As long as you aren’t an Amazon reader, you’ve already gotten your preordered copy of Round & Ravishing. If you are an Amazon reader, I promise, the book is not four pages long. It’s much longer than that, and it’s coming. I honestly don’t know what’s going on.
Here’s what I can tell you…
- Policies changed and I didn’t realize it. I missed the deadline.
- I uploaded the final manuscript as soon as possible.
- Every retailer besides Amazon had the final manuscript sent out to their readers.
But it’s still release day. It’s coming to those of you who have been waiting and haven’t gotten it yet. I’m sorry. I truly am. I understand being frustrated when you’ve been waiting this long. I’m trying to get it to you, but I can’t do anything at this point. It’s all just a waiting game with Amazon.
If you’re still at all interested though, I have an excerpt for you…
From Round & Ravishing
Three snowballs hit me before I saw where they were coming from. I launched one in his direction but it blew apart long before it hit him. The second one stayed together, but it didn’t make it anywhere near close to him. I moved closer to him and heard him laugh as he ran toward me.
“You’ll never get me!” he teased as he ran right past me, dodging the snowballs I threw toward him. He hit me in the leg, in the arm, and on my back before I ran out of snowballs.
“This isn’t fair. I don’t even know how to make a snowball,” I whined, hoping he’d take pity on me.
“I thought you grew up here.”
“I did, but I didn’t have a brother to have a snowball fight with. You need to show me how to make good snowballs.”
He stepped out from behind a tree a few yards away. “Is this a trap?”
I shook my head, my face expressionless and innocent. He moved closer cautiously. When he was standing next to me he bent to get a handful of snow and I smashed the snowballs I had in my hands in his face.
“What the hell?” he sputtered, spitting out snow and laughing. I ran away, cackling that I’d managed to trick him.
He chased me and tackled me to the ground, pinning me beneath his large frame. The snow was cold beneath me, but when he pressed his lips to mine, I forgot all about the snow.
He kissed me deep, his tongue eagerly stroking mine. I felt him harden against my hip and slid my glove-free hand into his hair, needing to feel his skin on mine. He unzipped my jacket and palmed my breast, tugging my shirt up to expose my breast. I hesitated for about a minute, but dismissed my concerns. He lived at the end of a dead-end street and we were in the backyard. No one would see us.
Then he pushed back and flashed me a smile that was pure devil.
And shoved a handful of snow in my bra.