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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.”
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