Today we have the release blitz for RECKLESSLY EVER AFTER by Heather Van Fleet.
Check out the tour and grab your copy today!
Title: RECKLESSLY EVER AFTER
Author: Heather Van Fleet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Recklessly Ever After
Gavin St. James
After the hell I've been through in the Marines―in life―there's nothing I crave more than routine, stability, peace. Until McKenna Brewer walks into my life.
She's impulsive, fiery, tempting as hell, and everything I don't need. But when she offers me a night of no-strings-attached passion, I can't resist.
When our night together has unexpected consequences, I can't help but think this might be the perfect opportunity to show McKenna just how much I want her.
The only problem? She doesn't do forevers. But forever is exactly what I need with her.
Exclusive Excerpt
With a couple of
nineties rom-coms tucked inside my purse, and a fresh carton of Ben &
Jerry’s in a bag hanging off my forearm,
buried in the bottom of my purse, I was determined to make up for lost time.
I knocked twice,
like always. Once to make my presence known, and the next to make sure Max
wasn’t in there screwing one of his many flavors—though I didn’t see his car
either. Unlike every other time I’d stopped by, nobody answered…at least at
first. But then I heard it—a grunt, followed by a, fuck me and then an, I’m
coming, hold on.
“Oh, God.” I took a
step back, looking over my shoulder toward the driveway, more than ready to
run.
No, no, no. I knew
that voice.
There was no time to
escape, though, because a second later he was there. And quite frankly, my legs
weren’t capable of moving, either. Because the moment that door whipped open
and I saw him standing there, I was screwed with a capital S.
“McKenna…” He said
my name on an exhale, while his hypnotic green eyes raked over me in one long,
agonizing swoop. His cheeks grew bright red—making him look bashful and,
adorable, not the tough- guy like his friends tried to be. When he bowed his
head, I took a second to look him over too, frowning when I noted a clump of
black sticky, gooey stuff clinging to the ends of his lashes, and a smearing of
something shiny and red on the corners of his lips and clinging to his beard.
“H-hi.” I cleared my
throat, attempting to remember why I was there in the first place. His The
intensity emitting from this man tended
to make me forget pretty much everything.
“What are you doing
here?” He folded his arms over his massive chest. The same chest I’d touched…
The same chest I’d kissed…
I blinked.
“W-where’s Addie?”
He frowned and that
beard of his shifted, conforming with the movements of his jaw. “Grocery store.
She asked me to watch Chloe for half an hour.”
“You? Watch Chloe?”
I snorted.
“Yeah. Me.” His
eyebrows drew together as he propped one hand against the door frame, a dare in
his words that said, challenge Challenge me, and you will lose.
Except I highly
doubted this man could ever beat me in a match of wits. Regardless, he did have
had me mesmerized, like as always. His hotness, his coyness, the vulnerability
I knew he embodied… Total. Human. Catnip.
I swallowed, watching
his forearm flex. Gavin was humongous in every sense of the word. I may might
have been a little tipsy when we’d had sex, but the delicious soreness between
my legs the next morning proved that big was so very worth it.
My face grew hot at
the memory, my mouth opening and closing like a dunce’s. Who was I? Where was
I? And why the hell did I have an unexplainable urge to drop to my knees before
him?
Because you like
him.
I frowned and held
my chin up high. “Mind if I come in and make sure you didn’t tie the tyke up?”
Without waiting for a response, I ducked under his outstretched arm, holding my
breath as I did. Unfortunately, the air in my lungs did little to block the
heavenly, masculine smell he emitted. Spice, pine, soap… The combination made my
lady parts tingle and my head spin in remembrance.
I didn’t do men for
more than a night. Not anymore. Not since Penis-head Head Paul. So, what was my
issue? One and done, that’s the way it was supposed to be. Not third time’s a
charm, damn it.
Ignoring his
are-you-kidding-me- expression, I headed into the living room, finding the
coffee table filled with all things princess. Crowns, feather boas, fake
earrings, and… “Is that makeup?”
He cleared his
throat. “Yeah, um, give me a second, would ya?”
I grinned at him,
watching, yet again, as he bowed his head—this time rubbing at the clingy black
goo on his eyes and, yes, the red lipstick on his beard.
Oh. My. God.
He’d let the kid put
it on him?
Be still, my beating
heart.
Enter Heather’s Giveaway
About Heather Van Fleet
Heather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.
Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years. She is represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.
Connect with Heather
No comments:
Post a Comment