It’s release day for Jen McConnel’s Adventures Abroad series! Jen is sharing an exclusive excerpt about this fantastic travel romance series!
Four countries. Three girls. Three loves. One adventure abroad they'll never forget.
What Happens in London
Sarah landed in London, just hoping to leave her home behind and escape her family. But she didn't plan on falling headfirst into Carson's arms. Get ready for a summer of self-discovery and romance in the first of the New Adult novella series, Adventures Abroad! Praise for What Happens in London: "Travel through London with Sarah, you'll squee, laugh and swoon at her adventures, I know I did!"- Lisa Burstein, author of Sneaking Candy
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What Happens in Paris
Camie can't figure out what she wants, from college or life…until she meets Hunter. But will the magic of a romantic night in Paris last till the morning? Fall in love with the second novella in the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!
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What Happens in Berlin
Interrupting a summer of fun, Joelle takes a detour to Berlin for her older brother's wedding. Spending time with her family is enough to make anyone go a little crazy. She's ready to lose it...until she meets Vi, a girl ready to turn her world upside down. Follow her journey in the third installment of the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!
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What Happens Abroad
After a summer of fun, Camie, Joelle, and Sarah are ready to reunite in Italy for one last adventure, but heartbreak waits in the shadows of the cobblestone streets. Can Florence cast its spell and turn lost love into a final fling? Catch up with the girls in this final installment of the New Adult series about love, escape, and true friendship.
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Exclusive Excerpt
“Good
morning, sleeping beauty!” A familiar
voice cut across the street, and I winced.
Carson sauntered over to me, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a
Styrofoam cup in the other.
I
blinked at him, confused. “What are you
doing here?”
“You mentioned
where you were staying last night.”
I
frowned, trying to remember. “I did?”
He
slapped his hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “That’s the kind of welcome I get? A few
dances and the lady doesn’t even remember me!”
I
giggled, but pain shot through my head, and I winced.
Carson
handed me the cup and the bag. “I
thought you might need some hangover first-aid.
You do like coffee, right?”
I
nodded, taking the cup. “Actually, I
like tea better, but coffee’s okay.”
Carson
laughed. “Here I was trying to please
your American sensibilities.” He shook
his head ruefully. “If you want tea,
we’ll find tea for you. That’s one thing
we never run short of in London.”
I
chuckled, taking a cautious sip. It was
warm, but not too hot, and I took another swallow of the coffee. “What’s in the bag?”
“Hangover
cure. I told you.”
I
peeked inside. “A croissant?”
“Not
just any croissant. It’s a chocolate
croissant; you’ll love it.”
I took
a tentative bite of the flaky pastry, and then I grinned up at Carson. “Oh my God.
This is so good.”
He
laughed. “I thought you’d like it. At least I was right about half the
breakfast.”
“The
coffee’s good, too.” I took another sip
to prove my point.
“That’s
good.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. We started to walk, and I hurried to finish
the food. Taking the aspirin out of my
bag, I popped a pill in my mouth and washed it down with coffee. Carson grinned at me. “Feeling better?”
I
nodded, surprised that my head had calmed down.
“Yeah. I thought it was a
migraine.”
“Just
a hangover. We drank a lot last night.”
I
flushed, remembering the feeling of his hands running all over me on the dance
floor. “It was fun.”
“It
was more than fun.” His eyes sparkled,
and his fingers began tracing lazy circles on my shoulder.
I
shivered in delight. “So,” I said,
trying to keep the quiver out of my voice, “what did you want to do today?”
His
eyes danced wickedly. “Well”—he lowered his face to mine—“there are a few
things I’ve had in mind,” he whispered, close enough that I could feel the
vibration of his words against my skin.
Hangover forgotten, I shut my eyes and parted my lips. After a moment, I
felt him exhale against my mouth, and then his lips were pressed to mine.
The
kiss was sweet and deep, and my body felt electric. God, so this is what I’d been missing all
those years? I pressed my lips to his hungrily, but then he pulled back gently
and smiled.
Jen McConnel Bio
A Michigander by birth, Jen McConnel now makes her home in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She writes NA, including the recently released Adventures Abroad series (Bloomsbury Spark), the award winning YA novel Beautiful Curse, and various other works. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on her yoga mat or wandering off on another adventure. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time.
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