Author: Allie York
Release Date: June 6, 2019
Publisher: self-published
Series: The Shores Book 2
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
Blair Smith is
her own woman. She’s strong, independent, and proud of it. Owning a wildly
successful boutique by day and having a different date every night is her idea
of living the dream. Blair takes her work seriously and her men casually, until
she makes the best decision with the worst possible man.
Jaxon Stone spent
his whole life picking himself up. From a child in foster care to a teen in
juvie, life always seemed to dish out the worst. Once he landed at The Shores
Animal Hospital Jax found a family. The only thing missing is someone to share
that family with.
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Excerpt:
Copyright @ Allie
York 2019
Jax swaggered
over just as the coffee pot beeped. He reached around me, leaning in close to
take the pot, and pouring two cups before putting it back. “You always drink
that much? I thought you were a health freak.” He dumped way too much sugar in
the coffee.
“It’s
all about balance.” I shrugged putting a teaspoon of sugar in mine. “I’ll go to
the gym tomorrow, and it will all balance out.” I sipped my coffee, watching
him lean against the counter like he belonged in my kitchen. “Do you go?”
“To the gym? Yeah, that one across town,
Frankie’s.” He stared at the coffee, then me. “I’ve slept with too many women
at World Fitness to go back. It got weird.” I nearly spit my coffee.
“How
many?” I looked into his gray eyes. Maybe it was the daiquiris, but Jax was
sexy. In his button down, all the tattoos were covered, but I knew they were
there. His arms had these skulls and stuff on them, but he never looked like a
thug. He looked like a badass. Only Jax could pull it off. When he didn’t answer,
I walked past him to the living room, and he followed.
“Maybe
eight?” Jax sat at the other end of the couch, slouching back in a classic
manspread. I curled my legs under me, trying not to give him a clear shot up my
skirt. At least my buzz left me a little dignity.
“Maybe
eight? You don’t know?” I teased, sipping my coffee.
“No,”
Jax said it like he couldn’t give me a number if he tried.
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