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Jack
Summon A Bad Boy Series, #2
by Megan Slayer
GENRE: Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Blurb:
What if those simple words plus a name on a scroll could guarantee true love? The moment Mandy meets Jack, she knows he’s the one. Tall, dark, handsome and those tattoos… He’s quiet, smart and brooding, too. She wants to run her hands all over his body and taste his kiss. What’s a girl to do? Turn to the Summon a Bad Boy spell and take a cooking class with him?
Mix a bad boy with some magic and have faith. Anything’s possible, and Mandy won’t stop until she gets her man.
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Read an Excerpt:
“Hi.”
She flinched, then put the stick of deodorant down. “Sorry. You startled me. Was lost in my thoughts.” She faced the man speaking to her. Jack clasped his hands together and the lopsided half-smile curled on his lips. “Jack.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. You looked like you were in the groove.” He remained in his place.
“How are you?”
“I’m good.” She leaned her elbow on the box and turned her full attention to him. “You found me.”
“You mentioned the store,” he said.
“I did.” He’d been listening? Nice. “How are you? Did you have a long night?”
“Long enough,” he said. “Didn’t have to throw anyone out.”
“That’s a plus.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Part of her wanted to reach out to him. The rest of her had to remember she was in public and at work. “Are you shopping? Can I help you find something? We just put a bunch of new stock on the shelves. I can help you if you’d like.” She needed to stop talking. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“I don’t always know when to stop while I’m ahead.” She cleared her voice to sort herself out. “May I help you find something?”
“Not exactly.” He squeezed his fingers. “I have a question.”
“Sure.” She stood upright and tucked her hands into the front of her smock. “What can I do for you?”
He sighed and his fingers trembled. “I signed up for a cooking class tonight.”
“Very nice. I’d love to try those. I’m a terrible cook, but I’ve never been brave enough to sign up for a class,” she said. “What are you going to learn to make?”
He tensed, but dipped his head slightly. “Salmon steaks and roasted potatoes.”
Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t realized she was hungry until now. “Sounds delicious.”
“It does.” He squeezed his fingers again. “Would you like to join me?”
“At the class?” She hesitated. It almost sounded like he’d asked her out on a date. Sort of. “Tonight?”
“If you’re busy, then don’t worry about it.” He closed his eyes. “It’s okay.”
“No, I’d like to go.” She touched his hand. The sparks shot from her fingers to her heart, then to her pussy. The man had a quiet strength and stability about him. “Sounds like a great time.”
“Hi.”
She flinched, then put the stick of deodorant down. “Sorry. You startled me. Was lost in my thoughts.” She faced the man speaking to her. Jack clasped his hands together and the lopsided half-smile curled on his lips. “Jack.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. You looked like you were in the groove.” He remained in his place.
“How are you?”
“I’m good.” She leaned her elbow on the box and turned her full attention to him. “You found me.”
“You mentioned the store,” he said.
“I did.” He’d been listening? Nice. “How are you? Did you have a long night?”
“Long enough,” he said. “Didn’t have to throw anyone out.”
“That’s a plus.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Part of her wanted to reach out to him. The rest of her had to remember she was in public and at work. “Are you shopping? Can I help you find something? We just put a bunch of new stock on the shelves. I can help you if you’d like.” She needed to stop talking. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“I don’t always know when to stop while I’m ahead.” She cleared her voice to sort herself out. “May I help you find something?”
“Not exactly.” He squeezed his fingers. “I have a question.”
“Sure.” She stood upright and tucked her hands into the front of her smock. “What can I do for you?”
He sighed and his fingers trembled. “I signed up for a cooking class tonight.”
“Very nice. I’d love to try those. I’m a terrible cook, but I’ve never been brave enough to sign up for a class,” she said. “What are you going to learn to make?”
He tensed, but dipped his head slightly. “Salmon steaks and roasted potatoes.”
Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t realized she was hungry until now. “Sounds delicious.”
“It does.” He squeezed his fingers again. “Would you like to join me?”
“At the class?” She hesitated. It almost sounded like he’d asked her out on a date. Sort of. “Tonight?”
“If you’re busy, then don’t worry about it.” He closed his eyes. “It’s okay.”
“No, I’d like to go.” She touched his hand. The sparks shot from her fingers to her heart, then to her pussy. The man had a quiet strength and stability about him. “Sounds like a great time.”
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About the Author:
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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Giveaway:
Megan will be awarding a prize pack featuring a necklace and bracelet made by the author to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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