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WHO’S YOUR DADDY
Lauren Rowe
Release Date: September 15
Maximillian Vaughn:
Once I saw Marnie Long, a sassy, sultry, charismatic older woman in a bar, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her. I wanted her. At least, for one night. I’m way too busy with my career these days for anything more. As it turned out, after recently getting burned, Marnie was on the same page as me—all she wanted was one night of fun. I was happy to be of service. What I didn’t expect during our night together, however, was how deeply we connected. Also, how much I was dying to see her again the next morning.
Marnie Long:
After accepting Max’s surprising breakfast invitation the next morning, I was floating on air. Mere minutes later, though, all hell broke loose and I had no choice but to bolt out of Max’s place like my hair was on fire. It was such a pity, too. That scorching-hot patent attorney was the best I’ve ever had.
A year later, when I ran into Max at a party, I was a very bad girl and didn’t resist doing that very naughty thing. Now, thanks to my utter lack of willpower and common sense, I’ve risked my horrible secret getting out. Even worse, I’m in danger of catching real feelings for Max. Which I simply can’t do. Obviously. I’m not sure I can control what happens next, though. When I’m with Max, I feel like a runaway train, on the verge of hurtling off my tracks.
Who’s Your Daddy? is a single mother, age gap, forced proximity, standalone, unputdownable rom com that will keep you laughing, fanning yourself, and swooning, all the way to Max and Marnie’s happily ever after.
Once I saw Marnie Long, a sassy, sultry, charismatic older woman in a bar, I couldn’t peel my eyes off her. I wanted her. At least, for one night. I’m way too busy with my career these days for anything more. As it turned out, after recently getting burned, Marnie was on the same page as me—all she wanted was one night of fun. I was happy to be of service. What I didn’t expect during our night together, however, was how deeply we connected. Also, how much I was dying to see her again the next morning.
Marnie Long:
After accepting Max’s surprising breakfast invitation the next morning, I was floating on air. Mere minutes later, though, all hell broke loose and I had no choice but to bolt out of Max’s place like my hair was on fire. It was such a pity, too. That scorching-hot patent attorney was the best I’ve ever had.
A year later, when I ran into Max at a party, I was a very bad girl and didn’t resist doing that very naughty thing. Now, thanks to my utter lack of willpower and common sense, I’ve risked my horrible secret getting out. Even worse, I’m in danger of catching real feelings for Max. Which I simply can’t do. Obviously. I’m not sure I can control what happens next, though. When I’m with Max, I feel like a runaway train, on the verge of hurtling off my tracks.
Who’s Your Daddy? is a single mother, age gap, forced proximity, standalone, unputdownable rom com that will keep you laughing, fanning yourself, and swooning, all the way to Max and Marnie’s happily ever after.
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Meet Lauren Rowe:
Lauren Rowe is the USA Today and international #1 best-selling author of bestselling Standalone Smitten, The Reed Rivers Trilogy, as well as The Club Trilogy, The Josh & Kat Trilogy, The Morgan Brothers Series, Countdown to Killing Kurtis, and select standalone Misadventures.
Lauren's books are full of feels, humor, heat, and heart. Besides writing novels, Lauren is the singer in a party/wedding band in her hometown of San Diego, an audio book narrator, and award-winning songwriter. She is thrilled to connect with readers all over the world.
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SMITTEN
by Lauren Rowe
Release Date: July 27th
Blurb
I met Alessandra at a party. Tried to impress her. Was almost positive I was going to fail.
I think I said something along the lines of, “I’m a Goat called Fish who’s hung like a bull—but not really. I’m actually pretty average.” Smooth. I know. Try not to be jealous.
When she laughed—and I mean, really laughed—I knew she wasn’t like the other girls I’d been meeting on tour. Hell, she wasn’t even in the same stratosphere as those fangirls and gold-diggers.
At one point during the party, Alessandra said, “There’s nothing like a girl’s first love.” I knew she was talking about the first smash hit by my band, 22 Goats. Alessandra said it was the first song she’d heard by us and it “hit her like a ton of bricks.” Ironic, seeing as how I was having the same reaction from being in her presence.
I made it my mission to impress her. Give her the kiss of a lifetime that night. But since I’ve always been the dude with zero game, nothing went according to plan.
I’m not giving up, though. I’m going to win this girl over. I’m done sitting on the sidelines, watching the bad boy getting the girl. This time, the nice guy will finish first. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.
Smitten is an all-new standalone friends to lovers romance!
I think I said something along the lines of, “I’m a Goat called Fish who’s hung like a bull—but not really. I’m actually pretty average.” Smooth. I know. Try not to be jealous.
When she laughed—and I mean, really laughed—I knew she wasn’t like the other girls I’d been meeting on tour. Hell, she wasn’t even in the same stratosphere as those fangirls and gold-diggers.
At one point during the party, Alessandra said, “There’s nothing like a girl’s first love.” I knew she was talking about the first smash hit by my band, 22 Goats. Alessandra said it was the first song she’d heard by us and it “hit her like a ton of bricks.” Ironic, seeing as how I was having the same reaction from being in her presence.
I made it my mission to impress her. Give her the kiss of a lifetime that night. But since I’ve always been the dude with zero game, nothing went according to plan.
I’m not giving up, though. I’m going to win this girl over. I’m done sitting on the sidelines, watching the bad boy getting the girl. This time, the nice guy will finish first. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.
Smitten is an all-new standalone friends to lovers romance!
About the Author
Lauren Rowe is the USA Today and international #1 best-selling author of newly released Reed Rivers Trilogy, as well as The Club Trilogy, The Josh & Kat Trilogy, The Morgan Brothers Series, Countdown to Killing Kurtis, and select standalone Misadventures.
Lauren's books are full of feels, humor, heat, and heart. Besides writing novels, Lauren is the singer in a party/wedding band in her hometown of San Diego, an audio book narrator, and award-winning songwriter. She is thrilled to connect with readers all over the world.
Lauren's books are full of feels, humor, heat, and heart. Besides writing novels, Lauren is the singer in a party/wedding band in her hometown of San Diego, an audio book narrator, and award-winning songwriter. She is thrilled to connect with readers all over the world.
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Misadventures of a college girl wasn't even on my TBR radar when I hit a two day book slump of looking over the mountain to figure out what to read next only to get upset at finding nothing. I mean there's only two thousand books there. Lol. Then I saw one of the misadventures books and checked out the series. Saw Lauren Rowe's name, read the blurb and knew my stars had aligned.
This was a hot as fuck, sweet, funny, college romance with the perfect sports hero to nail the lead. And I don't just mean the leading lady * wink wink * Tyler was awesome. Every little thing about him. Even for that one page before I got to know him, when I thought he was a shallow arsehole I still wanted him.
But damn if he wasn't taken from the dreams of college girls everywhere. Especially the stage five clingers. He was just ………. gah!!!! Words can't even describe him, except I guess they can and Lauren used them to perfection to create him for us.
Not to discount Zooey. She was super sweet and I loved her too. She knew who she was and what she wanted and she didn't play any stupid games or make any unnecessary drama. But that could also be said about the whole book. We know Tyler has a rather active past but it's never anything but a quickly passing fact. Not once is it anything other than history he once had, which I loved, since that's such a standard go to in college sports romance I did semi expect it.
And the heat level in this book was awesome. I think Tyler owes a lot of women new panties from the amount of times they went up in flames reading this. * fans self *
The ending wasn't anything I saw coming, however since it was such a fun, lighthearted easy read I didn't have any shocks or major upsets. I spent the whole book smiling, laughing out loud, squirming or just generally feeling great about the world. I did shed a few tears but I think that was just me being a bit overly dramatic since I cry at toilet roll ads at this time of the month ;)
Overall this is an awesome break from reality and the perfect book to break my book slump. Loved it.
Mister Bodyguard, an all-new emotional and sexy friends to lovers romance by Lauren Rowe is NOW LIVE!
A bodyguard, a beauty, and a bet.
“I’m hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander,” my new boss explained. “You’re gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she’s gonna be your mission from God.”
“So I’m her babysitter?”
“Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f*cking service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that’s what you’ll be. Anything except her booty call.” The vein in my new boss’s neck bulged. “Touch her and I’ll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I’ll rip off your balls.”
My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job. They said, “Three months on a tour with a world famous beauty, glued to her hip, catering to her every whim? A hundred bucks says you’re gonna break down and bang her within the first month.”
But I said nope. No way. Never. “I’m a professional,” I said. “Plus, she’s not even my type. And I’m just getting over a broken heart. It’s never gonna happen.”
So I put my money where my mouth was, figuring I’d laugh all the way to the bank. I never thought I’d actually fall in love with the girl.Or that she’d become my reason for breathing.
The job, the bet, the girl. It was nothing but fun and games . . .
until it became dead serious.
MISTER BODYGUARD is a standalone, friends to lovers contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of Zander Shaw—Keane Morgan's devoted best friend who is an honorary Morgan Brother—and the pop star who brings him to his knees.
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until it became dead serious.
MISTER BODYGUARD is a standalone, friends to lovers contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of Zander Shaw—Keane Morgan's devoted best friend who is an honorary Morgan Brother—and the pop star who brings him to his knees.
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Wow. This book just totally blew me away. It was the ultimate 1. 2. punch of feels and giggles.
So I picked up the first book before I had any idea it was going to be a series and completely loved it. Like stalk the author, obsessed. So obviously as soon as each new book has been released I have been begging to read it.
Seriously, the Morgan family is the family everyone wishes they were part of. Every member is beautiful, so watching each couple fall in love was awesome but having the previous couple in each new book get a little more of their HEA just added to the awesome.
If you have read this as a series you already love Zander and I really don't need to tell you anything about him for you to love him but damn he got even better. Which I thought was impossible since he was pretty damn perfect already.
Aloha was original. And I love that she was compared to Peany, Zander’s beloved wifey. That comparison made me instantly love her and that love just grew, especially when we saw her through Zander's eyes.
And honestly just having the two of them would have been enough, especially since the book was from both of their points of view. But having the whole Morgan ensemble all the way through was the icing on the cake. And Aloha loving Keane and Maddy just added to her appeal.
This is a must read book. It can totally be a standalone but don't do yourself the disservice of not meeting the whole Morgan clan in order. They are the funniest bunch with the best hearts you will love them.
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A bodyguard, a beauty, and a bet.
“I’m hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander,” my new boss explained. “You’re gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she’s gonna be your mission from God.”
“So I’m her babysitter?”
“Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f*cking service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that’s what you’ll be. Anything except her booty call.” The vein in my new boss’s neck bulged. “Touch her and I’ll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I’ll rip off your balls.”
My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job. They said, “Three months on a tour with a world famous beauty, glued to her hip, catering to her every whim? A hundred bucks says you’re gonna break down and bang her within the first month.”
But I said nope. No way. Never. “I’m a professional,” I said. “Plus, she’s not even my type. And I’m just getting over a broken heart. It’s never gonna happen.”
So I put my money where my mouth was, figuring I’d laugh all the way to the bank. I never thought I’d actually fall in love with the girl. Or that she’d become my reason for breathing.
The job, the bet, the girl. It was nothing but fun and games . . . until it became dead serious.
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MISTER BODYGUARD is a standalone, friends to lovers contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of Zander Shaw—Keane Morgan's devoted best friend who is an honorary Morgan Brother—and the pop star who brings him to his knees.
Hero, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone romance by Lauren Rowe is Available NOW!
A standalone contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of firefighter Colby Morgan that proves heroes come in many forms . .
The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together.
And I don’t mean any of that figuratively.
I’m not talking about a guy being floored by the sight of a gorgeous woman—although, of course, Lydia is gorgeous beyond words.
No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker—my physical therapist—I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit.
When I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker, she was a ray of light in the dark. Hope for the hopeless. A salve for my singed and battered soul.
She said she’d been assigned to fix me. That she was there to bring me back to life. She said helping me was her calling.
And then she touched me. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. She healed me.
And I fell in love.
But what I didn’t know . . . what I couldn’t possibly know . . . was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.
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USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever- patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. To find out about Lauren’s upcoming releases and giveaways, sign up for Lauren’s emails at www.LaurenRoweBooks.com. Lauren loves to hear from readers! Send Lauren an email from her website, say hi on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook by searching for @laurenrowebooks.
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Before I start this review I think I really need to admit that I didn’t read the blurb for this book. I just jumped right on in after seeing it was one of my beloved Morgan Brothers. So if you’ve read Ball Peen Hammer you know there were a lot of laughs and that was what I expected here. What I didn’t know was coming was to be in hysterical tears for a large part of the story but hey I am 9 months pregnant and this book was so full of feels.
Ok so first up yes I cried like a baby from the start of this book but despite the fact it had some truly devastating moments the overall feel of the story was so positive and full of love I couldn’t put it down. I just had to see them get their happily ever after after everything they both went through.
Colby was as amazing as all of the Morgan family have been. He was so sweet and determined I was behind him from the very start. And of course as the book name suggests he was an absolute hero through and through. There was nothing I didn’t love about him.
But the true hero for me was Lydia.Which is saying something because I truly loved Colby. But OMG Lydia was so strong and overcame so much I just wanted to hug her. She is one of the most kickarse leading ladies I have read in a while.
As much as I loved this story I did have a few issues that I need to point out are things that are my issues and most people probably wouldn’t even notice or care about but I have to state them. First I felt like there wasn’t any closure with Lydia’s in-laws, I really would have loved to see them at the end be part of it all or not but I felt like it was just left out and I wanted some resolution there. And secondly this is written in the same time as the last few books so I was constantly trying to remember what happened in them and between my gold fish memory and my pregnancy brain I couldn’t remember anything and I drove myself a little nuts but that is a major me issue since my memory is so bad I just wish I had the time to go back and read them all together at once.
Now with all that said I want to state again for the record I loved this book. The feels were amazing and the characters were so real and incredible I just cant recommend it more. It would work perfectly as a standalone but the whole series has been gold so if you haven't already read them grab them all and treat yourself. And if you have enjoy the beauty of another edition of the Morgan family.
Hero, an all-new sexy standalone romance by Lauren Rowe is coming March 12th!
A standalone contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of firefighter Colby Morgan that proves heroes come in many forms . .
The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together.
And I don’t mean any of that figuratively.
I’m not talking about a guy being floored by the sight of a gorgeous woman—although, of course, Lydia is gorgeous beyond words.
No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker—my physical therapist—I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit.
When I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker, she was a ray of light in the dark. Hope for the hopeless. A salve for my singed and battered soul.
She said she’d been assigned to fix me. That she was there to bring me back to life. She said helping me was her calling.
And then she touched me. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. She healed me.
And I fell in love.
But what I didn’t know . . . what I couldn’t possibly know . . . was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.
EXCERPT
“Okay, everyone. I’m sorry to shut this party down, but it’s closing time at the bar. Colby and I have some physical therapy to do.”Relief floods me. That’s exactly what I was wishing she’d do—clear them all out so we can be alone.
Goodbyes are said. Hugs are administered. And, finally, blessedly, it’s just Lydia and me. “Alone at last, Mr. Morgan,” she says, taking the seat next to my bed.
I slide my hand in hers. “Alone at last, Miss Decker. There is a God.”
She smiles. “You might not say that after I get through with you. Some of what we’re going to do together is going to be extremely frustrating for you, I’m sure.”
“Bring it, beautiful lady. As long as you’re the one administering the torture, I’ll enjoy every second of it.” She rolls her eyes.
“Okay, Mr. Flirty Pants. Enough with that. Let’s get serious for a second. Okay?”
I smile broadly. “What? I can’t say you’re beautiful? Because you are. You’re drop dead gorgeous, actually. I’ve never seen a more spectacularly gorgeous woman in my life.”
She’s fighting not to smile too big and it’s adorable. “Thank you. Sweet of you to say. Incredibly ridiculous, but sweet. Unfortunately, though, we don’t have time to sit here and talk about my earth-shattering beauty all day. You’re not my only patient.”
“I wish I were.”
“So do I.”
My heart lurches.
She clears her throat. “I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said that.”
She blushes. “Momentary insanity brought on by your outrageous charm.” She takes a deep breath like she’s pressing some internal restart button. “Okay. In all seriousness. This is going to be a long, hard road for you, Colby. But I want you to know you’re not walking it alone. Inch by inch, step by step, I’ll be right here with you, okay? My job is helping you get back to being you as quickly as possible.”
Electricity surges through my veins, and not because of her words. Because of the zap I feel through the touch of our palms. Her incredible energy is physically palpable. “Thank you,” I whisper, my eyes locked with hers, my fingers zipping and zapping with the influx of her energy into my body. “I wouldn’t want to be on this journey with anyone but you, Lydia. I don’t want anyone else.”
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Title: Captain
Author: Lauren Rowe
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2017
Blurb
From, Lauren Rowe, the USA Today and International
bestselling author of The Club Series and Ball Peen Hammer comes a sexy
standalone romance: Captain.
It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag-player-douche looking for nothing but a little side action. Jerk.
And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Assh*le.
And now, three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted in a million years, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week.
Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face this week and act like I’ve never even met the jerk before--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts.
Because I do.
I hate him.
I really do.
I just wish my brain would explain the situation to my body . . . because every time he flashes that panty-melting smile at me, it takes all my self-restraint not to jump the bastard’s hot-as-f*ck bones.
It wasn’t the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isn’t supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But that’s exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag-player-douche looking for nothing but a little side action. Jerk.
And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a “sociopath”? Assh*le.
And now, three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldn’t have predicted in a million years, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and I’ve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week.
Okay, sure, I’ll put on a happy face this week and act like I’ve never even met the jerk before--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’ll stop secretly hating the cocky bastard’s guts.
Because I do.
I hate him.
I really do.
I just wish my brain would explain the situation to my body . . . because every time he flashes that panty-melting smile at me, it takes all my self-restraint not to jump the bastard’s hot-as-f*ck bones.
Author Bio
USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever-patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her wonderful family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. With enticing characters, enthralling situations and a general love of romantic fiction, Lauren has created a world of her own, full of wit and sensual desire.
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Holy shit I am
an idiot. I got to 5% before I put together that this is related to Ball Peen
Hammer. I had a sneaking suspicion that I know Peen but I had to check and now
I am twice as excited. I had to get my grabby hands on it just knowing it was
Lauren Rowe and reading the blurb but now I am super excited to dive on in.
Well the
good news is my excitement wasn’t wasted. This book was awesome. I was so
hooked from the first page I really didn’t want to put it down. Which isn’t
really surprising since I already knew I loved Lauren Rowe’s writing and I know
her characters are well written and always make me love them from the
beginning. And as I got further into this book and met all the amazing side
characters it just made me desperate to find the time to read all of their
stories.
Tessa was
unique but real and I instantly felt like she was someone I would want to hang
out and have a few drinks with. She was maybe a little closed off and defensive
for a while, but it was completely understandable considering everything that
she had been through. Luckily for her Ryan was entirely up for the job and he
put one hundred and ten percent into winning over his girl.
The
chemistry between Tessa and Ryan was off the charts hot and I could feel the
sexual tension with every interaction. Ordinarily misunderstandings and
miscommunications and half truths and dramas and the like drive me insane but
they absolutely made this story and kept me madly flipping pages to see how and
when everything was going to play out.
I seriously
loved this book and I think if I had read the other books this would be a 5
star book for me but in saying that not having read them didn’t take anything
away from the story it has just made me desperate to scour through all of
Lauren Rowe’s titles to see how many characters cross over. So I am off to do
that now.
Ready the
Pickles, Keane Morgan is finally here!
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Blurb
Keane
Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about
it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he
wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter--at least,
not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA.
Okay,
so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too.
But did he have to be so damned in love
with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what kind
of guy uses the phrase “baby doll” with a straight face? Oh, that’s right: the kind of guy who’s a male stripper.
Yup,
the cocky jerk turned out to be Seattle’s answer to Magic Mike, a stripper
known as “Ball Peen Hammer”--which meant Keane Morgan was emphatically not the kind of guy I’d ever fall for.
Not.
At. All.
No
freakin’ way.
Well,
until Keane convinced me to fall for him, that is.
Which
I did.
Hard.
Excerpt
As they exchange information, I make my way to
the end of my aisle and loop into theirs, not taking my eyes off Baby Face the
whole time. Shit. This dude’s hunting Maddy so hard, it’s making my blood boil.
Jesus, he’s going full-throttle rifle on
Maddy’s ass right now, completely foregoing his crossbow altogether.
When I reach the two of them in the middle of
their aisle, I shuffle past the dude and stand next to Maddy, shoulder to
shoulder, and then, on a sudden impulse, put my arm around her shoulders and
squeeze her tight, making her wobble in place at the unexpected jolt to her
balance. “Hey, sis,” I say, squeezing her like a rag doll. “You totally fell
down on your candy-acquiring duties.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She subtly wiggles out of
my grasp. “Brian and I got into this hilarious argument about the best candy
bar of all- time, and—”
“And I’m totally right,” Brian says, cutting
her off, and they both chuckle at some inside joke.
“No, I’m
totally right,” Maddy corrects.
Brian smiles at her. “I’ll actually be down in
L.A. in a month. How ’bout I call you then?”
“Great.”
“Nice to meet you, man,” Brian says, looking
at me. He nods but doesn’t put out his hand.
I nod back.
Brian strolls away, buys a Snickers bar and a
can of Red Bull, and leaves with a little wave to Maddy.
The minute he’s out the door, Maddy takes a
giant step away from me, her face etched with annoyance. “What was that?” she asks.
“What?”
“That weird thing you just did?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Maddy puts on an exaggerated scowl, like she’s
Hulk Hogan eying an opponent. “’Hey, Brian,’” she says in a low voice, clearly
intending to imitate me but sounding more like Arnold Schwarzenegger imitating
Maddy imitating me. “’I’m Maddy Milliken’s bodyguard and I’m going to beat you
the hell up now,’” she adds.
“What are you talking about?” I say,
chuckling.
Maddy pauses, assessing me, and finally
shrugs. “Nothing. I guess I imagined it.”
“Imaged what?”
“Your weird... I dunno... vibe.”
“Oh, well, yeah. I was worried about you.”
“Worried about me? I was standing in a
minimart, buying candy. Pretty low-risk activity, I’d say.”
“Uh, you absolutely were not standing in a minimart, buying candy—you totally fell down on
that job, dude. You were standing in a minimart, getting picked up by a douche.
And second of all—”
“What?”
Shit. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve got to
stop this shit right now. “Don’t get riled up, baby doll,” I say in my most
soothing voice. “All I’m saying is you took so damned long in here, I started
thinking maybe the store was getting robbed or you’d fallen into the toilet or
something.”
Maddy twists her mouth. “Brian didn’t seem the
least bit douchey to me.”
I shrug.
“What gave you the impression he’s a douche?”
“Just a figure of speech. So are you gonna do
the job I hired you to do or not?” I motion to the candy rack. “‘Cause based on
your performance thus far, you’re totally fired.”
“And I wasn’t getting ‘picked up,’” Maddy
says, her tone full of indignation. “Brian’s brother goes to UCLA. Can’t I talk
to a helpful, nice guy without it being some sort of a sleazy pick-up?”
“Sure you can. However, in this instance, you
were talking to a helpful, nice guy who was picking you up so he can bone the
living fuck outta ya.”
“Keane.”
Maddy’s cheeks burst with color. “Don’t say that. Oh my god. You’re insane.
Brian was just being helpful, that’s all.”
“Yeah, so he can bone the living fuck outta
ya.”
“Stop saying that. Please. It’s offensive and
absolutely not true. This topic of conversation is officially over.”
My Review
About the Author
USA Today
and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego,
California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her
dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes
embarrassing snapshots of her ever-patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time
with her wonderful family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill,
her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit
multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. With enticing characters,
enthralling situations and a general love of romantic fiction, Lauren has
created a world of her own, full of wit and sensual desire.
GIVEAWAY
Signed Paperback of Ball Peen Hammer
It seems like every second book released recently
has been about male strippers and I have fucking loved it. But then I guess it
helps that despite the theme being the same they have all had their own unique
feel and each one has had a different thing about them that I have loved so I
don’t feel like I am over loaded on the theme in the slightest.
Ball Peen Hammer has absolutely been the most unique
of the lot. It was not another angsty, intense book like I have been reading a
lot of and it broke them all up perfectly. For the first 50 percent of this
book it was an incredibly light, humourous read. The humour was pretty immature
as was a lot of the language but it worked with the characters so I didn’t mind
it.
Keane was such an
immature, self-obsessed, narcissist but in a way that was really hard not to
find laugh out loud funny. And as I saw more of him interacting with his
friends and family he got even better and I absolutely loved his ball peen
hammer alter ego. His entire persona was just so damn real, I honestly felt
like he could walk off the page at any minute and have a beer and a laugh and
show us some of his smoove moves.
I’ve never met anyone like Keane Morgan. He’s Daffy Duck trapped inside Prince Charming’s body.
Maddie had so
many things about her that made me want to wrap her up in cotton wool and keep
her safe from the world but yet there wasn’t a time I felt she was weak. She
just inspired a protective little sister vibe and I wanted Keane to man up and be
everything she deserved.
Overall I loved
this book. I would have loved to get a really long epilogue of them all and I
seriously pray that Keane’s wifey, Zander, will Get his own book because he was
such a huge part of this book for me but I don’t feel like I got nearly enough
of him.
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Blurb
Keane
Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about
it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he
wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter--at least,
not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA.
Okay,
so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too.
But did he have to be so damned in love
with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what kind
of guy uses the phrase “baby doll” with a straight face? Oh, that’s right: the kind of guy who’s a male stripper.
Yup,
the cocky jerk turned out to be Seattle’s answer to Magic Mike, a stripper
known as “Ball Peen Hammer”--which meant Keane Morgan was emphatically not the kind of guy I’d ever fall for.
Not.
At. All.
No
freakin’ way.
Well,
until Keane convinced me to fall for him, that is.
Which
I did.
Hard.
Excerpt
Keane looks around the small motel
room while I sit in a rickety chair, watching him. He seems nervous, though I
can’t imagine why. Isn’t this what he does for a living?
“There isn’t a lot of room to
maneuver in here,” Keane says, biting the inside of his cheek. “I’m not gonna
be able to do most of my usual moves.”
“No judgment here,” I say. “Just jiggle a little bit and I’m sure I’ll be duly
impressed.”
Keane rolls his eyes. “I don’t jiggle, Maddy.
I dance.”
“Okay, gyrate. Writhe.
Shake your booty. Whatever. I’m just saying I’m easy to please.”
Keane twists his mouth, still surveying the small space. “I
can’t do any of my acrobatics or flips in here. This is gonna be pretty lame,
actually.” He sighs. “And I’ll definitely have to use the bed for some stuff.
Okay? Otherwise, there’s no place to maneuver.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. “Do whatever you think is best,” I say. “I
won’t know the difference. It’s my first lap dance, remember?”
Keane furrows his eyebrows adorably. “Okay. But just so you know I’m usually
way more exciting than what you’re about to see.”
I purse my lips and flare my nostrils, trying to keep a huge smile at bay. Why
the heckity-heck does Keane seem so freaking nervous? “Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ll mention the cramped performing
space when I write my Yelp review.”
“Hang on.” Without warning, he leans over me, giving me a
whiff of his delicious, soapy scent, grabs ahold of either side of my chair,
and rotates me a quarter turn so I’m facing the length of the narrow “alley”
between the beds and the dresser. “Okay, that’s better,” Keane says. “Gives me
a little more room to work with.” He grabs a shirt from his duffel bag and
throws it over the lamp on the nightstand, further dimming the already low
lighting in the room. “Can I use your laptop to play some music?”
“Sure.” I motion to my computer on the bed and tell him the
password.
After calling up something on my computer, Keane places the
laptop onto the dresser to my left. “Press play on the song when I cue you,” he
says.
“Yes, sir.”
Keane positions himself a few feet in front of me, his head
bowed, his hands clasped in front of his crotch, his legs spread into an
athletic stance, but before he can do anything else, I burst into a manic
giggle.
Keane looks up. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I just realized I’ve paid a male stripper for
a private lap dance in a motel room.” I snicker. “Okay. I’m good now. Proceed.”
I exhale and shake out my arms.
After a beat, Keane puts his head down again, but then
immediately raises his face to look at me again. “Picture colorful lights
swirling around the room, okay?”
“Ooooh. Aaaaaaah. Pretty.”
Keane levels me with the most hilariously annoyed expression
he’s ever flashed at me (which is saying a lot). “Are you gonna be sardonic this entire time, or can you at
least try to act like a normal pickle
with a dollar bill?”
“Sorry. I will most definitely relax and act like a normal
pickle with a dollar bill, starting now.”
“Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, shakes out his arms,
clasps his hands in front of his crotch again, and lowers his head. “Cue
music,” he says.
I dutifully reach over to my computer and press play on the
song Keane’s got cued up on YouTube: “Pony” by Ginuwine, of course.
The song begins blaring in the small room. But Keane doesn’t
move. To the contrary, through the first familiar chords of the iconic song,
Keane remains stock-still, apparently letting anticipation build the same way
Channing Tatum did when he danced to this song in Magic Mike. And I must say his tactic is working like a charm: I’m
transfixed.
But, still, Keane doesn’t move, other than to subtly flex
the muscles on his forearms.
Finally, after a few bars of the song, Keane begins moving
his hips and slowly touching his chest over the fabric of his tight black
T-shirt—an understated move that most definitely piques my interest—and when
the song reaches Ginuwine’s vocals, Keane’s magnificent body finally springs to
animated life, jerking and gyrating to the beat of the music.
Whoa. Hotness. I had no idea Keane
could move like this. He’s as fluid as mercury.
“Woohoo!” I scream. “Yeah, baby! Now that’s
what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!”
Keane smirks at me, as if to say, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He thrusts his
pelvis in rapid succession and then glides back a step, his body shuddering.
“Channing’s got nothing on you, baby!” I shout.
Keane’s body is bending and twisting now, undulating like an upright worm along
with the song.
“Yeah, baby!” I shout.
In one easy motion, Keane leans completely back, touches the
ground with his fingertips, and then pops back up to standing.
“Wow!” I scream.
Keane’s suddenly on his hands in the tight space and then back on his feet, and
then he’s dry humping the floor with jaw-dropping thrusts, much to my shrieking
delight. Then he’s back on his feet, peeling off his T-shirt while thrusting
his pelvis into the air like he’s in the throes of extremely rough sex. Holy
hell, Keane’s sweatpants are riding so low on his hips, it’s a wonder they’re
not falling off when he’s moving like that.
“Woohoo!” I shriek, laughing gleefully.
Keane throws his T-shirt onto the bed and shoots me a smolder so intense, my
breathing hitches.
“Sexy,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, though I’d intended to scream the
word.
In a flash, Keane’s standing over me as I sit in my chair, his body heat
wafting over me. Right in time with the music, he picks my chair up off the
ground with me in it, making me shriek, and then quickly releases my seat to
the ground while holding my body up by my ass.
I open my mouth to say, “Hey, I remember that from the movie,” but before I can
get the words out, Keane’s got my thighs on his shoulders and my crotch in his
face.
“Oh my . . .” is all I can manage to eek out as Keane shakes
his head into my crotch like a voracious dog with a bone. But before I can say
anything more, Keane’s strong arms are cradling my back and lowering me
confidently onto the bed.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Wow.”
In a flash, Keane’s on top of me, his forearms resting on
either side of my head, his pelvis dry-humping me to the beat of the song.
“Whoa. At least buy me a drink first, big guy,” I say.
Keane flips me onto my stomach and, an instant later, his pelvis
is driving into my ass in cadence with the sexy music.
“Okay, now I’m gonna need dinner and dessert,” I say.
Keane exhales from behind me and stops moving. After a beat, he flips me over
onto my back and straddles me with his strong thighs, his knees on either side
of my hips, his sweatpants riding low. “Are you not feeling this at all?” he asks, his breathing labored.
“Oh,” I say, taken aback. I feel my cheeks blush a deep
crimson. “Am I supposed to be reacting differently? I’m sorry.”
“No, I just mean . . .” He stares down at me for a long
beat, his blue eyes blazing, his muscles tensing. “This isn’t turning you on at all?”
“Oh. Um. Of
course, it is. I mean, you’re gorgeous. Look at you. And your smoove mooves are amazing. I especially
liked that back-door-action simulation.”
There’s a long beat of silence as Keane stares at me, apparently rendered
speechless.
Damn. I feel like I’m saying exactly the wrong thing here.
“And, hey, you did that oral-sex simulation from the movie even better than
Channing Tatum,” I add, filling the awkward silence.
Keane’s eyes are burning. Wordlessly, he grabs my hands and
places them above my head on the bed, his eyes boring holes into my face like
laser beams. But he doesn’t speak.
“Um,” I say. I swallow hard. Whoa, this is kinda hot all of
a sudden. “And, um, when you ripped off your shirt,” I whisper, my heartbeat
suddenly raging in my ears, “that part was really . . . ” I trail off, too
flustered to finish my sentence. Wow, this is suddenly really, really hot.
Keane lets out a shaky breath but, still, he doesn’t speak.
He slides his palms into mine and clasps my fingers. “That part was really what?” he finally asks softly, his eyes
flickering with heat.
“Cool?”
Keane smirks. He releases my fingers and slides his palms
out of mine, down past my wrists and forearms, over my armpits, all the way
down to my ribcage, where he finally lets his hands come to a rest mere inches
from my breasts.
I open my mouth to speak, thinking I should fill the silence
between us, but I’m suddenly too overcome to form words. Every inch of the
flesh Keane just touched is tingling like crazy. And I’m hyper-aware of the
placement of his warm, strong hands on my body. If he moved them a mere inch,
he’d be touching my breasts.
“Did I do anything at all to get your motor running?” Keane
asks softly, his eyes locked with mine, his pelvis heavy on top of me.
I let out a long exhale to steady myself. I’m really not
sure how to answer Keane’s question. Honestly, this thing he’s doing to me
right now is getting my motor running ten times more than the actual “lap
dance” he performed a few minutes ago.
When I don’t reply to his question, Keane slides his hands
up from my ribcage—over my armpits, past the sensitive undersides of my arms,
across my forearms and wrists—and into my palms again.
But he remains quiet.
Good God, what’s he doing to me? He’s wreaking havoc on my
body with the simplest of touches.
Keane leans over me, his eyes burning like coals, his
fingers intertwined in mine. “You weren’t feeling it at all?” he whispers.
“Oh, no, I totally was,” I sputter. “It’s just that .
. . um . . .” I begin. I take a deep breath, gathering myself. “When you did
your whole stripper-thing, it felt like you were doing a Channing Tatum
impression—like you were playing a character, rather than just being Keane.” I swallow hard. “And . . . um.” I shut my mouth.
Keane’s begun gliding his hands from my palms down toward my torso again, and
I’m too overcome with tingles to speak further.
“And . . ?” Keane coaxes as he runs his hands down and then
back up my arms, his body hulking over mine.
My heart is pounding like a freakin’ jackhammer. And so is
my crotch. What the heck is this shirtless boy doing to me, pinning me here on
the bed and caressing my bare flesh like that? He’s turning me into a freakin’
pile of goo. “And . . .” I swallow hard again.
“Tell me,” Keane says.
Shoot. I really don’t think I should say the words on the
tip of my tongue. Once I say them, I won’t be able to stuff them back in again,
after all—and, as sexy as Keane is—and, damn, he’s most definitely sexy—I have
no intention of nudging this friendship of ours outside the friend zone.
Or do I?
“And . . ?” Keane prompts again, his face on fire.
I exhale a long, shaky breath. “And
I think,” I begin, my tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth. “Um. It turns out .
. . I think Keane Morgan is . . . much . . . sexier . . . than Ball Peen
Hammer.” I take a deep breath. “Much, much
sexier.”
About the Author
USA
Today and international bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego,
California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her
dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes
embarrassing photos of her Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her family,
and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been
translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic
and international bestseller lists. To find out about Lauren’s upcoming
releases and giveaways, sign up for Lauren’s emails at www.LaurenRoweBooks.com or say hi to her on
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