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Flipping Love You!
Flipping Love You, book three in the Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild series, is coming June 29th!
Here's a peek at Zeke and Jillian!
He's the tattooed bad boy her mama warned her about.
She's his hot mess--but mostly hot--next door neighbor.
Until a two-night-stand gives them the surprise of a lifetime...
“So your stress-relieving list is sex, therapy, wine, and massages. And sex is your preference because it’s faster, easier, and cheaper than all the others.”
“Yep.”
Wow. She was…something.
“Except, like I said, it’s not always faster than a massage.”
Right.
“How long are your massages?”
“An hour. Hour and a half if I’m really tense.”
“Yeah, this is going to take longer than that.”
He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to make an impression on this woman, but now that he’d made her smile, and had her full attention, and had seen her green eyes up close, he was going to send her on her way with a huge grin and very fond memories of Autre.
“Do you have more tattoos?” Her eyes were back on his arm where his full sleeve showed beneath the edge of his t-shirt. Oh, she liked tattoos.
“I do.”
“Are you any good at dirty talk?”
The woman knew what she liked.
His entire body felt like he'd just taken a big shot of his grandpa’s moonshine. He was hot, on edge, and ready for the unexpected. Because when Leo Landry’s moonshine came out, you never knew what could happen.
“As a matter fact, I can’t really help it.”
She let out a breath. Then she gave him a full smile.
Yeah, he wasn’t going anywhere for a nice, long time. And suddenly his head felt fine.
“Do you have a wife, fiancée, girlfriend, woman who thinks she’s your girlfriend even if you don’t think so?”
“No. No. No. And I did but we cleared that up.”
She gave him another of those little half smiles. Like she didn’t want to be amused by him, but she couldn’t resist.
“How do you feel about one-night stands? Because I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“They are my favorite kind of night stand.”
Her smile grew and Zeke felt a strange warmth along with the heat.
“And you won’t brag about this to your friends tomorrow?”
“Oh, I’m absolutely going to brag to my friends about this tomorrow,” he said. He took a step closer to her. “Especially Michael. Since he was out there saving goats and being all charming and sweet and you didn’t invite him to your room.”
“He was on duty.”
Zeke lifted a brow. “That’s the only reason.”
“Probably. He’s hot. And has the heroic, sweet thing going for him.”
“He fakes most of the sweet stuff.”
“How about the heroic stuff?”
Zeke gave a dramatic sigh. “Unfortunately for the rest of us assholes, that’s all real.”
She gave a soft snort. “Maybe I actually am concerned about your head and thought I should keep an eye on you to be sure you don’t slip into unconsciousness and never wake up.”
“I’m going to accept that only because I like it better than the realization that Michael could be in here with you right now.” He leaned in. “But I don’t believe you. I think you took a look at my boots and Michael’s and realized that mine were bigger.”
Her eyes widened. “How did you know I did that?”
He paused, then shook his head. “You did do that?”
“Of course.”
“You are…”
“I know,” she said, when he trailed off.
He wasn’t even sure what he’d been intending to fill in there. Odd? Quirky? Fascinating?
Yep. To all of that.
“So, can I brag to my friends about it tomorrow?” she asked, her voice huskier now.
“You better,” he said, dropping his voice to a gruffer note.
The next smile she gave him was one that said he’d given all the right answers, but even more, it was filled with heat as well.
“There it is.” He reached up and cupped her face.
Her breathing got more ragged as she looked up at him. And she had to look up a ways. She was small. She probably stood about five-three to his six-four.
“What?” she asked softly.
“The reaction I’ve been going for.”
“Reaction?”
“Yes, until now. You’ve seemed very…dispassionate towards me.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was thinking about that. “Have I?”
“You have.” He leaned in, bracing a hand on the door just above her ear. “Quite insulting.”
This smile was a little more sly and definitely had a touch of mischief. “Maybe you should see how passionate you can make me.”
“Oh, challenge accepted,” Zeke told her.
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Paperback coming soon!
Audio in production!
Here's a peek at Zeke and Jillian!
He's the tattooed bad boy her mama warned her about.
She's his hot mess--but mostly hot--next door neighbor.
Until a two-night-stand gives them the surprise of a lifetime...
“So your stress-relieving list is sex, therapy, wine, and massages. And sex is your preference because it’s faster, easier, and cheaper than all the others.”
“Yep.”
Wow. She was…something.
“Except, like I said, it’s not always faster than a massage.”
Right.
“How long are your massages?”
“An hour. Hour and a half if I’m really tense.”
“Yeah, this is going to take longer than that.”
He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to make an impression on this woman, but now that he’d made her smile, and had her full attention, and had seen her green eyes up close, he was going to send her on her way with a huge grin and very fond memories of Autre.
“Do you have more tattoos?” Her eyes were back on his arm where his full sleeve showed beneath the edge of his t-shirt. Oh, she liked tattoos.
“I do.”
“Are you any good at dirty talk?”
The woman knew what she liked.
His entire body felt like he'd just taken a big shot of his grandpa’s moonshine. He was hot, on edge, and ready for the unexpected. Because when Leo Landry’s moonshine came out, you never knew what could happen.
“As a matter fact, I can’t really help it.”
She let out a breath. Then she gave him a full smile.
Yeah, he wasn’t going anywhere for a nice, long time. And suddenly his head felt fine.
“Do you have a wife, fiancée, girlfriend, woman who thinks she’s your girlfriend even if you don’t think so?”
“No. No. No. And I did but we cleared that up.”
She gave him another of those little half smiles. Like she didn’t want to be amused by him, but she couldn’t resist.
“How do you feel about one-night stands? Because I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“They are my favorite kind of night stand.”
Her smile grew and Zeke felt a strange warmth along with the heat.
“And you won’t brag about this to your friends tomorrow?”
“Oh, I’m absolutely going to brag to my friends about this tomorrow,” he said. He took a step closer to her. “Especially Michael. Since he was out there saving goats and being all charming and sweet and you didn’t invite him to your room.”
“He was on duty.”
Zeke lifted a brow. “That’s the only reason.”
“Probably. He’s hot. And has the heroic, sweet thing going for him.”
“He fakes most of the sweet stuff.”
“How about the heroic stuff?”
Zeke gave a dramatic sigh. “Unfortunately for the rest of us assholes, that’s all real.”
She gave a soft snort. “Maybe I actually am concerned about your head and thought I should keep an eye on you to be sure you don’t slip into unconsciousness and never wake up.”
“I’m going to accept that only because I like it better than the realization that Michael could be in here with you right now.” He leaned in. “But I don’t believe you. I think you took a look at my boots and Michael’s and realized that mine were bigger.”
Her eyes widened. “How did you know I did that?”
He paused, then shook his head. “You did do that?”
“Of course.”
“You are…”
“I know,” she said, when he trailed off.
He wasn’t even sure what he’d been intending to fill in there. Odd? Quirky? Fascinating?
Yep. To all of that.
“So, can I brag to my friends about it tomorrow?” she asked, her voice huskier now.
“You better,” he said, dropping his voice to a gruffer note.
The next smile she gave him was one that said he’d given all the right answers, but even more, it was filled with heat as well.
“There it is.” He reached up and cupped her face.
Her breathing got more ragged as she looked up at him. And she had to look up a ways. She was small. She probably stood about five-three to his six-four.
“What?” she asked softly.
“The reaction I’ve been going for.”
“Reaction?”
“Yes, until now. You’ve seemed very…dispassionate towards me.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was thinking about that. “Have I?”
“You have.” He leaned in, bracing a hand on the door just above her ear. “Quite insulting.”
This smile was a little more sly and definitely had a touch of mischief. “Maybe you should see how passionate you can make me.”
“Oh, challenge accepted,” Zeke told her.
Be sure you PREORDER NOW!
Amazon: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Amz
Apple Books: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Apple
nook: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-nook
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Kobo
Google Play: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-GP
Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Amz-AU
Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Amz-UK
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Paperback coming soon!
Audio in production!
a hot one-night-stand, surprise pregnancy rom com!
He’d better not need stitches.
He sat partially up and shoved at the bike. It only moved a little.
Suddenly annoyed at everything, he gave a loud roar and lifted the bike as he jerked his leg out from under it.
There. At least he was free.
He flopped back into the weeds and grass.
With his luck he was going to run into a snake or a gator down here in the ditch. But honestly, at the moment, he didn’t care.
He reached into his pocket for his phone. He could walk to his grandma’s bar, or to his shop, or to one of many houses, but he needed someone with a pickup to help him haul his bike. And he was feeling a little dizzy.
“Damn. This is inconvenient,” he muttered to himself.
Zeke stared at his phone trying to decide who to call. The gamble was trying to get someone who was alone. One phone call could turn up anywhere from four to twelve Landrys.
No one needed twelve Landrys all at once for anything.
Unless it was a crawfish boil, of course.
But even two or three would just make the headache that was starting to brew behind his eyes worse.
“Oh, baby, are you okay?”
His finger froze over his phone and he rolled his head at the sound of the feminine voice.
Or he could just let the owner of that voice take care of him.
“I’m a little sore, actually.”
The woman plopped onto her knees in the dirt beside him.
It was dark, so he couldn’t see her well.
That was also why he hadn’t clearly seen whatever it was that ran out in front of him until it was too late.
He was suddenly much less annoyed though.
The woman kneeling next to him leaned in and he caught the scent of coffee and soap.
He wasn’t sure why that struck him. Maybe because it was simple. She didn’t smell like perfume or flowery shampoo. She just smelled clean and comforting. Like that first cup of coffee in the morning after a shower.
That was a really weird thing to notice. And who drank coffee at eleven o’clock at night?
He probably had a concussion.
Great. That was just what he needed.
“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed.
And yep, he definitely felt a little better.
“I’ll be okay, but I could use a hand,” he said. Specifically, a woman’s soft hand rubbing his head and maybe her lips kissing his bump better.
Did he know her? She had long hair and that was about all he could tell.
“Are you hurt or just scared?”
Zeke pushed himself up to sitting, wincing as his head swam and his leg ached as he shifted it. “A little hurt. Not scared at all.”
The woman looked up at him. “What?”
It was then that he realized she wasn’t talking to him.
And that she was holding a goat.
He was ninety percent sure this was the reason that his bike was lying on its side in the ditch and he was bleeding from the head.
And the woman was calling the goat“baby”.
𝙃𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩-𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮-𝙖-𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚-𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 >>>
Flipping Love You>>>
Amazon: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Amz
Apple Books: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Apple
nook: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-nook
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Kobo
Google Play: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-GP
He sat partially up and shoved at the bike. It only moved a little.
Suddenly annoyed at everything, he gave a loud roar and lifted the bike as he jerked his leg out from under it.
There. At least he was free.
He flopped back into the weeds and grass.
With his luck he was going to run into a snake or a gator down here in the ditch. But honestly, at the moment, he didn’t care.
He reached into his pocket for his phone. He could walk to his grandma’s bar, or to his shop, or to one of many houses, but he needed someone with a pickup to help him haul his bike. And he was feeling a little dizzy.
“Damn. This is inconvenient,” he muttered to himself.
Zeke stared at his phone trying to decide who to call. The gamble was trying to get someone who was alone. One phone call could turn up anywhere from four to twelve Landrys.
No one needed twelve Landrys all at once for anything.
Unless it was a crawfish boil, of course.
But even two or three would just make the headache that was starting to brew behind his eyes worse.
“Oh, baby, are you okay?”
His finger froze over his phone and he rolled his head at the sound of the feminine voice.
Or he could just let the owner of that voice take care of him.
“I’m a little sore, actually.”
The woman plopped onto her knees in the dirt beside him.
It was dark, so he couldn’t see her well.
That was also why he hadn’t clearly seen whatever it was that ran out in front of him until it was too late.
He was suddenly much less annoyed though.
The woman kneeling next to him leaned in and he caught the scent of coffee and soap.
He wasn’t sure why that struck him. Maybe because it was simple. She didn’t smell like perfume or flowery shampoo. She just smelled clean and comforting. Like that first cup of coffee in the morning after a shower.
That was a really weird thing to notice. And who drank coffee at eleven o’clock at night?
He probably had a concussion.
Great. That was just what he needed.
“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed.
And yep, he definitely felt a little better.
“I’ll be okay, but I could use a hand,” he said. Specifically, a woman’s soft hand rubbing his head and maybe her lips kissing his bump better.
Did he know her? She had long hair and that was about all he could tell.
“Are you hurt or just scared?”
Zeke pushed himself up to sitting, wincing as his head swam and his leg ached as he shifted it. “A little hurt. Not scared at all.”
The woman looked up at him. “What?”
It was then that he realized she wasn’t talking to him.
And that she was holding a goat.
He was ninety percent sure this was the reason that his bike was lying on its side in the ditch and he was bleeding from the head.
And the woman was calling the goat“baby”.
𝙃𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩-𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮-𝙖-𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚-𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 >>>
Flipping Love You>>>
Amazon: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Amz
Apple Books: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Apple
nook: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-nook
Kobo: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-Kobo
Google Play: http://bit.ly/Flipping-Love-You-GP
