So today marks the release of this little beauty, it's the cover for book #2 in my Sugartown Series, designed by Frankie Rose
Enjoy Your Stay
The last thing Holly Harris expected was to wind up nineteen, knocked-up, and all alone. When Coop left to pursue his dreams of becoming a rock god, he left a tiny piece of him behind.
Holly wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson wishes he hadn’t.
Jackson Rowe tried filling the void his family left by drinking, screwing around, and leaving a string of heartbroken women in his wake. Moving back to Sugartown should have been easy, but he hadn’t counted on the fact his sometimes attraction to Holly would still be alive and kicking—and he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her being pregnant with another man’s baby.
They drive one another crazy, and yet they can’t stay away.
When old flames resurface, and even older wounds are torn open, can two people so similar make it work? Or will their stubbornness only drive them further apart?
*Content Warning. Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains angst, a crap-tonne of profanity, short-tempered Australian wildlife, and some very pregnant sex.
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The way she’s looking at me right now just makes me want to bend her over and impale her on my cock. I lean in and smell sex on her. Not sex, exactly, it’s just Holly’s sweet, sweet scent, but she’s definitely aroused, or has been. Fuck. If I get my hands on that little cock-sucking emo shit again I’m gonna throttle him for messing with my woman. And yes, I’m aware I just called Holly-fucking-pain-in-my-arse-Harris my woman.
Jesus Christ. How the hell did I dig the hole so deep?
I lower my lips to her cheek and whisper, “He get you off like old times, Hols?”
She pulls back and glares at me. “Fuck you, Jack.”
“My room or yours?”
“Very funny,” she snarls. “I need a shower.”
She stalks toward the bathroom, but I loop my arm around her shoulders and pull her back into me.
“No,” I whisper in her ear, and grind my Johnson against her arse, “you need to be fucked, sweetheart. Long, and hard, and merciless.”
She lets out a breathy moan.
“And I’m just the man to do it,” I say and start easing her back into my room. “Here’s the thing you don’t realise, Hols. That might be Coop’s baby inside you, but he couldn’t ever satisfy you the way I can. You need a man, darlin’, a man who’s not afraid to get under your skin and piss you off, and give you a damn good fucking hiding whenever you need it—not a boy who wants to dress up and play house. The only housekeeping you need is for you to be on your knees, cleaning my cock.” I whisper, as I trail kisses down her neck before gently pushing her back on the bed.
Purchase Book One in the Sugartown Series, Welcome to Sugartown, here:
So I mentioned there was going to be a special announcement in the title of this post and here it is: after much thought I've decided to write a Sugartown novella in between books two and three of the Sugartown series ... SURPRISE!
Greetings From Sugartown (props to beautiful Teresa from Readers Live A Thousand Lives for the title, I love ya, babycakes!) will be a little snippet into Ana and Elijah's lives after the events in book two.
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