Out Now—FEISTY (Do-Over Series Book 3) by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor) #romance #romcom #contemporary
Release date: January 28, 2020
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Hang Le
Editor: Elisa Reed
Audiobook narrator: Erin Mallon
AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT
not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right.
Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland. Here I am, on my first
blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best
friends. So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the
room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a
real person he’s never met before? Oh. Oh, no. The guy I drop-kicked
in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this
infernal nickname. That’s right. Feisty. — More from New York Times
bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance
at love - drop-kick included.
Other Standalone Books in the Series:
Little Miss Perfect: https://www.prosaicpress.com/jkentauthor/free-ebooks/
Amazon (all countries): https://geni.us/AMZFeistyJK
Google Play: https://geni.us/FeistyGP
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2K2d5pF BN/
Apple Books: https://geni.us/AppFeisty
Audiobook narrated by Erin Mallon:
Amazon Audio: https://geni.us/FeistyAMZAud
iTunes: Coming Soon
I charge Fletch, channeling it all, giving him what he's asking for.
moves as I plow into the bag, my body still unable to attack him
directly, his hands on my waist as I spin. Dropping to the ground, I use
my lower position to twist out of his grasp, leg cocked and ready, but
Sweat sprouts all over
my body like someone's misting me, the sudden crush of hormones, heat,
and the pounding physicality of what we're doing making me wet.
In more ways than one.
a mixture of revulsion and arousal, hating myself for feeling this way
as his arms encircle me, my mind split between re-igniting the terror of
the preschool attack and the very real, visceral feel of Fletch's skin
against mine, welcoming the rutting, animal-like push of his slick thigh
muscles against my arm as I fight him, working to pin him.
the time we're done, this scrimmage is a joke, his body pressing me
into the ground, arms immovable, my breath heating his nose as he looks
down on me with a grin.
And then that fades.
Replaced by the unfiltered expression of a man who is falling. Falling, falling, falling into me.
Like time itself has collapsed.
And the sheer force of attraction is how we propel ourselves forward.
is great!” Michael shouts from the sidelines, the click click click of
his shutter breaking the silence, Fletch's hips digging into mine, his
hardness making it clear how he feels about me.
He doesn't move. My wrists are pressed into the mat, my hair tugging at the roots, caught under my shoulder blades.
he whispers in the space between us. “Not happening again. You kicked
my ass in seventh grade. But we're not tweens now, are we?”
he says the words, my nipples harden, a yearning in the form of flesh
centering between my legs. All I want to do right now is wrap my ankles
around his waist and be screwed four ways to Sunday.
If that's even really a thing.
“No,” I gasp, fighting and failing to be freed. “We're not. And if we're not, then what are we?”
“You tell me, Fiona. What are we?”
All the oxygen in the room rushes out. I'm left in space, floating, aimless and without anchor.
Jolene was wrong.
Space isn't my friend. It's my enemy. It's where everything safe becomes dangerous.
Where Fletch becomes the good guy.
The hot guy.
The I-need-him-in-me guy.
And where it's all caught on camera.
Because this journey started there, with Rico and cameras and people watching me because they can.
As Michael shoots photos and dictates angles, all I feel is Fletch's rum-THUM-rum-THUM beat, his
heart against mine, telling me stories that go back seventeen years.
Before my heart wall had turrets. Before my heart wall had defenses and gun mounts and cannons.
Before I had a wall around my heart at all.
kiss comes, unexpected but oh, so right. Fletch's mouth is inevitable,
lips on mine like fate herself stepped into the frame and ordered us to
do this. Logically, it makes no sense, but emotionally, it’s what the
universe dictates, the kiss aligning so many layers of my being that
it's almost painful how perfect this is.
His hands loosen
at my wrists, one threading its way through my hair, tugging just
enough to break the sensuality of this moment, but also brutal enough to
make my hips rise up and beg for more. His tongue is exploring me like
no good guy should, nothing but bad and filthy and raunchy and a promise
of slick, hot, no-holds-barred sex if I just let him in, just let him
try, just let him–
Just plain old let him.
But first, I have to let myself.
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic
comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books,
with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the
USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French
and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond. From
billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual,
goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from
Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping
her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a
romantic comedy). She lives in New England with her husband and three
children where she is the only person in the household with the gene
required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
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