs tensed around me, her nails dug into my back, and I felt her pulsate from the inside as she held her breath.
She was coming, and I looked up to see her eyes flutter close. After a few moments she let out a little whimper and exhaled against my hand.
I always knew when Tate came. She had a thing about holding her breath.
The pressure inside of me was at its breaking point.
I leaned over her, looked down into her exhausted and happy face, and dived into her a few more times before letting it all go.
Cool fire spread through my veins, and all of the air left my body as I collapsed on top of her.
“Jared, I need a clean shir—oh.”
My head snapped up, and Tate squealed, pulling my body down as much over hers as she could manage.
“What the fuck?!” I was naked as hell, and Jax just stood there, wide-eyed with his lips formed in a circle. “Get the hell out!” I yelled.
After a pause, he broke out in a grin and snorted. “Hey, you must be Tate. I’m Jaxon.” And the fucker held out his hand for her to shake.
Thankfully, Tate was under me, but my ass was hanging out for the world to see. The dickhead had left the door open.
“Um….hi, Jaxon. Nice to meet you.” Tate peeked out and offered her hand bashfully.
They shook, and the stupid prick stood there smiling.
“Get the fuck out,” I whispered, my eyes burning with murder.
“Jared, why are you yelling?” My mother poked her head in, and Tate shrunk up into a ball underneath me again.
Oh, what the fuck?!
“Jared!” My mother’s shocked gasp, when she noticed the extra arms and legs, caused me to clench my teeth.
Jax had descended into a fit of laughter by this point, and his face was turning red.
How could such a good start to a day turn so badly so quickly?
Leap of Faith by Jamie Blair
Published by: Simon & Schuster BfYR
Publication date: September 3rd 2013
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Can true love be built on lies? A teen on the run seeks relief and redemption in this gripping, romantic read.
Leah Kurtz has finally found a place to call home, a town where she and baby Addy can live in peace, far from the drug-infested place she grew up. Chris is one of the best parts of her new life, the only person who’s ever made her feel safe. And now that she’s found him, there’s no way she can tell the truth:
Her real name is Faith, not Leah. She’s seventeen, not nineteen. And the baby isn’t hers—Faith kidnapped her.
Faith’s history catches up with her when a cop starts asking questions and Chris’s aunt spots her picture in the newspaper. She knows it’s time to run again, but if Faith leaves, she’ll lose Chris. If Chris is in love with a lie, though, did Faith ever really have him in the first place?
. “I’m Chris.” His eyes are hazel. They’d be bluer or greener depending on what he wore. His gray shirt keeps them the in-between shade. He plays a few more chords and sets his guitar on the couch beside him. “Well? What do you think?”
I glance around. There’s not much to it, but it works. “How much?”
He rubs his chin. It’s covered in stubble. I imagine how it would feel against my cheek, and my face gets hot.
Addy squirms and lets out a small shriek. Chris’s eyes dart to her. This could be the deal breaker.
She squawks again. “What time is it?” I ask, realizing she’s probably hungry.
He shrugs. “Around five or six. She need to eat?”
“Yeah. Guess I better go so I can feed her.” I take a step toward the door.
“Here,” he comes forward, reaching his arms out. “I’ll hold her. Go on out and get her a bottle. You have one with you, don’t you?”
I nod, watching him take Addy out of my arms, place her against his chest, and rub her back. “Do you have kids?” It seems like a dumb question, but he’s a natural with Addy.
He laughs. “No. Fortunately, I’ve never been in that predicament.” He looks from Addy to me, and his face falls. “I mean…”
Right. He thinks I got knocked up. I’m a teen mom. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” I smile, trying to put him at ease. “I’ll be right back.”
After opening the door to the stairs, I glance over my shoulder. He’s running his fingers over the top of her head and bouncing her gently. “Shh, baby, don’t cry. Mommy will be right back.”
Jamie Blair spent most of her teen years choreographing moves for her dance team routines, kissing boys on the couch after her mom went to bed, and pondering the mood enhancement qualities of Lemon Heads when consumed with Diet Coke. Writing under Kelli Maine, she’s the USA Today bestselling author of Taken. Leap of Faith is her debut New Adult novel.
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