Friday, October 29, 2021

Until Mic by Evan Grace @Evan76Grace @boomfactorypub @GiveMeBooksPR

 




Title: Until Mic
A Happily Ever Alpha World Novel
Author: Evan Grace
Publisher: Boom Factory Publishing, LLC
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 29, 2021


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Michael “Mic” Griffin is feeling restless. He’s watched all of his brothers succumb to the BOOM, but it’s not for him, or is it? When the wives and girlfriends of his brothers decide to take him to Teasers for his birthday, that one night will change his life forever.

The moment he sees Quinn, he recognizes her immediately as the girl he spent an amazing weekend with while he was on leave eleven years ago. When they meet to talk, she throws him for a loop—they have a daughter, and she’s the identical twin of her beautiful mother, and it’s love at first sight.

As Mic spends time with Quinn and Maci, he begins to fall deeper in love with both of them but when a threat presents itself, he’ll stop at nothing to protect his girls—from anyone that tries to take them away from him.

Quinn Hughes has done everything in her life for her daughter. Being a single mother has been hard, but she’d do it all over again for her girl. The night she runs into Michael again she’s so happy to finally be able to tell him about their amazing daughter—to her pleasure he wants to know Maci and jumps headfirst into parenthood.

Until Mic, Quinn didn’t think happy endings existed for her, but as the three of them head toward theirs, a threat from her past tries to tear theirs apart—one thing they don’t know is that Quinn is a fighter, and that’s what she intends to do for her family.

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A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed book nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but one day an idea came into her head and a writing career was born. She’s a sucker for happily ever afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. Evan loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to that satisfying, swoony ending.

When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Joanna Wylde, Madeline Sheehan and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV shows and life.

She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and Evan, a cook, a tutor, a friend and a writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.


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Grave Mistake by Nikki Landis @landisnikkiauth @GiveMeBooksPR




Title: Grave Mistake
Series: Royal Bastards MC: Tonopah, NV #7
Author: Nikki Landis
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 28, 2021


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Sometimes vengeance isn't enough.
There are times when a man is forced to choose the wrong side of the law.
When everything is stripped away and ruthless, cold revenge is all that remains.
They call me Wraith for a reason.
When people need to disappear, I'm the one that's called in.
I move through the shadows and strike without mercy.
But taking what is mine and leaving me for dead?
Yeah, that’s a grave mistake.
There's no holding back now.
I might have a hell of a lot to lose but it's nothing compared to the suffering I’ll unleash.
Halloween is a time when the devil likes to come out and play.
But the devil never counted on one of his own beating him at his own game.







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Dark. Soul-Binding. Heart-Throbbing Romance.

Nikki Landis is the International Bestselling & Multi Award-Winning Author of over 50 romance novels in the MC, reverse harem, paranormal, dystopian, and science fiction genres. Her books feature dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires and the feisty, independent women they love. There's heart-throbbing action on every page as well as fated mates and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire.


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Monday, October 18, 2021

One Eye Series: Ruthless Kings MC: Atlantic City #3 by K.L. Savage @klsavage_author @givemebookspr




Title: One Eye
Series: Ruthless Kings MC: Atlantic City #3
Author: K.L. Savage
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense/Organized Crime
Release Date: October 15, 2021


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I had her and I lost her.
That’s what pain and fear does to someone; they make someone run.
And Alicia ran far...
Taking my heart with her.

We agreed we both had things to work on, but to be honest, I didn’t know how to improve.
She did.
She fought for us. She got stronger. She did what she said.
I lied.

The truth is... I’m not the man she needs me to be.
And I don’t know how to be it.
I’m hideous. I’m a monster. My face is abnormal.
Who could love a man with one eye?
Who could love a man that’s... bad on the inside?
I’m a rotten soul.

But she turns this rotten soul into something more.
She gives me hope.
Until she dares to move on from me.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Make no mistake, she’s mine.
And she’s about to learn what happens when someone pisses off a beast.
They become the monster they were born to be.

But just as I have her, someone from her past comes looking for something that no longer exists.
Wedding bells ring in the distance.
And they aren’t mine.
No one marries her, but me.

I, object.







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K.L. Savage decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.

They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Climbing the Ranks by Nicole James @Nicole_James1 @GiveMeBooksPR




Title: Climbing the Ranks
Series: Royal Bastards MC: Durango, CO #2
Author: Nicole James
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 26, 2021


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“No knight in shining armor is coming to rescue me. If I want to get out of this revolting place, I’ll have to save myself. He was supposed to be my escape, but now he has my heart under lock and key.” -Isabella

TREZ-

I’ve climbed my way back from the bottom rungs of the hell I once lived. I’ve treated the symptoms, my drug addiction, but have yet to forgive myself for the cause. I’ve buried it six feet under, but I know it’s there haunting me. I killed my mom, even if it was an accident.

Now it’s time to prove myself to my father and my club, the Royal Bastards MC. He put me in charge of a deal with the Hell’s Bandits MC. Now I must prove I can handle the responsibility. I must convince them I can do it. But can I convince myself that I deserve it?

That won’t matter, if I can’t even manage the deal. A sexy little vixen whispers secrets of betrayal and suddenly the problems keep piling up. She’ll give me the information I need in exchange for her escape. She has me questioning everything and wondering if I’ll be willing to free her from my grasp when the time comes. Is she the thing I so desperately need to finally be rid of my demons?








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The music changes, becoming a slower, more erotic beat that reminds every man in the room of sex.
I’m trying to keep an eye on Savage, when I see the expressions of my brothers who are facing the stage. I follow their gaze. The girl has her back to us and she’s slowly pulling down the zipper at her spine. Every eye in the room follows its trail as it leaves behind a widening swath of soft bare skin.
If this is a distraction for something, it’s a good one, because we’re all hypnotized.
She slips the flounce down her arms and drops the top. The skirt of the dress stays up, still tight at her waist, but her naked back is exposed to us. She lifts her arms, twining her hands above her head. The position exposes the sides of her breasts to us and every man here is holding his breath waiting for her to turn. She peers over her shoulder coquettishly and I know she’s got some skills at this. Then she bends at the waist and flips her skirt up giving us just a flash before whirling, her arms crossed over her chest. She taunts and teases, then spins again, and when she turns back to face us, she’s got the front of the dress pulled up, exposing her barely there thong, but covering her breasts.
The fact that she teases us with just a glimpse of each delicious portion of her fantastic body is all the more enticing than if she’d bared herself naked. I’m shocked by the fact, but it’s true.
If this were a strip club, bills would be raining at her feet, but not here. Here, the men don’t figure they have to pay. Or maybe, like me, they know she wouldn’t see a dime of it, it’d all go straight into Savage’s pocket. Screw that.
If it wasn’t the case, I’d gladly give over the entire contents of my wallet to keep this dance going.
Some Hell’s Bandit from the back of the room cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Show us everything.”
She turns her back on us and one arm reaches back, undoing whatever’s holding up that skirt, because it falls to the floor in a billowing red poof.
Her pale fire curls brush the top of her cheeks, where those sexy little dimples lay. The tiny thong hiding nothing.
Her heart shaped bottom is freaking amazing, but still we haven’t seen everything. She turns to face us with her hands cupping her breasts, hiding them from us.
Her eyes lock on mine and she licks her lips, and then sucks the plump lower one between her teeth as she stalks slowly toward me.
The thought that this may be a distraction runs through my bloodless brain and I hiss to Utah, “Watch our backs.”
He’s just as enthralled, but manages to pull his eyes from the girl long enough to check the room. I flick my own gaze to search out Savage, but find him standing to the side just as enthralled by her body as every other man in the room.
Hell, the room could catch on fire and not a man in the place would notice.






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Nicole James is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who'll do anything for the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink Tattoo series and more.

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1012 Curvy Way by Shaw Hart & Cameron Hart @authorshawhart @inkslingerpr

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Title: 1012 Curvy Way

Author: Shaw Hart & Cameron Hart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Ken Coleman has a problem.   He’s the town doctor in Cherry Falls, which is normally a pretty fun job, only his nurse just retired and now his easy-going routine is shattered and he’s desperate to find someone to fill the position.   He’s focused on keeping his clinic running smoothly but a certain raven haired beauty is wreaking havoc with his concentration.   Gracie just might be the solution.   Gracie owns the local flower shop and she lives to create the perfect bouquet that can brighten someone’s day. When she notices how stressed-out Dr. Coleman is, she decides to do what she does best and send him flowers.   The two of them grow close but work commitments and Ken’s too high standards it might just be too much for them to overcome.   Will she be able to convince him to slow down and smell the roses? 

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Damn, I’m tired. It’s just exhaustion or stress. I’m just… weary. Down to my bones. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I feel like I’m waiting for something to shake me up, and the longer I go without it, the more restless I get. But that’s crazy talk. I just need to get my head in the game, get through these patients, file paperwork, authorize prescriptions, and… “Fuck,” I mutter. It takes a great deal of effort to pull myself back from the edge of panic. Finishing up in the exam room, I head back up front to file Mrs. Pierce’s chart. I look around the waiting room to see if we’ve had any walk-ins or emergencies but it’s empty. It’s also messy with old magazines spread across the coffee table and end table, someone’s old coffee cup on another end table and the toys that we have for the kids scattered in the corner. I make a mental note to clean up when I have a chance and smile at Juniper when I head past her desk. “Pretty flowers,” I comment, spying the big flower arrangement on top of her desk. “From Jacob?” I guess and she frowns and shakes her head. “No, actually they’re for you.” I freeze, wondering if I misheard her. “For me?” “Yeah, that’s what the card says anyway,” she says as she stands and grabs the bouquet to double-check. I blink a few times and then close my mouth, not realizing my jaw was hanging wide open. Clearing my throat, I get myself somewhat together and slip the chart I was holding back onto the shelf. When I turn around, I expect Juniper to say they are actually for her. “Yeah, they’re for you,” she confirms, giving me a knowing smile. I frown, not sure what to make of this.  

About Shaw Hart:

Shaw Hart is an Amazon Top 100 best-selling author of contemporary and New Adult romance. She loves writing instalove romances that always end in happily ever afters. She lives in a constant state of motion, chasing after her two children and three dogs. Shaw enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends. When she’s not doing that, she’s reading romance books, watching stand up comedies or crime TV shows. Her favorite book tropes are secret baby and boss/employee romances. She’s a big fan of James Acaster, Anthony Jeselnik, Nate Bargatze, and John Mulaney’s comedy. Her favorite TV shows are Psych, Burn Notice, Leverage, Barry, Bob’s Burgers, and New Girl. She’s a Pinterest addict, dog lover, tea snob, and a wannabe yogi. She also writes contemporary romance books under the pen name, Rebecca Wilder, and she’s one half of the paranormal romance duo, Skye Alder.  

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Hello. I'm Cameron Hart, and I write sweet steamy romances. I’m a USA Today Bestselling author with over forty books available. I write romance with lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. I graduated from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop in 2012 with a degree in creative writing. When I’m not working on my next book, I can be found reading, crocheting, doing yoga, and chasing around my grumpy cat.  

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Monday, October 11, 2021

That Girl by Jennilynn Wyer @JennilynnWyer @GiveMeBooksPR

 




Title: That Girl
Series: The Montgomerys #1
Author: Jennilynn Wyer
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 11, 2021


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That Girl is the winner of the Chesapeake Romance Writers 2021 Rudy Award for Romantic Suspense and a Contemporary Romance Writers 2021 Stiletto Finalist!

I was that girl; the one from a broken home who lived on the poor side of town. He was that guy; NFL football quarterback and Mr. Popular. He told me he would never leave. He lied. Now he’s back. But I’m not that girl anymore.

Aurora St. Claire is that girl. The one who excels at academics. The one from a broken home who lives on the bad side of town. The one with an alcoholic mother who couldn’t care less if she existed. The one with an abusive older sister who would give her bruises instead of hugs. The one who keeps to the shadows, trying not to be seen.

Sometimes the best families are the ones you create, not the ones you are born into. Aurora never knows what a true family is like until she has one suddenly thrust upon her at the age of eighteen. It takes a single revelation from a stranger to change her life forever.

Then, JD Hallstead comes barreling into her life. He is everything she never thought she wanted, but everything she craves. That is, until the day he destroys her and leaves her heart to burn to ashes in his wake. What is the adage? The flip side of love is hate. Well, her hate burns bright, and it has a name: Jackson Dillon Hallstead.

JD Hallstead is that guy. The one who is Mr. Popular and Quarterback King of Highland High. The one voted class president and most likely to succeed. The one who girls go crazy over and guys want to be. The one with a controlling, abusive father who will go to any lengths to keep his son in check. The one with the secrets.

Aurora is the girl JD has secretly crushed on for years. It takes a friend’s tragic death to bring Aurora and JD together. It takes JD’s secrets to tear them apart. Aurora tells JD everybody leaves. He promises her he never will.

He lied.

Now, JD will do anything, fight anyone, give up everything, to get Aurora back. Aurora said JD broke her heart. Who better than him to put it back together?

But the thing about secrets is that they always come back to haunt you. The question is: How far will JD go to protect the woman he loves before those secrets destroy them all?

Reader’s Warning: That Girl is an enemies-to-lovers, second chance romance with scorching heat that will melt your Kindle and enough twists and turns to keep you guessing what will happen next. It takes place after the conclusion of Broken Butterfly, Fallen Brook Series, Book 3. Even though the book can be read on its own, fans of the Fallen Brook Series will love seeing some of their favorite characters return! That Girl touches upon topics that may be triggering to some readers such as flashbacks to an attempted sexual assault, child neglect and abuse, and violence. The story also contains foul language and sexual content. Any sexual intimacy between the main characters is consensual. For these reasons, the book is recommended for readers aged 17+.







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The Past

I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone. – Robin Williams

Have you ever had one of those days where your anger caused you to do something really dumb? Like, monumentally stupid and so incredibly counterproductive to how you try to live your life that you would sell your soul for a do-over? That, in a nutshell, is what my day has become.
Sitting cross-legged on the nicely manicured grass of the town’s cemetery, I clutch the torn, ratty cardigan tightly around my shoulders and hunker down. If I raise my knees up and bend over, I can create a warm pocket of air between my legs by draping the thin sweater over my head and exhaling a warm breath.
I hate being cold. It reminds me of all the times Mom neglected to pay our electricity bill and our power would be subsequently shut off for weeks at a time. Mom has… had a habit of neglecting to do a lot of things like that. Her lack of parental responsibility went beyond not paying the bills to keep the electricity on and the water running in our apartment. She also forgot to buy groceries most weeks.
I have too many memories as a child of going to bed hungry, of spending countless nights shaking uncontrollably on the single, bare mattress that served as my bed. No sheets. No covers. Nothing to help warm me up on the long, dark nights of winter when the temperatures outside would drop below freezing.
On the flipside, I don’t mind the heat of summertime—the resulting sweat as it drips down my neck, my back, the side of my face at the dip of my temple. I can tolerate those sensations. But not the biting shivers that the cold brings. The violent way one’s body shudders, trying to warm itself up. Sweat, I can wipe away. Trying to stop my teeth from chattering is futile. It sucks. The damp grass below me, soaking into the denim material of my jeans, isn’t helping either. It just makes me colder and is another reminder of who I am and where I come from.
I’ve gotten very good at figuring out ways to stay warm, especially on cool, September afternoons like today. An early cold front moved through yesterday, dropping temperatures by twenty degrees. The winters here in Highland, North Carolina are unfortunately worse. When I’m not at school, there is really nothing much I can do to escape the frigid cold that winter brings unless I’m able to sneak into a gas station or a fast-food bathroom and run the hand dryer for a few minutes.
As much as I hate being cold, I’m better off out here than at home. I would gladly sleep out in the middle of a blizzard if it meant I never had to go back there. I hate home even more than I hate being cold.
I trace the block letters on the flat, one-by-two-foot concrete slab in front of me. The ones that spell out CAMERON BOLLINGER—my best friend since I was five.
Cameron and I grew up right next door to each other in the shitty, rundown apartments that no one in their right mind would ever want to live in if they had a choice. Drug deals in the middle of the parking lot are still a common daily occurrence, as are what seems like monthly police raids.
“Hey, Cam,” I say as I pull on a few weeds that have sprung up around his headstone.
Ripping off the foliated leaves of a cat’s ear dandelion, I pinch off the stem to one of the yellow flowers. It’s ironic that something most people consider to be an ugly, unwanted garden pest has flowers that look like a cheerful sunburst and emit a sweet aroma.
If I were to wax poetic, I would say that Cameron is… was much like a dandelion’s flower. At first glance, the rough, crinkled leaves are broad and ugly. But if you take the time to look closer, you will see that the weed is quite beautiful. The plant is hardy and resourceful. It blooms bright yellow flowers that have velvety-soft petals. Unlike the bitter, unpleasant stench of ragweed, a dandelion’s fragrance has hints of citrus and rose.
Placing the dandelion on top of Cameron’s headstone, I look down at the bruised knuckles on my right hand; they are slightly swollen and sore. I flex my fingers a few times, somewhat mesmerized at the stinging, cramping pain that follows.
“I’m so tired, Cam. And I’m angry. So very angry at her for taking you away from me. Angry at you for leaving me here by myself. Angry at him for not stopping you that night.”
It’s been a little over two months, and the pain of losing my best friend is just as strong as the night Cam’s mom called to tell me that he had been hit by a drunk driver on his way home from a party.
The drunk driver was my mother. The impact with Cam’s car sent both of their vehicles careening into a light pole. Cam was killed on impact. I was told my mother died shortly after paramedics arrived on scene.
I found out later that Cam had also been drinking and driving. That pisses me off to no end because he never drank, especially during football season. Cam was a defensive cornerback for our high school football team, and he took his training seriously. He was good enough that last year during our junior year of high school, college scouts had been eyeing him. He had so much to look forward to, a bright future ahead of him.
Unlike Cam, my mother’s prospects of having a better life were next to zero. She knew no other existence than the one at the bottom of a vodka bottle. The fact that she would be reckless and careless enough to get behind the wheel of a car while intoxicated doesn’t surprise me. Mom would come home most nights, stumbling drunk and barely coherent. It was a normal state of being for her. And she wasn’t one of those happy drunks, either. Nope. My mother was a mean, nasty drunk. Add in an older sister who would rather hit me than hug me, and a father who split town when I was two years old—let’s just say my home life had much to be desired.
When the accident that killed both Cam and my mom happened, I had just turned eighteen, so was considered an adult in the eyes of the law. Thankfully, Child Protective Services didn’t get involved because I was ‘of age.’ Mentally, I had already been an adult for a very long time.
Growing up fast happens when you live in an abusive, broken home.
The day after Cam’s funeral, his mom packed everything up and moved out of their apartment. Part of me wanted to beg her to take me with her. She had always been more of a mother to me than my own.
Some days I wish so badly to run away from this town and never look back. Highland, North Carolina has its fair share of small-town charm and neighborly people, but those people tend to gloss over and ignore those of us who live across the proverbial train tracks. And as much as I would love to leave Highland in search of greener pastures, so to speak, I can’t. Not yet.
See, here’s the problem. I’m smart. And being smart means that I know running away would be stupid. And I’m not stupid. I have a plan, and that plan involves finishing high school and graduating. I’m lucky enough to be districted to the top high school in the state, even though I live in the decrepit part of town located just on the outer fringes of Highland.
There are too many opportunities at Highland High for me to pack my stuff and walk away—as much as I would love to. If I can just hold on for another nine months, keep my head down, keep studying hard, I’ll graduate as Valedictorian. I’ll have accrued about two years of college credits from all the AP exams I’ve taken since ninth grade. And my one hope, the goal I have been working toward and fighting so hard for, is to get a full ride to Duke. Our school’s guidance counselor tells me that I have a good chance of that happening. And then I’ll finally be able to leave this godforsaken place that has shown me nothing but misery and pain.
I lean over and kiss Cam’s headstone, the cold, gray concrete causing me to shiver. “I’ve got to get to work,” I tell him.
I have to be at Ruby’s Diner soon for my five-to-ten shift. My meager income as a waitress is the only thing that’s keeping the lights on in the apartment I still share with my sister, the water running, and food on the table. Not that peanut butter, a loaf of bread, and instant noodles are anything to write home about, but at least I’m not starving.
I wince when my sore hand protests as I lift myself off the ground. I have a feeling that I’ll be using my left hand a lot at work tonight. The discomfort I feel puts a tiny smile across my face. I don’t like receiving attention in any form, and I definitely do not like to be noticed.
I used to be bullied a lot in elementary school and junior high because of where I lived and who my mother was. Cam tried his best to protect me, but he couldn’t be with me every second of every day.
Things settled down once we got to high school and Cam was on the football team. No one messed with the football players or their friends. It didn’t matter anyway. By the time I hit second grade, I had developed a thick skin and an almost impenetrable wall around my heart.
I became hardened to the stupid name-calling and daily taunts that greeted me as soon as I walked into the school building. I developed survival skills and learned how to defend myself. A shove into a locker while walking down the school hallway didn’t faze me. I had it so much worse at home from both my mother and my sister. The immature crap flung at me at school was nothing compared to what I had to live through at home every day of the week.
Over the years, I also got particularly good at blending into the background and sticking to the shadows. So just imagine the scandal I created an hour ago in the student parking lot at school, when seemingly meek, quiet me punched JD Hallstead in his too-gorgeous-for-his-own-good face.

Excerpt from That Girl, Chapter 1, copyright 2021 by Jennilynn Wyer






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Jennilynn Wyer is the winner of the Chesapeake Romance Writers 2021 Rudy Award for Romantic Suspense and a two-time Contemporary Romance Writers Stiletto Finalist. She is an author of steamy and emotional Young Adult, New Adult and College, and Contemporary Romantic fiction. She lives with her family in the Gulf States, is married to a Brit, and you can usually find her in her favorite reading spot, e-reader in hand, with the latest romance novel. Her Teen and Young Adult books are written under the pen name of J.L. Wyer. She is an active educator, researcher, and environmental scientist who enjoys lecturing, teaching, and sharing her love of science with students and the public. Her Fallen Brook High School YA Series under the pen name, J.L. Wyer, was inspired by readers who wanted their teenagers to be able to enjoy the characters and story. The YA series is the result and is a reimagining of the adult Fallen Brook Series suitable for a teenage and YA audience aged 15+.


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