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TFO FB BANNER

on April 23, 2018April 23, 2018 By Samantha Young

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⭐️⭐️BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT⭐️⭐️ It's all true! The cover reveal is Aug 30 (it’s adorable!) and we'd love you to participate in the reveal! the sign up form to do so is in my bio! Preorder links will be available from Aug 30. For now here’s the blurb :D . . What happens when an ex-boxer finds chemistry with a geek girl? This is one knockout they aren’t prepared for. Rhys Morgan is a name that used to mean something to people. I was a heavyweight champion boxer, celebrated for my sharp instincts in the ring. That was before. Now, I’ve got a gangster on my back, my late father’s gym to save from ruin, and a brother who refuses to find a decent job. When I discover the little brat is interviewing to be the boy toy of some spoiled rich girl, I take his place. Only the woman I’m about to tell off is a cute geek and can more than hold her own with me. Parker Brown has problems too. She’s landed her dream job in renewable energy, but it comes with an old-fashioned boss who wants to see her settling down before he offers her a promotion. Even though we can hardly stand each other, posing as Parker’s boyfriend is a win-win deal. She gets to keep her job, and I’ll charm her boss into sponsoring my gym. The trouble is this pixie-sized scientist is also gorgeous. And funny. And not even remotely impressed by me. She’s a sucker-punch to the heart. I can’t keep my hands—or my mind—off her. But a girl like Parker isn’t meant for a guy like me. They say opposites attract. Parker and I are about to combust on impact. This face though. 😉TEASER TUESDAY⭐️ . . His nose led him to the restaurant on the street just off the main square, and peering into the bottle-green windows, Conall spotted his prey. At first, the look of her struck him, the impact far greater in reality. Watching her move through the increasingly busy restaurant, the male in him was sorry that her outside did not reflect her inside. Thea wore her long dark hair pulled high into a ponytail that swished in rhythm to the sway of her sweetly curved arse. She had the kind of body he loved. Slender in the waist and legs, but fuller in the hips, arse, and breasts. Her body moved with so much grace, it gave away her supernatural status. At least to those in the know. *Ashforth was right*. Conall scowled as Thea turned to flash a barely there smile at a patron. Everything about Thea Quinn was a weapon, even her beauty. Despite her dark coloring, she reminded him of summer, just as her scent did. Light, almost ethereal. The darkness within her was well hidden. As if she sensed his study, Thea had turned to look out the window and Conall had moved out of sight just in time. He cursed himself for staring at her like a prepubescent pup glimpsing his first naked woman. A cold determination coiled around Conall. That woman in there was the key to saving Callie. Nothing about her, nothing she said or did, would stop him from dragging her back to Scotland. —Out October 1st! Preorder info in my bio.

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