Title: Fighting for Phoebe
Author: Jennifer Ann
Genre: Contemporary romance
Release Day Launch: Nov 28th
About Fighting for Phoebe:
Jace Daniels is undeniably sexy.
I mean who doesn’t like the muscular, tattooed type who’s all mysterious and brooding? But he’s on the run from something dangerous, and I have enough of my own problems.
My existence has revolved around deception for as long as I can remember. Sometimes lying is like a damn disease...one I’ve been exposed to since birth. And as many times as I’ve dreamed about running away, my mother’s grasp on me runs deep.
Phoebe Carson is hot as hell.
She’s not just gorgeous, but quirky and a lot of fun. Even though I can’t afford to get involved with anyone, I feel a need to protect her from her psychotic ex.
After a failed attempt to expose the truth about a fellow Marine’s disappearance, running was my only option. I don’t know how much time I have until they’ll arrest me, but I’m determined to make things right.
When their paths collide, the passion is so explosive that neither of them can walk away. But once the truth unravels, proving it’s more than fate that brought them together, will Jace still decide she’s worth fighting for?
Preorder links:
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Exclusive Excerpt:
It seems like I’d never find this dive town, tucked away in an obscure maze of cornfields. My ass was tired of riding, I was seeing double lines in the road, and paranoia that I’d get pulled over was almost too much to keep going. Bugsy wasn’t kidding when he had described Chesterville as being in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. But it was worth the journey alone to have crossed paths with Phoebe. Even though I’m only here for one thing, and I swore to myself after the last cock-up of a relationship that I was done with women. Even though it’s dangerous and stupid to get involved with anyone.
But Christ, she’s the first person I’ve really talked to since shit went down, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s hot as hell. The way she dips her chin every time her cheeks turn dark pink and two dimples appear is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. She’s so damn quirky and…fun.
I was immediately drawn into her milk-chocolate eyes and sandy hair with electric blue ends. Just like her legs, those smooth curls of hers go on forever, falling over her freckled shoulder in a way so tempting that I want to twist them around my fingers. In addition to a colorful Day of the Dead tattoo covering one of her biceps, I get the feeling she’s hiding more. And so help me, I want to search for every last piece of art on that satiny canvas.
The outfit she’s wearing leaves plenty to the imagination, but there’s no hiding the large swells of her tits or the firmness of her ass once she hops off the bar stool and heads for the bathrooms. I have to shift my dick around in my jeans before I snarl with pent-up frustration.
“What’s her story?” I ask Kory. “She seems cool.”
“She is,” he confirms with a nod. “And she’s not some kind of slut like her ex wants everyone to believe.” Then he rests his hands on the bar and his eyes darken. “She’s also a good friend, so if I hear you’ve been messing with her, you’ll have to answer to me.”
He’s a fairly big dude and easily has a few inches on my 6.2 feet, but with all the years of special training I’ve endured, I could still take him with one hand tied behind my back. Not that I’d want to since he’s ready to go up against someone as fucked up as I am to protect Phoebe.
“Sounds like you ought to be more worried about her dickhead ex,” I reply, drawing my eyebrows down. “Did she seriously hook up with that guy?”
“They used to go out awhile back.” Shrugging, he hands me a freshly-poured drink. “I won’t argue he’s a dickhead, but she’s not the type to tolerate anyone laying a hand on her.”
“That you know of,” I say with a growl, having been raised by a woman who was too scared to speak out against the cowards that hit her. My gut tightens when I think of everything my mother endured because she was too timid to stand up for herself. It surprises me that someone like Phoebe willingly got involved with anyone like that guy in the first place. “How long were they together?”
“A little less than a year before she discovered he was messing around and she finally left his pathetic ass. I tried telling her a million times that he was a prick, but she’s stubborn as hell and wouldn’t listen. She’s the type that has to figure things out for herself.”
Anger strikes through my core. That asshole didn’t know how good he had it.
Noticing Kory’s wearing a wedding band, I ask, “Your wife friends with her?”
“They hang out sometimes when Phoebe’s with me, but my wife is busy with our baby. Phoebe doesn't have a lot of friends, but they're mostly all guys. She’s chill that way and not really into the usual girly shit. She’d rather hang somewhere and listen to heavy rock than go shopping.”
Glaring at the clowns in back, I wonder how someone as easy-going as Phoebe got mixed up with one of the rednecks she obviously despises. I get the feeling there’s a lot more to her story than she’s sharing, and suddenly I want to know all of it. But how much would she be willing to tell me when there’s so little I can tell her about myself? And although she could be a good resource for helping me find what I came for since she’s from here, it sickens me to think of her becoming involved. It’s best to keep her in the dark.
When I realize her ex isn’t among the mix with his buddies, I whirl back around to Kory. “Where’d the dickhead go?”
He shrugs. “Probably taking a lea—oh, shit.”
Jumping off my stool, I hightail it toward the back, ready to crack the guy’s skull if he’s anywhere near Phoebe.
About Jennifer Ann:
Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, rock concerts, and Marines. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.
Website: http://www.JenNaumann.net
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/jennaumann
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Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Fighting for Phoebe
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Title: Fighting for Phoebe
Author: Jennifer Ann
Genre: Contemporary romance
Release Day Launch: Nov 28th
About Fighting for Phoebe:
Jace Daniels is undeniably sexy.
I mean who doesn’t like the muscular, tattooed type who’s all mysterious and brooding? But he’s on the run from something dangerous, and I have enough of my own problems.
My existence has revolved around deception for as long as I can remember. Sometimes lying is like a damn disease...one I’ve been exposed to since birth. And as many times as I’ve dreamed about running away, my mother’s grasp on me runs deep.
Phoebe Carson is hot as hell.
She’s not just gorgeous, but quirky and a lot of fun. Even though I can’t afford to get involved with anyone, I feel a need to protect her from her psychotic ex.
After a failed attempt to expose the truth about a fellow Marine’s disappearance, running was my only option. I don’t know how much time I have until they’ll arrest me, but I’m determined to make things right.
When their paths collide, the passion is so explosive that neither of them can walk away. But once the truth unravels, proving it’s more than fate that brought them together, will Jace still decide she’s worth fighting for?
Preorder links:
Amazon: Sign up to be notified when it goes live http://bit.ly/2eRxnSv
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2dSP6vM
Exclusive Excerpt:
It seems like I’d never find this dive town, tucked away in an obscure maze of cornfields. My ass was tired of riding, I was seeing double lines in the road, and paranoia that I’d get pulled over was almost too much to keep going. Bugsy wasn’t kidding when he had described Chesterville as being in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. But it was worth the journey alone to have crossed paths with Phoebe. Even though I’m only here for one thing, and I swore to myself after the last cock-up of a relationship that I was done with women. Even though it’s dangerous and stupid to get involved with anyone.
But Christ, she’s the first person I’ve really talked to since shit went down, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s hot as hell. The way she dips her chin every time her cheeks turn dark pink and two dimples appear is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. She’s so damn quirky and…fun.
I was immediately drawn into her milk-chocolate eyes and sandy hair with electric blue ends. Just like her legs, those smooth curls of hers go on forever, falling over her freckled shoulder in a way so tempting that I want to twist them around my fingers. In addition to a colorful Day of the Dead tattoo covering one of her biceps, I get the feeling she’s hiding more. And so help me, I want to search for every last piece of art on that satiny canvas.
The outfit she’s wearing leaves plenty to the imagination, but there’s no hiding the large swells of her tits or the firmness of her ass once she hops off the bar stool and heads for the bathrooms. I have to shift my dick around in my jeans before I snarl with pent-up frustration.
“What’s her story?” I ask Kory. “She seems cool.”
“She is,” he confirms with a nod. “And she’s not some kind of slut like her ex wants everyone to believe.” Then he rests his hands on the bar and his eyes darken. “She’s also a good friend, so if I hear you’ve been messing with her, you’ll have to answer to me.”
He’s a fairly big dude and easily has a few inches on my 6.2 feet, but with all the years of special training I’ve endured, I could still take him with one hand tied behind my back. Not that I’d want to since he’s ready to go up against someone as fucked up as I am to protect Phoebe.
“Sounds like you ought to be more worried about her dickhead ex,” I reply, drawing my eyebrows down. “Did she seriously hook up with that guy?”
“They used to go out awhile back.” Shrugging, he hands me a freshly-poured drink. “I won’t argue he’s a dickhead, but she’s not the type to tolerate anyone laying a hand on her.”
“That you know of,” I say with a growl, having been raised by a woman who was too scared to speak out against the cowards that hit her. My gut tightens when I think of everything my mother endured because she was too timid to stand up for herself. It surprises me that someone like Phoebe willingly got involved with anyone like that guy in the first place. “How long were they together?”
“A little less than a year before she discovered he was messing around and she finally left his pathetic ass. I tried telling her a million times that he was a prick, but she’s stubborn as hell and wouldn’t listen. She’s the type that has to figure things out for herself.”
Anger strikes through my core. That asshole didn’t know how good he had it.
Noticing Kory’s wearing a wedding band, I ask, “Your wife friends with her?”
“They hang out sometimes when Phoebe’s with me, but my wife is busy with our baby. Phoebe doesn't have a lot of friends, but they're mostly all guys. She’s chill that way and not really into the usual girly shit. She’d rather hang somewhere and listen to heavy rock than go shopping.”
Glaring at the clowns in back, I wonder how someone as easy-going as Phoebe got mixed up with one of the rednecks she obviously despises. I get the feeling there’s a lot more to her story than she’s sharing, and suddenly I want to know all of it. But how much would she be willing to tell me when there’s so little I can tell her about myself? And although she could be a good resource for helping me find what I came for since she’s from here, it sickens me to think of her becoming involved. It’s best to keep her in the dark.
When I realize her ex isn’t among the mix with his buddies, I whirl back around to Kory. “Where’d the dickhead go?”
He shrugs. “Probably taking a lea—oh, shit.”
Jumping off my stool, I hightail it toward the back, ready to crack the guy’s skull if he’s anywhere near Phoebe.
About Jennifer Ann:
Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, rock concerts, and Marines. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.
Website: http://www.JenNaumann.net
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/jennaumann
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Title: Fighting for Phoebe
Author: Jennifer Ann
Genre: Contemporary romance
Release Day Launch: Nov 28th
About Fighting for Phoebe:
Jace Daniels is undeniably sexy.
I mean who doesn’t like the muscular, tattooed type who’s all mysterious and brooding? But he’s on the run from something dangerous, and I have enough of my own problems.
My existence has revolved around deception for as long as I can remember. Sometimes lying is like a damn disease...one I’ve been exposed to since birth. And as many times as I’ve dreamed about running away, my mother’s grasp on me runs deep.
Phoebe Carson is hot as hell.
She’s not just gorgeous, but quirky and a lot of fun. Even though I can’t afford to get involved with anyone, I feel a need to protect her from her psychotic ex.
After a failed attempt to expose the truth about a fellow Marine’s disappearance, running was my only option. I don’t know how much time I have until they’ll arrest me, but I’m determined to make things right.
When their paths collide, the passion is so explosive that neither of them can walk away. But once the truth unravels, proving it’s more than fate that brought them together, will Jace still decide she’s worth fighting for?
Preorder links:
Amazon: Sign up to be notified when it goes live http://bit.ly/2eRxnSv
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2dSP6vM
Exclusive Excerpt:
It seems like I’d never find this dive town, tucked away in an obscure maze of cornfields. My ass was tired of riding, I was seeing double lines in the road, and paranoia that I’d get pulled over was almost too much to keep going. Bugsy wasn’t kidding when he had described Chesterville as being in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. But it was worth the journey alone to have crossed paths with Phoebe. Even though I’m only here for one thing, and I swore to myself after the last cock-up of a relationship that I was done with women. Even though it’s dangerous and stupid to get involved with anyone.
But Christ, she’s the first person I’ve really talked to since shit went down, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s hot as hell. The way she dips her chin every time her cheeks turn dark pink and two dimples appear is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. She’s so damn quirky and…fun.
I was immediately drawn into her milk-chocolate eyes and sandy hair with electric blue ends. Just like her legs, those smooth curls of hers go on forever, falling over her freckled shoulder in a way so tempting that I want to twist them around my fingers. In addition to a colorful Day of the Dead tattoo covering one of her biceps, I get the feeling she’s hiding more. And so help me, I want to search for every last piece of art on that satiny canvas.
The outfit she’s wearing leaves plenty to the imagination, but there’s no hiding the large swells of her tits or the firmness of her ass once she hops off the bar stool and heads for the bathrooms. I have to shift my dick around in my jeans before I snarl with pent-up frustration.
“What’s her story?” I ask Kory. “She seems cool.”
“She is,” he confirms with a nod. “And she’s not some kind of slut like her ex wants everyone to believe.” Then he rests his hands on the bar and his eyes darken. “She’s also a good friend, so if I hear you’ve been messing with her, you’ll have to answer to me.”
He’s a fairly big dude and easily has a few inches on my 6.2 feet, but with all the years of special training I’ve endured, I could still take him with one hand tied behind my back. Not that I’d want to since he’s ready to go up against someone as fucked up as I am to protect Phoebe.
“Sounds like you ought to be more worried about her dickhead ex,” I reply, drawing my eyebrows down. “Did she seriously hook up with that guy?”
“They used to go out awhile back.” Shrugging, he hands me a freshly-poured drink. “I won’t argue he’s a dickhead, but she’s not the type to tolerate anyone laying a hand on her.”
“That you know of,” I say with a growl, having been raised by a woman who was too scared to speak out against the cowards that hit her. My gut tightens when I think of everything my mother endured because she was too timid to stand up for herself. It surprises me that someone like Phoebe willingly got involved with anyone like that guy in the first place. “How long were they together?”
“A little less than a year before she discovered he was messing around and she finally left his pathetic ass. I tried telling her a million times that he was a prick, but she’s stubborn as hell and wouldn’t listen. She’s the type that has to figure things out for herself.”
Anger strikes through my core. That asshole didn’t know how good he had it.
Noticing Kory’s wearing a wedding band, I ask, “Your wife friends with her?”
“They hang out sometimes when Phoebe’s with me, but my wife is busy with our baby. Phoebe doesn't have a lot of friends, but they're mostly all guys. She’s chill that way and not really into the usual girly shit. She’d rather hang somewhere and listen to heavy rock than go shopping.”
Glaring at the clowns in back, I wonder how someone as easy-going as Phoebe got mixed up with one of the rednecks she obviously despises. I get the feeling there’s a lot more to her story than she’s sharing, and suddenly I want to know all of it. But how much would she be willing to tell me when there’s so little I can tell her about myself? And although she could be a good resource for helping me find what I came for since she’s from here, it sickens me to think of her becoming involved. It’s best to keep her in the dark.
When I realize her ex isn’t among the mix with his buddies, I whirl back around to Kory. “Where’d the dickhead go?”
He shrugs. “Probably taking a lea—oh, shit.”
Jumping off my stool, I hightail it toward the back, ready to crack the guy’s skull if he’s anywhere near Phoebe.
About Jennifer Ann:
Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, rock concerts, and Marines. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.
Website: http://www.JenNaumann.net
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorJenniferAnn
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/jennaumann
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