(Almost Bad Boys #1-3)
Publication date: May 24th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
This Omnibus Edition collects the three Almost Bad Boys books into a single package: Almost Matched, Almost Broken Up, andAlmost Too Far.
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How to describe this hilarious and sexy series in just one sentence?
A martini glass of sizzling romance, a jigger of suspense and crime, perfectly shaken with a twist of wacky humor.
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By popular demand from my readers, I wrote an additional scene for Almost Matched: COLIN AND NATALIE’S FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER. The bedroom doors are cracked open for you to sneak in and, I don’t know… hide behind the curtain maybe?
This exclusive scene has never been published before and is only included in this Omnibus.
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~ ALMOST MATCHED: Would you take another shot at love? Or just settle on a friend with benefits?
~ ALMOST BROKEN UP: How far would you go to protect the one you love?
~ ALMOST TOO FAR: Where would you draw the line between love and trust?
**
How to describe this hilarious and sexy series in just one sentence?
A martini glass of sizzling romance, a jigger of suspense and crime, perfectly shaken with a twist of wacky humor.
**
By popular demand from my readers, I wrote an additional scene for Almost Matched: COLIN AND NATALIE’S FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER. The bedroom doors are cracked open for you to sneak in and, I don’t know… hide behind the curtain maybe?
This exclusive scene has never been published before and is only included in this Omnibus.
**
~ ALMOST MATCHED: Would you take another shot at love? Or just settle on a friend with benefits?
~ ALMOST BROKEN UP: How far would you go to protect the one you love?
~ ALMOST TOO FAR: Where would you draw the line between love and trust?
Excerpts:
Colin's
POV:
I
don’t know how long I stand in the shower. Hot water burns my skin, evoking red
splotches all over me. But I welcome the sensation, because it lets me
concentrate on something other than Faith’s death. I put my palms on the wall
and hang my head down under the water. I watch the water run down the drain by
my feet. Someone pounds on the door again, but I ignore it. Maybe the same girl
as before? Or maybe another girl. I don’t care, because the only girl that I
want to see now is dead.
Natalie's
POV:
opening
line:
What
doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. This is
such bullshit. If something is about to kill you, it will scar you for life.
There is no strength coming from terrifying experiences. Maybe that saying
should be more specific and read something like What seriously kicks
your ass makes you stronger. Yeah, that makes more sense.
another
excerpt:
Colin
wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk to the bar, where three
twenty-something, shirtless, attractive bartenders put on a real performance.
Seriously, it should be forbidden to be as hot as these guys are. They are
causing something close to a mass hysteria among the females clustered around
the bar.
While
two of the bartenders wait on the customers, the third one impressively juggles
four shot glasses up in the air. He finally puts them down, swiftly jumps on
the bar, and falls onto his knees in front of a group of tipsy, screaming girls
who still look like teenagers.
He
sits back on his heels and grins at the girls. His distressed jeans tightly hug
his strong legs, and his muscular, naked torso and well-defined arms make me
want to join the wild females. I quickly snatch a glance at Colin, but he
doesn’t seem to mind me drooling. Or at least he’s smarter than showing any signs
of jealousy over this.
One
of the women leans forward and tries to kiss the bartender’s washboard stomach,
but he stops her, laughing. Another bartender hands him a bottle of Frangelico
and a tiny glass. The guy on the counter makes a production of pouring the
liquor into the glass, while slowly and seductively swinging his hips to the
music. The women are going wild. By now there is a big crowd of them, trying to
squeeze in closer. The bartender chooses one girl, leans forward and whispers
something to her. She nods, and opens her mouth. He touches the glass to her
lips and pours the Frangelico into her mouth.
Her
friends cheer and demand the same treatment. They stick money behind the
bartender’s jeans waistband, as if he is a stripper. Well, he acts like one.
Soon he collects an impressive amount of bills. I see mostly tens and twenties.
He jumps off the bar and switches places with one of his co-workers—a gorgeous
African American guy with dreadlocks. The women hoot and clap in delight.
another
excerpt:
Before
I even open my eyes again, I feel a certain change around me. It startles me. I
look up and see the Black Leather dude standing in front of me, hands in his
jacket pocket, feet wide apart. I instinctively look around before snarling at
him, “Hey, what’s your problem?”
I
start to stand up, but he pushes me down. I hit my head on the building wall
and shriek, “Fuck off! Help! Somebody, anybody! Help me!” I swat at his arm and
kick him hard in the shin. I kick again, but he side steps. I make sure he
can’t get close to me again. I have strong legs that can do a lot of damage
when needed.
There
are two couples at the end of the street, about twenty yards away. They turn,
and I see the guys running toward us, the girls following behind.
“Tell
that fucking boyfriend of yours that Razor is back,” the Black Leather hisses
through his clenched teeth. His hands are curled into tight fists. There are
letters and symbols on each knuckle. “This is just the beginning. He will pay
for what he did to her.”
My
voice gets stuck in my throat. He did to whom? Her? Who? Colin?
To whom? But my brain must be working overtime, because I lift my hand
that clutches my cell phone and snap the picture of his snarling face. He
swears and tries to grab the phone, but I kick again, and the guys who heard me
yell for help are getting close, shouting, “Hey, what’s going on?” They are
only a few feet away.
x-rated
excerpt:
Colin
enters my bathroom and leans against the door jam with his shoulder, ankles
crossed, hands in his pants pockets. I meet his eyes in the mirror. There is an
unmistakable pure appreciation in his eyes for what he sees. One corner of his
mouth lifts up just a notch, and he tilts his head to the side. His gaze
travels up and down my body, and my heart skips a beat. Or more like five.
“What?”
I laugh.
Slowly,
he brings his hand to his mouth and absentmindedly traces his lower lip with
his thumb. Such a small gesture, and I start to melt inside. My boyfriend is a
sexy beast without even trying to be. Colin pushes himself off the doorframe
and, biting his lip, unhurriedly moves closer. He stands behind me and wraps
his arms around me, bending down to press light kisses to the back of my neck.
I
take a sharp breath and feel that familiar slow, lazy heat starting to spread
from my chest all the way down to my sex. “You’re going to mess up my hair,” I
whisper feebly.
“I’m
afraid so,” he whispers back. His lips burn a trail over my shoulder. He cups
my breasts and pinches my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress and bra.
I
moan and close my eyes. Screw the hair. I press my back against his growing
erection and I know where we are heading.
It
feels so natural, so right. Colin and I belong together, no matter what demons
from the past we are battling. I turn around and look at him, my palms over his
chiseled chest. He is so beautiful, with his dreamy eyes, sparkling with
anticipation. He leans in, and our lips crush.
A
hurricane of our sexual energy is unleashed. We are all lips, and hands, and
tongues, and impatient, short breaths. My dress flies off me, and the hairpins
slide out of my hair. Colin’s fingers loosen down what’s left of my bun, and I
feel my hair tumble down to my back and shoulders. He lifts me up and sits me
on the bathroom counter. His lips are on my nipple, and I feel his teeth
grazing it through the thin fabric of my lace bra. The sensation is exquisite.
It forces any thoughts out of my brain, except for one: I want this man so
badly; right now; right here.
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AUTHOR BIO:
A.O. Peart is the author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction novels, including NA contemporary romantic comedy series AlmostBad Boys. She writes in multiple adult, NA, and YA genres: contemporary, paranormal, urban fantasy, and short stories.
Angela was born and raised in Poland. She now lives in the Seattle area with her family and a chronically curious cat.
She describes herself as European born, American by choice.
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Angela was born and raised in Poland. She now lives in the Seattle area with her family and a chronically curious cat.
She describes herself as European born, American by choice.
Find Angela here:
https://www.angelapeart.com
https://www.facebook.com/
https://twitter.com/#!/Angela_
https://plus.google.com/u/0/
http://pinterest.com/
GIVEAWAY:
Very sexy excerpt, thanks for sharing
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