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Payback's A Bitch by Missy Johnson
Title: Payback's A Bitch
Series: Awkward Love #6
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2018
Blurb
I’m the girl who likes ‘the cock in the back hole’
At least, that’s what the dating profile my so-called friends set up for me
claims. I’m also into BDSM, Furries and ‘I’ll try anything twice.’
I have no idea the profile exists until the replies start rolling in. They
range from funny, to downright creepy and everything in between. Just as I’m
shutting down my email account for good, a new message pops up.
He’s funny and he's the only one to suspect the profile is a joke, so I think
what the hell? I reply.
When he suggests that we meet, I say yes. When I walk into that bar, he's
sitting at a table, facing the other way. He turns his head just enough for me
to be able to make out his face…
Fuck.
It’s Cameron Hunter, one of the rudest, most arrogant assholes I’ve ever had
the displeasure of meeting.
He's also the son of one of the state's most influential judges.
The same judge who's about to become my step-father...
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Missy lives in central Victoria with her husband,
three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be
found …oh wait. She’s always writing.
three-year-old daughter, two cats, two dogs and turtle. When she's not writing, she can usually be
found …oh wait. She’s always writing.
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Don't Go There by Missy Johnson
Title: Don't Go There
Series: Awkward Love #5
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Blurb
Vodka
should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote
when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didn’t see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from
doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk
tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my
childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be
around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I
can’t stand.
What was I thinking?
should come with a warning:
Mixing with Karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote
when you were fourteen, about the boy who broke your heart.
At least he didn’t see it.
Oh wait. He did.
I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from
doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding.
When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk
tells me he’s hasn’t changed. He’s still the same arrogant asshole who made my
childhood hell.
He insists on driving us home, and while he’s the last person I want to be
around, he and I both know it’s a bad idea for Lily to be anywhere near that wedding.
I’m on the road trip from hell with my heartbroken cousin, and the one guy I
can’t stand.
What was I thinking?
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Excerpt
It’s five
in the morning and I’m still awake. I’m bordering on delirium, because I’m so tired, but I just can’t get to sleep.
I’ve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward … nothing is
working.
in the morning and I’m still awake. I’m bordering on delirium, because I’m so tired, but I just can’t get to sleep.
I’ve tried listening to music, clearing my mind, counting backward … nothing is
working.
There’s still one thing I haven’t tried …
I hold my
breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the
blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesn’t wake
up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
breath, listening to the sound of his breathing as I creep my hand under the
blankets and down over my stomach. I freeze when he stirs, but he doesn’t wake
up. My heart pounds as I focus on the sound of his breathing and nothing else.
My body tenses
as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my
breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger
inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so
hard not to make a sound.
as a part my legs, just enough to slide a finger along my entrance. I hold my
breath, the air catching my throat, then I quickly exhale as I slide a finger
inside myself. I close my eyes and concentrate as I massage my clit, trying so
hard not to make a sound.
What would it feel like to kiss him?
I sigh,
Comfort Zone by Missy Johnson
Title: Comfort Zone
Series: Awkward Love #4
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 15, 2018
Blurb
There's nothing quite like watching your professor as he motorboats a stripper.
The expression on his face when he looked up and saw me standing there would've been funny if I wasn't so mortified. I wanted to turn around and run, but I couldn't do that to Jake. It was his bachelor party, after all.
So, instead, we stumbled our way through the world's most awkward conversation, because what do you say after witnessing that?
At least things couldn't get much worse, right?
Wrong.
The real fun began when the guys figured out how we knew each other.
Have you ever heard of the term frottage? Yeah, neither had I. Just like I'd completely underestimated how awkward it would be getting a lap dance from another woman while my professor watches, or how turned on I'd be.
My first mistake was going there in the first place.
My second mistake was not leaving the moment I saw him.
My third mistake, and the one I regret most?
Applying for that TA position with him last week…
** Comfort Zone is a M/F student/professor romance **
**Awkward Love is a series of sexy, fun novels that can be read in ANY order. Each book is COMPLETELY separate from the next, so you can read one, or you can read them all**
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Author Bio
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her
husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks
he's a dog...you get the picture).
When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for
something to read.
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Awkward Love Series by Missy Johnson
Title: It's Complicated
Series: Awkward Love #1
Series: Awkward Love #1
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2017
Release Date: December 13, 2017
Too Much Information by Missy Johnson
Title: Too Much Information
Series: Awkward Love #3
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2018
Blurb
We've all been there.
One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the
next you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you
to the ER.
And not the closest one either.
No. You're headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five
minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about
to examine you isn't young, sexy or male.
Of course he's all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the
single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he's my brother's new roommate is even worse.
One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the
next you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you
to the ER.
And not the closest one either.
No. You're headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five
minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about
to examine you isn't young, sexy or male.
Of course he's all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the
single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he's my brother's new roommate is even worse.
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Excerpt
Becca
pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by
this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s
the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.
pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by
this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s
the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.
“It’s me,”
she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”
she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”
“It’s
open,” I manage to get out.
open,” I manage to get out.
She walks
in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs
clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a
dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with
only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now
that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to
me, crouching down beside me.
in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs
clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a
dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with
only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now
that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to
me, crouching down beside me.
“Jesus, are
you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s
wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you
attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be
calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to
form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say
something.”
you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s
wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you
attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be
calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to
form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say
something.”
I Can Explain by Missy Johnson
Title: I Can Explain
Series: Awkward Love #2
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 15, 2018
Blurb
Standing on the balcony, outside my boss’s apartment, wearing only my underwear?
Not how I expected to start my Saturday morning.
I guess I should’ve thought harder about going home with my sexy new gym instructor, especially since I had no idea the guy was married. When he pushed me out onto the balcony, five seconds before his wife walked through the door, I jumped one apartment over because I thought it would be less embarrassing for a stranger to find me than his wife.
That was a smart move.
So here I am, wearing next to nothing and freezing my ass off, standing outside the living room window of my young, sexy, and very intimidating boss, Chase Winston.
I have two choices: I sit here and try to think of another way out of this and risk dying of hypothermia. Or I can suck it up and knock on that window. After a long, internal argument with myself, I choose
option two.
Here goes nothing…
**Awkward Love is a series of short, sexy, fun novels that can be read in ANY order. Each book is COMPLETELY separate from the next, so you can read one, or you can read them all!**
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“Seriously, did you see the
way she looked at me when she told me not to stuff it up?” I huff, stalking
back over to Peyton. “Like, God forbid I put two sugars in his damn coffee
instead of one. Hey, maybe I should slip some laxatives in there?” I say with
an evil grin. “I mean, he walks around like he’s got something lodged up his
ass, maybe all he needs is a good, old-fashioned cleanout.”
“Lanna—”
“No. I don’t care how ridiculously sexy he is or how dreamy those blue eyes are to stare into,” I say, cutting her off.
I was on a roll, and Peyton wasn’t going to stop me. I have two years’ worth of frustration to vent, and it’s all coming out now, one way or another.
“He’s an asshole to everyone here but Jade, and I bet that’s only because she’s sucking his cock. Not that I wouldn’t go there if he asked me to—”
“Lanna,” Peyton hisses, her eyes wide.
“Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t suck his cock too,” I retort, nodding knowingly at her. “Hey, maybe we could tag team him.”
We’d had a lengthy discussion about this a few weeks ago over a bottle of tequila, so I knew exactly what she wanted to do with that ten inches of pure stiff muscle. And I thought I was the dirty one. I
chuckle to myself and turn around. My heart skips a beat when I spot Chase leaning against Jade’s desk. He smirks at me and casually lifts one eyebrow.
Oh, god no.
My heart pounds as I wait for him to react. This can’t be happening. I cannot believe I just said that. Well, I can believe it, because I say shit like that every day, but not when he’s standing right behind me. I glare at Peyton, who releases a snort and then flushes, bowing her head. Chase’s eyes don’t leave me as I glance around the room, praying for an escape, but there isn’t one.
It’s like a scene from a really bad movie. With any luck, he’ll drag me outside and throw me on the back of his bike and take me somewhere to have his way with me. Or his office will do just fine.
“Is Jade here?” he asks, directing his question at me, his smooth, deep voice making me shiver.
I shake my head, incapable of speaking. I think it’s worse that he’s ignoring the obvious issue of my outburst. I’d almost prefer for him to say something about it. Anything. Almost... He nods, and then walks over to the door, stopping just as he reaches it. I brace myself as he turns his attention back to me.
“Alana?” he asks.
I force myself to meet his steel blue eyes, wishing he didn’t find this so damn amusing.
“Yes?” I whisper, feeling sick. God, I am so embarrassed.
“While I appreciate your attentiveness to my health, I can assure you that everything is functioning just as it should. Maybe you should focus more on your job and less on things that don’t concern you?” he asks lightly. “Like who is and isn’t sucking my cock.”
He walks out, briskly closing the door behind him.
I stumble over to my desk and slump down onto my chair, my eyes wide. I breathe out, feeling dazed. My heart’s racing and I’m feeling a mixture of extreme nausea and embarrassment over the whole situation. Every time I think about what I just said, more or less to his face, I
want to throw up.
Peyton rushes over to me, both panicked and trying not to laugh, which under any other circumstance would be a funny combination. I glare at her, which sets her off.
“I’m so sorry,” she giggles, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not laughing at you, but that just made my fucking day.”
“I’m glad I can be a source of amusement for you,” I grumble, my tone sour.
“At least he knows your name now.” she offers, her eyes twinkling.
I scowl at her. I think I preferred it when he didn’t.
“Lanna—”
“No. I don’t care how ridiculously sexy he is or how dreamy those blue eyes are to stare into,” I say, cutting her off.
I was on a roll, and Peyton wasn’t going to stop me. I have two years’ worth of frustration to vent, and it’s all coming out now, one way or another.
“He’s an asshole to everyone here but Jade, and I bet that’s only because she’s sucking his cock. Not that I wouldn’t go there if he asked me to—”
“Lanna,” Peyton hisses, her eyes wide.
“Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t suck his cock too,” I retort, nodding knowingly at her. “Hey, maybe we could tag team him.”
We’d had a lengthy discussion about this a few weeks ago over a bottle of tequila, so I knew exactly what she wanted to do with that ten inches of pure stiff muscle. And I thought I was the dirty one. I
chuckle to myself and turn around. My heart skips a beat when I spot Chase leaning against Jade’s desk. He smirks at me and casually lifts one eyebrow.
Oh, god no.
My heart pounds as I wait for him to react. This can’t be happening. I cannot believe I just said that. Well, I can believe it, because I say shit like that every day, but not when he’s standing right behind me. I glare at Peyton, who releases a snort and then flushes, bowing her head. Chase’s eyes don’t leave me as I glance around the room, praying for an escape, but there isn’t one.
It’s like a scene from a really bad movie. With any luck, he’ll drag me outside and throw me on the back of his bike and take me somewhere to have his way with me. Or his office will do just fine.
“Is Jade here?” he asks, directing his question at me, his smooth, deep voice making me shiver.
I shake my head, incapable of speaking. I think it’s worse that he’s ignoring the obvious issue of my outburst. I’d almost prefer for him to say something about it. Anything. Almost... He nods, and then walks over to the door, stopping just as he reaches it. I brace myself as he turns his attention back to me.
“Alana?” he asks.
I force myself to meet his steel blue eyes, wishing he didn’t find this so damn amusing.
“Yes?” I whisper, feeling sick. God, I am so embarrassed.
“While I appreciate your attentiveness to my health, I can assure you that everything is functioning just as it should. Maybe you should focus more on your job and less on things that don’t concern you?” he asks lightly. “Like who is and isn’t sucking my cock.”
He walks out, briskly closing the door behind him.
I stumble over to my desk and slump down onto my chair, my eyes wide. I breathe out, feeling dazed. My heart’s racing and I’m feeling a mixture of extreme nausea and embarrassment over the whole situation. Every time I think about what I just said, more or less to his face, I
want to throw up.
Peyton rushes over to me, both panicked and trying not to laugh, which under any other circumstance would be a funny combination. I glare at her, which sets her off.
“I’m so sorry,” she giggles, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not laughing at you, but that just made my fucking day.”
“I’m glad I can be a source of amusement for you,” I grumble, my tone sour.
“At least he knows your name now.” she offers, her eyes twinkling.
I scowl at her. I think I preferred it when he didn’t.
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