“I loved Audra and Franco’s story: it’s refreshing to read a book where the main characters are 40+ and mature adults.”
“Honestly, this was nothing like I expected it to be and yet everything I hoped for. The story itself lures you, keeps you intrigued and you find yourself invested with everything unfolding. Drilled is not just hot and sexy, it’s deeply emotive. “
“I found the latest installment of Dad Bod Contracting to be steaming hot and very funny. Definitely, check out Drilled. And there’s more goodness to come! Sexy older men, sign me up! “
Hey Friends,
It’s FRI-YAY and I have a fun new book for you to check out. DRILLED is the second book in my DAD BOD CONTRACTING series. Yes, it can be read as a standalone! This series is near and dear to me because these are second chance romances featuring older heroes and heroines, and they are just every day people who deserve some hot and steamy love too. Just wait until you meet Franco!
Here’s the blurb, and below that are links to purchase this book at your favorite ebook retailer. Jack and I really hope you enjoy reading these as much as we have loved writing them. Please remember: if you love it, take a moment to tell a friend, share it, or write a review. If you don’t like it well…just forget it ever happened. LOL! But we think you will SO get DRILLED this weekend.
Happy freaking weekend!
Jasinda and Jack too. xoxo
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**paperback is coming soon**
IMOGEN: Jesse says you better know what you’re doing with Franco.
ME: Dude, I’m scared.
IMOGEN: !! What? Tell me!
ME: He makes me FEEL THINGS. It’s icky and I don’t like it.
IMOGEN: You’ve known him what, a few hours?
ME: I’m telling you, he scares the sh*t out of me. But he’s so good I can’t stop myself.
IMOGEN: Audra, seriously. Chill. It’s been a couple hours. It’s just insta-lust.
I send Imogen another selfie, this one of my face—I’m biting my lower lip, eyes wide, glancing to the side at Franco laying next to me—his mouthwatering and lust-inducing body is on full display from the waist up. I send a caption a second later:
ME: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!!! HE’S GOT A MAGICAL D*CK AND I’M FEELING THINGS!!!
ME: Uh-oh. He’s waking up. Time for round…3? 4? I’ve lost count. Tell me I’m a cold-hearted man-eating b*tch with no soul. Tell ME!
IMOGEN: You’re a cold-hearted man-eating bi*ch with no soul? Only, you’re not. So…you’re on own with this one. Except if you need me of course. I’ve got All Thai’d Up on speed dial, three bottles of Josh in the rack.
ME: if this goes south—or anywhere except nowhere, you’d better make it four. Or six. Because we’re either going to be incredible together, or we’ll destroy each other. There will be no in between.
I set the phone aside as Franco’s stunning blue eyes open and fix hungrily on me. He reaches for me, and all thoughts are banished except one:
God, I hope I know what I’m doing…
I laugh internally at that, because does anyone know what they’re doing?
I know I sure as hell don’t.