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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Wrong Bed, Right Girl by Rebecca Brooks 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

Falling head-first into the wrong woman’s bed was not how Reed Bishop’s night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhood…with a book. He can’t blame her.

It wasn’t how it seemed—he was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. Staying in her apartment was no longer safe.

And that’s how he got himself into this mess.

Now she’s sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch.

There are pink tights in his bathroom.

Pointe shoes next to his boots.

He swears he won’t touch her like that…but he can’t ignore his fantasies.

As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reed’s seen some things. Drug dealers, murderers…He can’t let Talia get close. Even though she’s made it clear they’re both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely can’t use his handcuffs on her…no matter how much she begs.

She went into the kitchen and fumbled around, looking for coffee filters, trying not to think about Reed’s sleepy eyes, his yawn, his hulking form as he inhaled so deeply his pecs stretched the cotton of his T-shirt as the sweatpants dropped low on his hips.

So she’d spent the night and was now making him coffee.

And eggs, because, dammit, she was hungry and she didn’t have a lot of time to eat before rehearsal. What he was or wasn’t wearing—what she had or hadn’t seen—had nothing to do with it.

She’d thought she was doing fine. It was just eggs. How hard could it be? She’d seen Jessie make them a thousand times before. Jessie joked about her needing a fire extinguisher, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t do anything.

The next thing she knew, there was a very, very loud beeping noise and a very, very bad smell.

Reed barged out of his bedroom, his pants unzipped and half off his hips, his shirt unbuttoned. He was shouting, the smoke alarm was beeping, and what had once been in the pan was

But cool, brain. Thanks for noticing Reed’s abs while l set the place on fire.

Moving impossibly fast, he turned off the gas, pushed the pan off the burner, turned on the microwave vent above the stove, and reached up to disable the alarm.

Then, and only then, did his hands go to his crotch so he could zip up his pants.

He unleashed a torrent of cursing so impressive, she kind of wanted to applaud.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, hoping he’d know she meant it. “I turned around for one second to put the toast in, and it all...” She mimed a bomb going off in her hands.

She should’ve stuck with cereal, which probably would have made a mess anyway. At least the bread wasn’t—

The toast popped up. Huh, looked like his toaster was mighty speedy, too.

“My God.” He stared at the burnt toast and the smoke rising up. “You should figure out how to monetize this. It’s a talent.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, feeling really, really bad.

He opened his mouth and she braced herself for more variations on the word motherfucker. But instead he seemed to stop himself and sighed.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just eggs. And toast.” He paused, eyeing her uncertainly. “And maybe my sanity.”

“I told you, I can get out of here.”

“Don’t be silly. I should be thanking you.”

“What the hell for?”

“At least now I’m definitely awake.”


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It's not every day you wake up to a stranger getting into your bed.
Only, he isn't a stranger at all, he's my best friend's hot older brother…and apparently my new roommate.
Having him in my space, driving me crazy, isn't a problem at all. Nope.
All I need to do is keep control of the situation…

But that's easier said than done.
Shawn Lassiter is the kind of distraction I don't need.
First he accidentally gets into my bed, half-naked, the night before my first day at my new job.
Hello, muscles and tattoos!
Then he's there, in nothing but a towel, making me coffee in the morning.
It's more than any girl can resist. Right?
But Shawn is off-limits, even if his eyes are saying differently.

Years ago, back when I still had my crush, he destroyed friendships with his reckless playboy antics.
There's no way I'm touching those perfectly formed abs now. I don't care how nice and responsible he's acting.
I don't want a boyfriend anyway. That's what my trusty vibrator is for.
I'm the smart girl—the glasses-wearing, book-reading workaholic. I can totally do this.
After all, it's only for two and a half months.
I'll be on my best behavior...even if Shawn isn't.

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Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them.

She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.

She likes outdoorsy guys with both muscle and heart and independent women ready to try something new.


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