Blurb
From
the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author who brought
you the Nice Girl to Love trilogy, comes a Nice GUY to Love spin-off…
Brian
Sullivan has been in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love to early-onset
Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his brother. And somehow, his heart has managed to heal
itself after both. Amazingly, without
therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t
gotten more wary along the way, however.
In fact, he’s been thinking lately that maybe his brother’s now retired
nothing-but-flings rule isn’t such a bad idea.
Unfortunately, being the nice guy poster boy and all, Brian isn’t exactly
versed in the fine art of flings. So he
looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.
There’s
absolutely no way he’s falling in love with this one…right?
Tessa has no idea what she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of fling expert. She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary lapse in sanity, really—no doubt because of the can’t-help-but-fall-for-him brain fuzz that hits her whenever he’s around. Not only does the man have her being more herself than she’s ever been in her life, but he’s the only person she knows who seems to have as many demons and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more, he’s got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope for years ago.
Author Bio
New
York Times & USA Today bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor
of English Education who is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page
writing wickedly fun contemporary romance novels. When she's not arguing with
her story characters or feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she enjoys
tackling reno projects with her power tools while trying pretty much anything
without reading the directions first and cooking 'special edition' dishes that
laugh in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai'i with her two cute kids
and similarly adorable husband.
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EXCERPT
“Babe we can’t,” he somehow
managed to punch out. Voice gravelly, he
drew his hands back to safer territory and said roughly, “You're hurting and
your emotions have gone through the wringer tonight. I can't take advantage of you like
that.”
And yet still, he couldn’t bear
to let her go completely.
“Then don't,” she replied
simply, arms twining around his shoulders.
“Let me take advantage of you.”
Jerking back to put some
head-clearing distance between them was about as painful as ripping off his own
skin.
“Sweetheart, why don’t we just
hang out tonight? We can sit and talk
more about those dickheads we ran into tonight if it’ll help, or we could just
watch a movie…anything you want to do.”
He quickly snatched her
wandering hands as they traveled down his lats and started tugging at the hem
of his t-shirt. “Anything except that,”
he groaned. “Work with me here,
woman.” Raggedly, he put his forehead
against hers and counted to ten to try and find the tattered remains of his
restraint.
The thought almost made him
laugh. Who was he kidding? He had no restraint when it came to
Tessa. By the fifth second, his lips had
already found their way back to hers.
And goddammit if her whole body
didn’t just tremble right there in
his arms.
She was just so mind-wreckingly
responsive. As usual, without even
trying, she was driving him batshit crazy.
Tapping into a reserve even he
didn’t know he had, he broke off the kiss and took another step away from
her.
Then he watched in sad disbelief
as her expression became completely shuttered a half an instant later—closing
him out behind the walls of a now ten-story castle and a moat filled with
fire-breathing piranhas.
The lightning quick response
time of her defenses was a punch to his gut, a tragic reminder of how much
she’d been through, how hard she’d had to fight to not let it all destroy her.
“Look Brian, if you don't want
to, you can just tell me you know. I
just thought we had something and we could have a great night exploring
it. But hey, I’m a big girl; you don't
have to make excuses to let me down easy...”
He gave her a look that said he
wondered about her IQ before grabbing her hand and dragging it over the zipper
of his jeans. “Does that feel like I don't want to?”
Her eyes widened, and her grip
closed tight around him.
Bourbon soaked shards of glass
went hissing down his throat. “For
chrissakes, stop.” The blood supply in his brain was dipping
down to a dangerous low.
And the damn temptress was
clearly all torn up about it. He glared
at the smile she was biting back. “I’m
glad you find this so amusing.”
“It’s not amusement, it’s
relief. Here I was thinking it was just
me getting affected with my perpetually wet panties around you and all.”
A seriously pained groan escaped
him then. “To preserve my sanity—and
your panties—don’t use the word wet in any more sentences tonight.”
She sighed. “I really don't know why you're making such a
big deal out of this. It’s just
sex. I’m not looking for anything
serious. You heard Gavin earlier this
evening. Being the ‘good girl’ was never
exactly my thing.” She brushed up
against the hardening ridge tenting his jeans to drive home her point.
With a muttered curse, he
clamped one arm around her waist and tangled his free hand in her hair. “Sweetheart, this thing between us is a big deal,” he said roughly, tugging
gently on her hair and nearly losing it when she arched her back in
response. Her fitted tee was so
paper-frickin’-thin. One sharp yank was
all it’d take to rip it right down the middle.
Jesus
Christ, he needed to find some control.
“Whether this thing between us
lasts one night or ten, when, and yes I said when we have sex, I’ll make damn
sure that every single second of it seeps into your bones, burns into your
memory, and turns into a relentless craving that makes you forget all the
assholes from your past.” He ran his
lips along the thrumming pulse at her throat.
“And if I’m really lucky, it’ll
also help ruin you for all other men completely.”
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