Title: Almost Matched (Almost Bad
Boys #1)
Author: A. O. Peart
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Romance
TAG
LINE:
Would you take another shot at love?
Or just settle on a friend with benefits?
TEASER
LINE:
Their heart-rending past will move
you. Their passion will make you blush. Their antics will make you laugh out
loud.
BLURB:
Twenty-five-year-old Natalie
Davenport lugs substantial baggage. One boyfriend after the next has been a
total disaster, leaving Natalie distrustful toward the male population in
general. So when Colin Hampton crosses her path, she’s cautious. Her heart (and
some other body parts!) nudges her to go for it, while her head wants her to
run for the hills.
Colin is one of those gorgeous guys
who attract women, no matter the age or marital status. With a successful
career at a popular Seattle radio station, hard body, and charming personality,
he is the complete package. But something dark lurks in the corners of his
soul; some murky experience that has changed him—maybe for the better, but
maybe for the worse.
Will he steal her heart and stomp
over it like other guys did?
Will she let him into her heavily
fortified world despite herself?
Or will they settle somewhere in the
middle—establishing the emotional boundaries to protect them from falling in
love?
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Disclaimer
This contemporary romantic comedy
blends humor, sensuality, and angst, with zany characters and witty dialogue.
You will laugh out loud while blushing in embarrassment.
**Warning: contains sexual
situations (some quite vivid!), profanity, and a high dose of sarcasm. Oh, and
there is a lot of appletini and beer drinking.
May not be appropriate for readers
under 18 years old. Not intended for prudes and killjoys with no sense of
humor**
Author
Bio:
A.O. Peart writes in multiple YA and
NA genres, including paranormal, fantasy, urban fantasy, contemporary, sci-fi,
and short stories. Almost Matched, book one in the Almost Bad Boys series is
her first New Adult contemporary novella. The action takes place in
Seattle--the city which she came to call her home. She describes
herself as European born, American by choice.
Author
Links:
Excerpt:
He
shrugs a little and takes my hand in his. “I wanted to make this evening special.”
Colin’s voice is low. Seductive?
Holy
Mother of Sweet Jesus, I’m about to start hyperventilate. Heat stirs in my
belly and lazily drenches down all the way to my underwear. These bright-blue
eyes half-hooded under his lids tell me exactly what’s on his mind. My own mind
eagerly nods her approval. I look at his lips and immediately imagine them on
mine, on my neck, along my collarbone. Oh, no, that doesn’t help me keep
control.
He’s
so close to me, and then he stands up, pulling me to my feet. “Come.”
What’s
going on? I obey, keeping my eyes on Colin. He smiles and blows out the
candles. We walk to the living room, where upbeat salsa music comes out from
the stereo.
“Do
you dance salsa?” He stands in front of me, holding my both hands in his.
“Some.”
I laugh and follow his lead.
Colin’s
movements are fluid and sensual. He has an excellent sense of rhythm. I can’t
stop beaming, while my eyes keep darting to his swaying to the beat hips. Wow,
he can cook and he can dance.
He
presses me to him and spins us around twice. I squeal and beseech my feet not
to stumble. I’ve taken salsa lessons a few years ago, but I lack practice.
Colin
turns us once again. He leads me to swirl on my own under his arm—once, twice,
three times. I laugh and realize that it is not the wine that makes me happy
and unconcerned. It is Colin.
The
song ends, and he is enticingly close to me. He looks so endearing and sexy
with his messy hair and twinkling with mischief eyes. Another song starts, but
we are not dancing. Colin’s hand slides up to the back of my head, and then his
lips are on mine. At first he kisses me softly, as if testing my reaction. But
I’m not pulling away. I lean to him and return the kiss. His lips part, and I
feel his tongue slide along my lower lip. It gently teases for a moment, and
then my mouth is under his command, inviting and obeying. And I melt into him.
My
body, lead by Queen V-Jay-Jay, decides to betray my anti-men tenacity. Treason
in full display. I’m officially declared swooned over Colin. Crap, there goes
my hope for staying unaffected. Ali’s fuck buddy advice goes out of the window
in a jiffy. I knew it was going to be just like this.
“What
am I going to do with you,” he sighs, resting his forehead against mine.
“What
would you like to do?” I challenge. I know exactly what I’m willing him to do,
and so does he.
He
smiles against my lips.
I
smile back, leaning away to look into those clear, blue eyes.
Colin
takes my hand in his and pulls me toward the staircase. “Let me show you the
upstairs then.”
“Is
that your pick up line?” I feign suspicion.
“I
think we are past the pick up line stage.” He snorts, and then grins at me.
I
can’t help it but laugh. He makes me feel carefree. I want to believe it’s a
good thing.
We
climb the stairs to his bedroom. The whole place is meticulous. I’ve never seen
a guy’s house that would look as neat as Colin’s. Hell on wheels. The score
list is growing rapidly: he can cook, dance, kiss, and keeps his place tidy.
And I have a feeling he’s amazing in bed. Well, time to find out.
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