STUCK-UP SUIT by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward ~ Book Tour

stuck up suit book tour.jpg

 

 

STUCK UP SUIT NOW AVAILABLE.jpg

 

Graham and Soraya’s highly anticipated romance is finally here in Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward!

 

NOW LIVE!

 

Amazon Paperback: http://amzn.to/1Sn4DMh

 

Also available on Audible HERE: http://amzn.to/1qeMA4o

 

Add Stuck-Up Suit to your TBR list on Goodreads!

 

stuck - up suit cover.jpg
Blurb
It started out like any other morning on the train.

 

Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.

 

He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.

 

Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?

 

Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.

 

When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left.  So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.

 

I might have picked it up.

 

I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.

 

I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

 

When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.

 

So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.

 

I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.

 

I didn’t expect him to text back.

 

I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.

 

I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.

 

The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.

 

Yet, you know what they say about opposites.

 

When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.

 

Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.

 

All good things must come to an end, right?

 

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

 

stuck up suit teaser rb.jpg
Excerpt

 

Outside of the restaurant, Graham’s black car was already curbside.  He must have had it waiting and called the driver when I went to the restroom.
“If you’re not going to come home with me, I insist on at least giving you a ride home to your place.”
“The subway is right around the corner.  I’m good.”
He shot me an annoyed glance.  “Give a little, Soraya.  It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock.  And I think you know by now that I’m not a serial killer.”
“You’re so crass.”
He put his hand on the small of my back and steered me to the waiting open car door.  I didn’t put up a fight.  Graham was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to anything I demanded.  Something told me it was a rare occasion when the man was this flexible.  
When we arrived at my apartment, Graham walked me to the door.  
“When will I see you again?”
“Well, tomorrow is Saturday, so I suppose maybe Monday on the train.”
“Have dinner with me again tomorrow?”
“I have plans.”
His jaw flexed.  “With whom?”
We embarked into a lengthy stare off.  His gaze was hard.  When neither of us gave for a few minutes, he grumbled Christ under his breath, and before I realized what was happening, my back was against the door, and his mouth was on mine.
He kissed me as if he wanted to eat me alive.  Before releasing my mouth, he took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged.  Hard.  With his lips vibrating up against mine, he spoke.  “Don’t push me to my limit, Soraya.”
“Why?  What will happen?”
“I’ll push back.  And I’m trying not to do that with you.”
He was being honest, and I realized I should appreciate that.  “To my sister’s house.  It’s my niece’s birthday party.  That’s where I’m going tomorrow night.
He nodded.  “Thank you.”
It took every bit of my willpower to go inside and shut the door behind me.  I leaned my back against the door, unable to remember the last time I was so hot and bothered.  Maybe not ever.  His mouth was sinful; the thought of what he could do with that wicked tongue other places on my body kept me in a state of arousal that bordered on frenzied.  But it was more than that.  The way he was so dominating and controlling, yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.  The man stimulated something that had been sleeping inside of me.  I needed a glass of wine and an orgasm.  Not necessarily in that order.  If I was going be firm on my stance that we get to know each other and not have sex, then taking things into my own hands was absolutely essential.
In my bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes.  I didn’t sleep naked every night, but tonight was definitely a bare evening.  As I slipped into bed, my cell rang.  
“Is phone sex on the table?”  Graham’s voice was a needy rasp.  Whatever cooling off my body had done since I left him on the other side of the door was instantly reheated.  His voice could definitely speed things up for me.  But…
“Sex is off the table.  That should probably include all types of sex.  Intercourse, oral, phone.”
He groaned.  “Oral.  God, I want to taste you.  And feel that metal tongue ring on my cock.  You have no idea how difficult it was to control myself tonight every time I caught a glimpse of that metal when you spoke.  It’s like you’re taunting me with every word.  What are you wearing, Soraya?”
That voice.  I needed to record him saying What are you wearing, Soraya?  So I could play it over and over again in a loop when I needed to satisfy my own needs.  “I’m actually not wearing anything.  I just got undressed and slipped into bed.”
“You sleep naked?”
“Sometimes.”
He actually growled.  “Touch yourself.”
“I plan to.  But I think I’m going to need both hands tonight.  So I’m going to hang up first.”
“How long do you plan on driving me crazy, Soraya?”
“Good night, Graham.”  I hung up without waiting for him to respond.  Even though my body physically ached for the man, I wasn’t ready to open that door with him just yet.  Although as I glided my hand down my body alone in my bed, the only thing I could think of was God, I wish it was his hand.

 

STUCK UP SUIT BT.jpg

 

GIVEAWAY

 

Enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card!  To enter, sign up for Penelope & Vi’s mailing list.  It’s one-click easy and you will automatically be entered!  http://eepurl.com/brAPo9

 

 

Other books from Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

 

Cocky Bastard

 

Meet Penelope Ward

 

PENELOPE WARD.jpg
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.

 

       
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate

 

Sins of Sevin

 

 

Stepbrother Dearest

 

Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)

 

*************************
Meet Vi Keeland
vi keeland bio.png

 

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the last three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.

 

 

 

Additional Books by Vi Keeland

 

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat

 

Throb
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zk882K

 

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1alpVES
Smashwords – http://bit.ly/1is0zNX

 

Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)

 

Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)

 

The Cole Series (2 book serial)

 

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller

 

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

 

First Thing I See
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1JWFo21

 

THANK YOU!

STUCK-UP SUIT by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward ~ Release Blitz

STUCK UP SUIT RELEASE BLITZ.jpg

 

 

STUCK UP SUIT NOW AVAILABLE.jpg

 

Graham and Soraya’s highly anticipated romance is finally here in Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward!

 

NOW LIVE!

 

Amazon Paperback: http://amzn.to/1Sn4DMh

 

Also available on Audible HERE: http://amzn.to/1qeMA4o

 

Add Stuck-Up Suit to your TBR list on Goodreads!

 

stuck - up suit cover.jpg
Blurb
It started out like any other morning on the train.

 

Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.

 

He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.

 

Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?

 

Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.

 

When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left.  So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.

 

I might have picked it up.

 

I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.

 

I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

 

When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.

 

So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.

 

I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.

 

I didn’t expect him to text back.

 

I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.

 

I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.

 

The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.

 

Yet, you know what they say about opposites.

 

When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.

 

Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.

 

All good things must come to an end, right?

 

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

 

stuck up teaser rb.jpg
Excerpt

 

Graham: What are you wearing, Soraya?
Soraya: Are you serious right now?
Graham: You ruined my day. You owe me.
Soraya: I don’t owe you anything, you fucking perv.
Graham: This from the woman who sent me a shot of her cleavage. Nice tits, by the way. They’re so big, at first, I thought it was a picture of an ass.
Soraya: You’re the ass.
Graham: Show me your face.
Soraya: Why?
Graham: Because I want to see if it matches your personality.
Soraya: Which would mean what?
Graham: Well, that wouldn’t bode well for you.
Soraya: You won’t ever see my face.
Graham: Probably better off.  So, give me a hint about what you’re wearing.
Soraya: It’s red.
Graham: So you haven’t changed out of that dress?
Soraya: No, I’m naked with dye dripping down my body and my tongue is throbbing thanks to you.
That was an odd thing to say.
Graham: That’s an interesting visual.
Soraya: You are seriously crazy, dude.
Graham: I AM a little crazy, actually. I probably need my head checked because I’ve been fantasizing about a headless person all day.
Soraya: Well, the naked pic ain’t gonna happen.
Graham: How about I go first?

 

 

stuck up suit for rb.jpg

 

 

Other books from Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

 

Cocky Bastard

 

 

Meet Penelope Ward

 

PENELOPE WARD.jpg
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.

 

       
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate

 

Sins of Sevin

 

 

Stepbrother Dearest

 

Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)

 

*************************
Meet Vi Keeland
vi keeland bio.png

 

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the last three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.

 

 

 

Additional Books by Vi Keeland

 

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat

 

Throb
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zk882K

 

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1alpVES
Smashwords – http://bit.ly/1is0zNX

 

Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)

 

Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)

 

The Cole Series (2 book serial)

 

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller

 

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

 

First Thing I See
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1JWFo21

 

THANK YOU!

STUCK-UP SUIT by Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward ~ Excerpt Reveal

stuck up suit excerpt reveal 1.jpg

 

 

 

Excerpt
It felt like we were the only two people in the world, instead of inside a busy, posh restaurant.  
“This is beautiful.  But odd,” I said.
Graham took off his jacket and settled into his side of the table with one arm casually slung over the top of the booth.  “Fitting.”
“Are you saying I’m odd?”
“Are we going to fight about it if I say yes?”
“Probably.”
“Then, yes.”
My brow furrowed.  “You want to fight with me?”
Graham tugged at his tie, loosening it.  “I find it turns me on.”
I laughed.  “I think you need counseling.”
“After the last few days, I believe you may be right.”
The waitress returned with our drinks.  She set a highball glass down in front of him and a wine glass in front of me.
Graham had ordered Hendrick’s and tonic.  “That’s an old man’s drink, gin and tonic,” I said as I sipped my wine.
He swirled the ice around in his glass, then brought it to his lips and looked at me over the rim before drinking.  ”Remember what arguing with me does.  You might want to look under the table.”
My eyes widened.  “You aren’t.”
He smirked and cocked an eyebrow.  “Go ahead.  Put your head under.  I know you’re dying to take a peek anyway.”
After we both finished our drinks, and some of my nerves had started to calm, we finally had our first real conversation.  One that wasn’t about sex or tongue rings.  
“So how many hours do you work a day in that big fancy office of yours?”
“I usually go in by eight and try to leave by eight.”
“Twelve hours a day?  That’s sixty hours a week.”
“Not counting weekends.”
“You work weekends, too?”
“Saturdays.”
“So your only day off is Sunday?”
“I actually sometimes work in the evening on Sunday, too.”
“That’s nuts.  When do you find time to enjoy yourself?”
“I enjoy my work.”
I scoffed.  “Didn’t sound that way when I stopped in the other day.  Everyone there seems afraid of you, and you refused to open the door.”
“I was busy.”  He folded his arms over his chest.  
I did the same.  “So was I.  I took two trains to personally deliver that phone, you know.  And you didn’t have the decency to even come out and say thank you.”
“I didn’t know what was behind the door waiting for me, or I would have come out.”
“A person.  A person was behind the door.  One who went out of her way for you.  If I were a sixty-year-old married woman with blue hair, you should have come out to thank me.”
He sighed.  “I’m a busy man, Soraya.”
“Yet here you are on a weeknight at only 7PM.  Shouldn’t you be working until eight if you’re so busy?”
“I make exceptions when warranted.”
“How big of you.”
He arched an eyebrow.  “You want to look under the table, don’t you?”

 

coming soon stuck up.jpg

 

Are you ready to meet the STUCK UP SUIT?  

 

Coming to an e-reader near you on April 11th!

 

Pre-order on iBooks:

 

Pre-order paperback:

 

Add Stuck-Up Suit to your TBR list on Goodreads!

 

Sign up for Penelope & Vi’s mailing list now and be the first one notified of releases! http://eepurl.com/brAPo9

 

 

stuck - up suit cover.jpg
Blurb
It started out like any other morning on the train.

 

Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.

 

He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.

 

Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?

 

Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.

 

When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left.  So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.

 

I might have picked it up.

 

I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.

 

I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.

 

When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.

 

So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.

 

I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though.

 

I didn’t expect him to text back.

 

I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.

 

I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.

 

The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.

 

Yet, you know what they say about opposites.

 

When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.

 

Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.

 

All good things must come to an end, right?

 

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

 

 

stuck up suit teaser 1.jpg

 

Other books from Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

 

Cocky Bastard

 

 

Meet Penelope Ward

 

PENELOPE WARD.jpg

 

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.

 

       
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate

 

Sins of Sevin

 

 

Stepbrother Dearest

 

Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)

 

*************************

 

Meet Vi Keeland
vi keeland bio.png

 

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the last three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.

 

 

 

Additional Books by Vi Keeland

 

Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat

 

Throb
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1zk882K

 

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1alpVES
Smashwords – http://bit.ly/1is0zNX

 

Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)

 

Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)

 

The Cole Series (2 book serial)

 

Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)

 

Standalone novels
The Baller

 

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

 

First Thing I See
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1JWFo21
THANK YOU!

WHEN I’M WITH YOU by Harper Sloan ~ Excerpt Reveal

 

We are very excited to announce the release date of When I’m With You by Harper Sloan. The release for the third book in the Hope Town series will be April 26.

Enjoy this sexy excerpt while you wait!

 

 

 

 

WIWYbanner2

 

WhenImWithYou_FrontCover_LoResNate:

It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because I only feel complete when I’m with her.

Emberlyn:

The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones. Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave. Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.

 

He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.

 

ADD TO GOODREADS

 

 

 

“I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.

“Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in the need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands.

“Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit that has the burn in my core starting to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up to explode.

“Fuck!” he roars.

Before I realize what’s happening, he’s flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my spread legs.

He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.

And his eyes are focused downward.

If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need.

The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he was already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.

It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.

“Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

“No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

“Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

“Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.”

He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

“Hold on,” he commands with a wink.

 

 

 

 

 

harperphotoHarper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

Facebook | Website | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page

NOT AFRAID TO LOVE YOU by Jude Ouvrard ~ Cover Reveal

NOT AFRAID TO LOVE YOU
Ink Series – Spin Off Book 1

by

Jude Ouvrard

Cover Designer: Kari March Designs

Official genre of book: Contemporary Romance/Drama 

Lilly McCarthy thought she had found the one, until an unexpected side of Dave left her body bruised and her pride hurt.
Living in fear, she knows she has to do something before the unimaginable happens. A timely phone call provides Lilly a means to escape but is her family prepared to face her nightmares?
While Lilly takes the time to heal and regain control of her life, an unexpected source of support appears in the form of her brother’s best friend – and her old crush – Lennox.
Lilly hesitates to take on a new relationship, but Lennox is not giving up. He wants Lilly to find her way and be herself again, the relaxed and easygoing girl she used to be.
Can the love of a good man convince this scared and frightened woman to trust again? Or is it only going to push her away? 

Sitting back in my sister’s luxurious car, I let her drive us to the restaurant. My stomach keeps growling and it’s getting embarrassing. I’m on edge, my eyes following every person on the sidewalk and looking at every building we come across.
She finally parks her car in a large lot almost filled to capacity. I’ve seen this place before but I never went inside. The Spot, that’s what they call it, I remember.
Matthew nudges his sister. “Are you even old enough to get inside?”
“Don’t worry, it’s all under control.”
Stepping out of the car, I follow them to the entrance. The security guy hugs my sister as they chitchat. How does she know him? I don’t understand. This place requires you to be twenty-one and she isn’t, yet.
When we walk inside, it hits me. The place is full of men in uniform…Air Force guys. This has to be where she met her boyfriend. Some of the guys nod at her, some wave.
“Hey Ab. Logan isn’t out yet.”
“I know. I came with my brother and sister.” The guy’s eyes zoom in on mine and he winks. Heat surges to my cheeks. Why am I blushing? Matthew subtlety steps in front of me.
“Hey Matthew.” They shake hands and engage in some small talk.
“Meet my sister, Lilly. She just moved back to town today.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Carlos.” We shake hands but I can’t look him in the eyes. I avoid him and it must look stupid. Maybe going out tonight wasn’t a good idea, after all. I’m not ready for this. He lets my hand go.
“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” For someone so tall and big, he has the most comforting voice but I can’t do this.
“I… uh… I.” I stuttered.
“No, it’s okay. She’s been through a lot. We’re just going to go sit and eat. I’ll talk to you later.” Abbey takes control of the situation. She’s now in protector mode too.
I order a club sandwich, which I plan to eat all of and no doubt quickly because I’m so hungry. As well as that I order a beer, my first beer since I moved away from here because Dave only ever drank wine. I am going to savor every drop of it. Only now as I relax, it strikes me why I am so hungry, I haven’t eaten all day.
Fifteen minutes later, our food arrives and I think I’m going to pass out if I don’t start eating now. Matthew is already cutting into his steak while Abbey digs into her pasta bowl. My mouth’s full, I probably have one quarter of my sandwich packed inside my mouth. Way to go, Lilly.
“Hey guys.”
“Hey man. Sit with us.” Matthew offers the seat next to him, which is also next to me. I hurry and try to swallow the damn sandwich. “Do you remember my sister, Lilly?”
Trying to look normal, I turn to him with a fake smile. I do know him. My first high school crush. Lennox Love. My brother’s best friend until he moved away to Seattle.
My smile turns real and honest. “Lennox, hi.”
“Hi, long time no see.”
I think I’m going to faint. Many nights while I shared my bed with Dave, I thought about him. Wondering where he was, what he was doing. Would I ever see him again?
There was nothing normal about my crush on him. Well, unless crying for two days when he moved away is normal?
Lennox freaking Love. Is. Back. 

author pic

“Drama, true love, tattoos…and everything in between!”
Jude Ouvrard is an author who writes from the heart, and reads with passion and devotion. Jude enjoys stories of drama, true love, tattoos, and everything in between. While writing is her therapy, reading is her solace. Life doesn’t get better than books and chocolate, and maybe a little bit of shopping.
A romance lover, Jude writes about love, pain, heartbreak and matters that will challenge your heart. A book can tell an unexpected story, no matter which directions it takes. Jude embraces words that have haunted her for years.
Jude is a working mom who dedicates her time to a law firm and writing books. She has an energetic superhero son, and a supportive boyfriend of many years. Her family is her rock; she could not survive without them. Born a country girl, she transformed into a city woman who now lives in Montreal, Canada. Although French is her first language, Jude decided to write in English because she liked the challenge.
Website ✯ Twitter ✯ Goodreads ✯ Amazon ✯ Facebook