With: Anne Harper

Excerpt:
Sloane was just going to have to accept the fact that her existence post–viral blog would be a hot one. Cheeks, neck, and ears always nearing lava-hot from embarrassment, self-consciousness, or lust.
Yeah, she thought it.
Lust.
Because that was normal to feel around an attractive man, right? And that’s what Brady was. Sure, he wasn’t a Marcus Robertson–type of good-looking. No, he was a darker, cockier type of mmm-mmm good. A rough-and-tumble character you couldn’t help but think about having a rough tumble in bed with.
Normally, Sloane wouldn’t blush so hard because of someone simply looking at her and making her imagine what it would feel like hugging him sans shirts, but add in the fact that they were going to have to sell a romantic relationship to others? Well, how-do-you-do crapsticks.
Fire, meet Sloane’s face, body, and soul.
I like the sound of this book. I want to read it, just based on the cover.
ReplyDeleteYou should! If only to cringe with Sloane haha!
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