Happy Thursday, loves! Today I've got Jewel Quinlan popping in for a visit with her Boy Toy *wink*
The
Cougar Journals Book 2
by
Jewel Quinlan from Evernight Publishing
Blurb: Left hot, bothered, and disappointed by
Grant—the man she had high hopes for—Ava breaks up with him and heads out on a
ski weekend with a group of friends. Harrison, a twenty-three year old member
of the group, can’t help but take notice of her and makes advances. Some of
which Ava can’t brush aside when they are stuck sharing a room together. Will
she give in to Harrison’s moves or go home and work things out with Grant?
Where
you can buy Boy Toy:
iBooks or add it to your shelf on Goodreads
Enjoy this excerpt from Boy
Toy:
The covers shifted again and I could feel
the section near me, behind my back, lifting as he scooted closer. The warmth
of his body was settled very close to and almost against mine, mirroring my
shape like a puzzle piece. His voice was a low whisper in my ear, a
single-syllable question. “Spoon?”
My mind went through rapid-fire
calculations. Spoon? What would be the consequences of that? Should I do it? I
churned through the outcomes of either saying yes or no but, after a moment,
threw my pros and cons list out the window as the conclusion of, what the hell, why not? came to me. He
was cute and I could use a little spooning. It wasn’t something I got to do
often.
“Mm-hm.” I scooted backward into his
embrace.
He slid his hand around my waist, his
fingers sliding along my rib cage all the way around until he was cupping my
other side. Then he nestled his face in my hair and inhaled my scent. “You
smell nice,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I murmured back. For some reason
I kept my voice low as if talking too loud would break the spell. It felt so
good to have all six feet of his firm body stretched along mine. Even pressed
against my back I could sense the various muscles making contact with me. The
slow rhythm of his breath just skimming my ear was nice. I let go of all the
typical female questions that rose up in my mind at the scenario and enjoyed the
moment.
There had been so many times in my life I
had imagined waking up in bed with my husband just like this, feeling a new day
awakening with me safe and cozy in my true love’s arms. It was one of those
dreams that, now, was becoming painful to replay as my singleness continued to
stretch out year after year. In a moment like this it was easy to take it out
of the closet, dust it off, and use it as a sort of atmosphere to what was
actually going on. When things like this happened it reinforced the fact that I
really did want to get married. It was just a matter of Mr. Right showing up.
No matter how my logical mind kept trying to force Grant into the shape of that
hole, my true self stood back shaking its head and saying, “It’s not going to
work. There’s too big of an issue there.”
After a few minutes of laying in silence
together with the rise and fall of our chests matching, I could feel myself
starting to slip away again into dreamland. But then Harrison shifted his hips,
scooting closer to my backside. My eyes shot open as it registered exactly what
was pressing against my ass and lower back.
Morning
wood!
About
the Author:
Restless
by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so
far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not
typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she
likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua;
Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with
the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her
canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your
enjoyment.
**Jewel
will be attending RomCon 2015 in Denver CO September 25-27. Readers can get tickets
to sit with her at the reader luncheon event.
For
more information about Jewel Quinlan
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