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HIT THE SPOT
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: HIT THE SPOT
Author: J. Daniels
Series: Dirty Deeds, #2
On Sale: December 6, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $14.99 USD
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Is this love or just a game?
Tori Rivera thinks Jamie McCade
is rude, arrogant, and worst of all . . . the sexiest man she's ever laid eyes
on. His reputation as a player is almost as legendary as his surfing skills. No
matter how her body heats up when he's around, she's determined not to be
another meaningless hookup.
Jamie McCade always gets what he
wants. The sickest wave. The hottest women. And Tori, with her long legs and
smart mouth, is definitely the hottest one. He knows Tori wants him—hell, most
women do—but she won't admit it. After months of chasing and one unforgettable
kiss, it's time for Jamie to raise the stakes.
Jamie promises that soon Tori
won't just want him in her bed, she'll be begging for it-and he might be right.
Somehow he's found the spot in her heart that makes her open up like never
before. But with all she knows about his past, can she really trust what's
happening between them? Is Jamie playing for keeps or just playing to win?
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Excerpt:
Tori slapped the counter and gained
everyone’s attention when she started yelling, “I did not run
you over, Jamie! Jesus Christ! Quit spreading lies about me!”
“It ain’t lies if it's true!” I yelled
back, glaring at her.
A laugh bubbled in her throat. She tilted
her head and stuck her hand on her hip. “Please. I'm sure you're still able to
bang everything with a pulse, as usual, which means you’re fine.
Get over it, and grow some balls. I cried less when I watched Bambi the first
time.”
“Who's hungry?” Syd asked nonchalantly,
moving behind her friend to round the island and stand near the stove.
I ignored her question because, what the
fuck? Grow some balls?
“I gotta pair, babe,” I told Legs, reaching
down and palming my shit. “You should know since you've been all up on ’em the
past nine months.”
She rolled her eyes. “You're disgusting.”
I felt my mouth twitch.
And that was when, for some fucked up
reason, I reverted back to my old ways with Tori Rivera, forgetting all about
how much I fucking hated her and instead going full-on, hell-bent determined to
get an admission out of that smart-ass mouth.
“You want it,” I countered, tipping my chin
up.
She wasn’t expecting that. No more than I
was. It threw her off.
Her shoulders pulled back and her lips
parted.
Then, maybe to cover her tell, or maybe she
didn't have control over what was flying out of her mouth either, I didn't
know, but she brought her other hand to her hip, glared at me with heat
flashing in her eyes, tipped forward, and shot back with attitude, “You want
it.”
Well shit. This was new. Legs was
challenging me and she was doing it flirting. There was no doubt in my mind.
“Sorry, babe,” I said, keeping the smirk and
letting go of my junk. “Not interested. I told you yesterday, I’m done waitin’
around. But you?” I pointed my beer at her. “You’ll be beggin' for it before
the month is up. Just watch.”
“Fat chance,” she snapped. “I wouldn't
sleep with you if my life depended on it.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Bet what?”
“What's going on right now?” Syd called
out, but I wasn't pausing to answer her.
I smiled at Tori, then gestured between us,
explaining, “First one to break and come crawling to the other person for sex,
loses.”
“Are you serious?” She laughed, not in
amusement but in disbelief.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” I answered.
“You want to bet me that
I'll want to have sex with you before you try
and have sex with me?” she questioned, moving her finger between
us. “You, the guy who has been hitting on me for nine straight months and has
been rejected for nine straight months? You seriously think
I'll not only want to have sex with you, but I'll beg you for
it? Is that what I just heard?”
I nodded slowly. I had this in the bag. “A
rule. No fuckin’ anyone unless it's each other.”
Her eyes bugged.
“And no masturbating either,” I added,
raising my beer and using it to gesture. “Since we both know when you do it
you’re thinkin’ about me, and if you're that fuckin’ horny you need to rub one
out or you'll fuckin' explode, you can come to me, Legs, beg, and
I'll put that fire out for you.”
THE DIRTY DEEDS SERIES
FOUR LETTER WORD, #1
HIT THE SPOT, #2
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series and the
Alabama Summer series. She loves curling up with a good book, drinking a
ridiculous amount of coffee, and writing stories her children will never read.
Daniels grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.
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