Heh. Got your attention? Yes, it’s true. This box set of ten New Adult/Coming of Age books is so damn big, Amazon wouldn’t let us slap the 99 cent price tag on it. We were worried, because we know box sets priced at 99 cents fly off the shelves. But there was no helping it. We girls wrote big books…and size matters. 🙂
It’s selling for $1.99, still a great deal for ten reads!
So I have a favor to ask of you, my dear readers. If you’ve already read Bullet, my fellow author friends are asking that you post that review on Amazon under our box set (links are below). No worries if you can’t, but we’re wanting to let future readers know what to expect.
If you haven’t read Bullet, well…you can get it for less than what the book by itself retails for, and you can get it with nine other great reads. I’m proud to be featured alongside authors A.M. Madden, Cari Quinn, Elisabeth Grace, Layla Hagen, Rochelle Paige, Lisa Carlisle, Renee Field, Delia Foster, and Marie Long in what is an amazing anthology.
Thank you as always, my friends, for your support!
The blurb from Bullet:
What if you discover the man you want is toxic?
She’d tasted a little bit of heaven with him, and now they’ve gone through hell and back, but can their relationship take anymore?
Valerie Quinn is a naïve college freshman when she meets on-the-rise rock star Ethan Richards. He’s an idealistic, handsome, reckless young man, but he’s captured her heart. She doesn’t give up on him and eventually his walls crumble down. By the time Valerie has given herself to him completely, she discovers he’s damaged and may be beyond help. Can she save Ethan and their relationship before he implodes, or will he self-destruct and take her with him?
And an excerpt!
Brad’s face got serious again, and he stroked my cheek. “Sorry about earlier. I guess we put you in an uncomfortable position. I didn’t know you didn’t smoke pot.”
“I was accused of being prude in high school more than once.”
He placed his hand on my thigh. “Oh, I don’t think you’re prude, Val. You just haven’t met your drug of choice, and you definitely haven’t met the right guy.”
His hand was warm. I was staring at it and deciding if I wanted to push it off my leg or not. As usual, though, I couldn’t resist Brad…flirting with him or anything else. So I said, “Meaning you’re the wrong guy?”
He smirked at me, and I wished I could figure out what he was thinking. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m the wrong guy, but I can feel like the right one if you let me try.”
I don’t know why, but his words were exactly what I needed to hear in that hazy state, and I felt like the most special girl in the world then. Brad had that effect on me, and I think it’s because I’d never seen him with another female…ever. It allowed me to believe him. Someone like Ethan, though…it was evident that he loved women, but he loved all of them. Whether Brad had designs on other girls or not, I didn’t know, because I’d never seen him hit on other girls when I was around. It was like he only had eyes for me. And I don’t have any idea why, because—even though that sexual attraction was there—I didn’t feel like I was encouraging him at all. He knew I was hung up on Ethan. He’d known that from the first day I’d met him.
“Did I tell you already how much I like this skirt?”
In spite of my muddled emotions (or because of them), I liked his hand on my thigh and a deep, dark part of me that I would never admit to thought I wouldn’t mind if he moved his hand even higher. But I struggled to maintain control. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from flirting. “Your eyes did.”
He took his hand off my leg and placed it on the back of my neck while his lips touched mine. The passion—yes, it was still there, murky and bottomless, threatening to consume us both…