I am so excited to be sharing with you the cover, blurb, and a sneak peek of my upcoming new adult romance, Before You. I loved writing this story. Fell in love with the three couples that will take up the majority of my writing time this year. Ryan Allie and Xander Brody in Before You. Asher Tran and Ezekiel (Zeke) Harrington in Kissing Game. Nora Sanchez and Galley Rutherford in Nora Ever After. Before You will be available in print and ebook May 28th. Enjoy the sexy cover!
A fake boyfriend she never wanted.
Ryan Allie Allistar understood from a young age true love and happy-ever-after doesn’t exist. Her college mantra? Head down, grades up, and stay away from the guys until after graduation. Period.
The chance for a memorable year.
When a night of celebrating leads to a scary run-in with a guy from her past, and sexy rugby team captain, Xander Brody, steps in and declares he’s her boyfriend, Ryan faces rethinking how she wants to live her last year of college.
They’re not anyone’s idea of the perfect match.
She’s not into college guys. And definitely not guys with commitment issues. He prefers coeds with experience in the sack. But to survive the mayhem of a stalker on the loose, an unsolved murder, and a secret double life on the verge of unraveling before their eyes, Ryan and Xander will have to convince everyone they’re “the real deal” even if it means crossing the unspoken boundaries of their friend zone
“Hey, you okay?” He’s so close, his minty, warm breath caresses the shell of my ear. “Look, it’s okay to say, ‘no’. No one will blame you if you back out. I won’t think less of you, either.”
I don’t care what Xander thinks. It’s what my friends think that matter most. Minutes ago, I made a vow and now I’m reneging? I have to follow through. Follow through is important. That’s what Nick taught me.
“From this day forward, I vow to go outside my comfort zone. Riding the bull in front of a small crowd counts, don’t you think?”
A slow nod of his head. “It sure does.”
I like too much the gleam in his eyes but refuse to be charmed. There’s a hint of a smirk hidden in his crooked smile. He squeezes my knee.
My sight rest on his hand. Swollen and scraped up across the knuckles.
Was he in a fight, or are the scrapes from his rugby matches? I want to smooth my fingers over the imperfections on his skin, but I hold back. What does it matter how he got hurt? College guys with commitment issues don’t interest me.
Not that I’m interested.
But as I walk to that bull, Xander’s touch stays with me, on my skin through my jeans.
And… that worries me.