Thursday, 25 August 2016

New Release Spotlight: Text Me, Maybe by Jolyse Barnett

Text Me, Maybe

by Jolyse Barnett
Publication Date: August 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Lovestruck, Romance

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New to the Big Apple, the last thing Lexie Bloom needs is to fall for two guys at once. Especially when she can’t have either. One is her personal trainer, an Adonis way out of her league. The other? A Brit Lit professor her svelte boss insists she woo for her—via text message, no less. Little does she know, the two are the same man…
Matthew Hennessey is intrigued by his shy new client at the gym. But before he gets the chance to ask her out, he discovers she’s the one crafting the flirty texts sent to him by a woman who wouldn’t know Lord Byron from Lady Gaga. To get to know her better, he allows Lexie to play her role. She may have given up on the idea of romance, but Matthew’s bound and determined to show her love is alive and well in New York City.

“Stop.” Lexie swatted at him. “I’ll never get this door open.” Matthew ignored her command and continued to run wet, tantalizing kisses along the sensitive slope of her neck. She tried to concentrate, but she fumbled with the key in the lock and cursed when he added hands to the sweet distraction— kneading her shoulders with deep, pulsing strokes. “I’ll fall through the trapdoor in the floor, like Elphaba,” she warned. But he still didn’t listen. Finally, she managed to unlatch the deadbolt. Whipping around to face him, she smiled. “I’m getting you back now, you cruel, cruel man.”
But he was up to the task, his mouth searing her lips and tongue, his questing hands bringing her to flames as they caressed and stroked and teased.
Kneading her through her top.
Under her top.
“Inside,” she breathed, heated and wiggling in response to his eager assault, her only conscious thought the need to get her hazel-eyed god into her lair. She reached behind her back, feeling for that elusive doorknob.
“Soon, baby. Let me—”
The door flew open with their weight, and—eep!—she fell backward into the apartment, his mouth slipping from hers while a hand still wrapped over her breast.
But his Mighty Thor strength halted her rapid descent and reversed their direction, returning them upright and back to safety.
“Oh.” He chuckled. “This inside.” Then a moment later. “Where were we?”
She reached for his shirt. “Right here.”
“Ah, Lexie…” He groaned, closing the distance between them, lifting her flush against him, one hand on the back of her head, the other around her waist. “You have no idea. Touching you is all I’ve thought about for three weeks. It was all I could do to keep my hands off you, waiting, hoping you’d want me, too.” His eyes searched hers. “I intend to make this the best night of your life, because you’ve already made it mine.”
How could this be?
But then he was kissing her, running his hands up and down her rib cage, grinning at her before slipping his head under her top to pleasure her breasts through the silk of her bra, rolling and tweaking her nipples.
Molten pleasure shot throughout her middle, and she panted, rubbing up against him, eager to get closer. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
He lifted his head and nuzzled her neck. “Where’s your bed?”
I thought you’d never ask.
“Here.” She stumbled back, then turned, throwing cushions and jerking the mattress up and out while he pushed the coffee table out of the way.
“Mad skills,” he acknowledged, dropping onto the bed with her.
“A record.” She lifted a leg over his hips and slid over and up, onto the tops of his thighs to straddle him.
Ready to ride.
“You like the power seat, huh?”
His tone was light, but his eyes shone with an intensity that made her want a closer look.

Jolyse Barnett is a country girl living her happily-ever-after in suburbia with her real-life, hunky hero, two offspring aptly nicknamed Thing One and Thing Two, and a cuddly cat that sleeps 23-7. When she’s not tapping away at the keyboard or with her nose in a book, Jolyse can usually be found in her backyard dreaming about tropical escapes.


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  2. Ah, one of my favorite excerpts from Text Me, Maybe. ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’›

    Thanks for hosting me. ☺

  3. Ah, one of my favorite excerpts from Text Me, Maybe. ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’›

    Thanks for hosting me. ☺

  4. Ah, one of my favorite excerpts from Lexie and Matthew's romance. ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’›

    Thanks for hosting memail today!