Hello readers! I'm beyond excited to bring to you an Exclusive Excerpt from author Eric McCarthy's latest title in the True Believers series - Sweet! Check it out below. I know it's made me want to read this asap! Thankfully you won't have to wait long for this one to be released. Pre-Order from the links below and have it delivered to your eReader tomorrow! Enjoy.
Author: Erin McCarthy
Publisher: InterMix, (October 15th, 2013)
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NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Synopsis: Jessica Sweet thought going away to college would finally make her free of her parents’ constant judgments and insistence she play chastity club role model for their church events, but if anything, the freedom has made her realize she can’t go home and be a hypocrite anymore. Tired of dodging their questions, she stays at school over the summer and lands in an unexpected crash pad: Riley Mann’s house.
Sarcastic, cocky, and full of opinions, Riley is also sexy personified with tattoos and biceps earned from working as a roofer all day. Not the right guy for her even if Jessica was looking for a relationship, which she is definitely not. But Jessica knows that Riley hides the burden of having to raise his younger brothers behind that grin and as she helps him get his house in order for a custody hearing, they begin to fall hard for each other, and she is forced to question what she’s hiding herself.
Jessica has never had a problem getting naked with a guy, but when it comes to showing Riley how she truly feels inside, her fear of rejection may just ruin the best thing—the best guy—to ever happen to her…
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Excerpt:
I flopped down on the couch and took another sip of his
beer. “No.” Like my parents would pay for that. But I wasn’t about to tell him
what I was really majoring in.
“There is more beer in the fridge, you know.”
“Why get my own when I can drink yours?”
“Thus establishing why I am not in a relationship,” he
said. “We dudes can’t hold our own against the wily ways of women.”
Wily ways? I couldn’t help it. He did make me laugh. “I
feel really sorry for you. Not.” Kicking off my flip-flops, I pulled my feet up
onto the couch and leaned against Riley’s arm, wanting a headrest. “Doesn’t it
smell better in here already?”
“Christ,” he muttered. “I’m going to play video games. You
can either play with me or you can go away. It’s too hot for you to be touching
me.”
“You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“I already called you hot and gorgeous tonight. I’ve met my
quota.” He nudged me with his bare shoulder so my head flopped a little.
“Stop it.”
“Get off me.” He nudged me again, lifting his arm to get further
momentum.
I caught a whiff of his sweat and deodorant mingling
together and I coughed. “You stink.”
“Oh, I stink, do I?” He grabbed me in a headlock, catching
me off guard. “I’ll give you stink.”
I squawked and tried to maneuver away, but he had a firm
grip on my hair and the back of my neck, and he lifted his arm, burying my face
in his hairy and smelly armpit. “Stop, I’m going to pass out!” I said,
laughing, trying to scoot backward on the couch.
When he suddenly let me go with a heave I ended up falling
on my back, giggling, making a point of coughing and breathing deeply. “You’re
gross.”
But then he leaned over me and my amusement completely died
out. He was smiling, but there was something else in his expression. His gaze
dropped to my lips, his fingers lacing through mine. I was sure he was going to
kiss me and I opened my mouth in anticipation reflexively, and because well,
for whatever reason I wanted him to kiss me. It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t
smart, yet I was arching my back and tilting my head and wetting my lips in
anticipation . . .
And instead he made the sound of gathering a hocker in the
back of his throat. Oh, hell no.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him, my finger coming up to
point in his face.
He laughed. “This is awesome. I get to fuck with you like
the little sister I never had.”
Little sister. He just wanted to mess with me like you
would a little sister.
I had been expecting, or maybe more accurately, hoping for a kiss, and he just wanted to dangle saliva over
my face to hear my scream.
I suddenly realized that was why I always hated
Riley—without even being conscious of it, I had known that I thought he was
hot, while he thought of me as an annoying little sister.
It wasn’t a label I was familiar with.
And I didn’t exactly like it.
“If you spit in my face, I will knee your nuts,” I warned
him.
He rubbed my head like I was a dog. “I wasn’t going to spit
on you. Chill out, princess.”
It was the last thing I wanted him to do or say. And maybe
I was just tired, or maybe I was lonely, but I heard myself saying in a
peevish, snotty, bitch-face voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Thanks for the public service announcement,” he said,
sitting back up and reaching for the TV remote. “Close your mouth in there or
you’ll drown. Your jaw could use the rest, I’m sure.”
For once, I was blank on an appropriately scathing
comeback. Was he saying I talked too much or had my jaw open often for a
totally different reason?
I decided not to touch it, because truthfully, I didn’t
want to hear his opinion. Making sure my phone wasn’t popping out of my pocket,
I just walked past him. The air freshener misted over my thigh as I headed to
the kitchen for a drink.
Riley laughed.
About the Author:
Erin McCarthy is the USA Today bestselling author of more than 40 novels and novellas in the paranormal, contemporary romance, and young adult genres. The author is a RITA award finalist and an American Library Association winner of the Reluctant Young Reader award. She lives in Ohio.
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