Book Freak: Sex on the Beach - Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway

This series includes the novellas BEFORE YOU by Jenna Bennett, BETWEEN US by Jen McLaughlin, and BEYOND ME by Jennifer Probst.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS

Dear Reader,

Prepare yourself for Sex on the Beach, a trilogy featuring BETWEEN US (Jen McLaughlin), BEYOND ME (Jennifer Probst), and BEFORE YOU (Jenna Bennett). Three separate novellas. Three different authors. One literary world. Read them all, or just read one. It's up to you! No matter which route you choose, these standalone novellas are sure to satisfy your need for sizzling romance and an emotion packed story.

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CAN FUN IN THE SUN TURN INTO LASTING LOVE?
Spring break in Key West with my besties was supposed to be casual fun. But I never expected to meet James Hunt. Sex and frolic? Yes! A relationship? No. But his hot blue eyes and confident manner drew me in. And when he let me see the man behind the mask, I fell hard, foolishly believing there could be a future for us. Of course I never considered our relationship might be based on lies...or that his betrayal could rock my foundation and make me question everything I believed in...

OR WILL A LIFE BUILT ON LIES RUIN EVERYTHING?
The moment I saw Quinn I knew I had to have her. She hooked me with her cool eyes and don’t touch me attitude. I had it all, money, social status, and looks. I could get any girl I wanted...until her. When my friends challenged me with a bet to get her into bed by the end of the week, I couldn’t pass it up. But sex wasn’t supposed to turn into love. She wasn’t supposed to change me, push me, and make me want more for myself. She wasn’t supposed to wreck me in all ways. And now, if I can’t turn my lies into truth, I just might lose her forever...

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Three Friends. One Vacation. One Goal.

I’m on my second book of the SEX IN THE BEACH series – and who could have known that this nerd, uptight, good-doer would have the HOTTEST book in the series (so far!).

Indeed, opposite attracts, but James and Quinn makes up a one, hot, amazing couple.

She was a nerd who wants to save the world. She was the type of girl who wanted to make a difference. She wasn’t the outgoing type, and most likely to get a casual fling among the three of them – that is before she have met James Hunt. He was everything she was warned about.

James Hunt was her very opposite – all he do was fun, party with his friends, and sleep with countless women. He was an Ivy Leaguer drop-out with no sense of direction, but beneath this cool, imposing exterior lies an insecure boy who only wanted attention and approval from his rich parents.

It was supposed to be casual, no strings, just pure, plain unadulterated pleasure. But things started to get personal when James uncovered his true self. More than his richness, or his hotness, Quinn fell for the real James, and she thought he felt the same. Only to discover that it was all a ruse.

Ouch.

They had chemistry, they had instant connection, and the bed would do a spontaneous combustion when they are in it. I loved seeing them together, they were good for each other. You can see the changes in them both, Quinn started to experience life, and James started to put meaning in his.

When caught red-handed, he became defensive and she forgave him for that but Quinn had been on this path before, he needed to do something for himself first before she would allow him in her life – which was totally understandable on her part. She didn’t insist because it would be futile if she would do so, he would only destroy whatever future they could have. It was painful to watch her walk away from it all, but it was all for the best.

The ending? I couldn’t ask for more perfect than what Jennifer Probst did.

Wow. I was shock. I was fascinated. I was awe-struck. Who says books doesn’t keep your bed warm at night haven’t read this story yet. Jennifer Probst kept me awake at night, made my bed warm, and my heart flutter. ARC Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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One of my favorite parts writing the book was the banter between James and Quinn. Here’s an excerpt of their first meeting. Hope you enjoy!

“You’re the real welcoming sort, aren’t you? What’s your name?”

I paused for a beat. Just enough to get my point across—I was in charge of this conversation. My body disagreed as a strange heat pumped through my veins and itched under my skin. “Quinn. Quinn Harmon.”

“Hello, Quinn Harmon. I’m James Hunt. It’s nice to meet you.”

I gazed at him with suspicion from under my lashes. “You too.”

“Are you always this open and cheerful on break? I haven’t seen you around—do you go to school in Florida?”

“No, I’m with two of my girlfriends for the week. We’re from Chicago.”

“Ah, the Windy City. I’ve been there a few times. State University?”

“Yes.”

The conversation was painful, but he seemed delighted by my one-word answers. I wondered what his game was. Those full lips quirked slightly upward as if my crankiness made him happy. No wonder I couldn’t get laid. I was more comfortable having a conversation regarding misplaced false teeth and what foods had to be avoided because they cause gas. Maybe working in an elderly home in my spare time wasn’t such a great idea. Of course, soon I’d move into rehabilitation and be around alcohol and drug addicts. Probably not much better.

“Am I boring you already?”

I blinked. Did my blush deepen? “Oh, sorry.”

He waited for more but I stopped. Stared at him. Our gazes locked and a weird, tight tension pulled between us. I forced down my impulse to take a step closer to soak up his body heat. He didn’t smell of beer or smoke, but the clean scent of pool water and soap. “Are you enjoying the party?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Did you bring your friends?”

“No, they kind of dumped me this afternoon at the Cove Suites, and this girl was handing out flyers, so I decided to check it out. Don’t know who owns this place, though, do you?”

A wicked gleam sparked in those blue eyes. “Some rich kid probably.”

“Must be nice,” I muttered.

“The Cove Suites isn’t cheap. It’s one of the most exclusive hotels on the island.”

“Oh, my friend Mackenzie treated us. I’m just a poor working student, but she insisted we stay there and get our own rooms. She’s pretty generous.”

“And your other friend?”

“Cassie? She’s the serious type. Pretty brilliant, a bit more reserved.”

“That leaves you? What do you bring to the group, Quinn?”

My throat closed up and I had no spit left. The way he said my name, his voice dropping low in a kind of caress, made me think of dark rooms and bedsheets and him naked. I hurriedly took a sip of warm beer and grimaced. “I’m the helper, I guess. Workaholic. All sorts of fun stuff.”

He frowned, as if my remark didn’t please him as much as my one-word answers had. “You don’t like your drink,” James stated. “Let me get you something else. What do you like?”

“Sex on the Beach,” I blurted.

That grin was back. His teeth were very white and perfectly straight. He must have worn braces for years. Damn, even his teeth were sexy. “I like that too,” he murmured.

Oh, wow, and now I had that image in my head—him and me entwined in the sand and his hands running all over my body, making me feel things I never had. I freaked out at my reaction, which kick-started my big mouth. “Just the drink.”

“Too bad.” He turned to go to the bar, but then I remembered I didn’t know him at all, and the one rule I made my friends pinky swear on is to never, ever accept drinks from guys. Too many crappy stories on the Internet on how a girl can be raped or manipulated.

My arm shot out. I wrapped my fingers around his bicep.

His tight muscles jumped a bit under my touch, and his sunwarmed skin was slightly damp. Those eyes flared with a touch of lust. Wow, did he feel it too? “What is it?”

“I don’t take drinks from strangers. I can get it myself.”

He studied me for a while, as if trying to decide if I was smart or completely paranoid. “That’s a good rule. Never know what jerks are out to drag you into bed.”

I laughed nervously. “Well, I usually don’t have that problem, especially around Mackenzie and Cassie.”

“I disagree.” His gaze focused on my lips, and I pressed them together to combat the jump in my belly. Nerves? Or was that arousal coming up from the deep dark caverns of my body to finally introduce herself?

“You haven’t seen them,” I pointed out.

“Don’t need to. I’ve seen you.”

Oh. Wow. I had nothing for that comeback. He was a master at this. “Does that usually work?”

He cocked his head. “What?”

“Lines. You’re quite...smooth. Are you trying to get me into bed?”

The delight was back, dancing on his face. “Did it work? Will you go to bed with me?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer. Come with me to the bar for a drink, and I’ll see if I can up my game for you.”