I'm up early.
Early enough that it's pitch black outside, and the pup and the bf are still snuggled underneath the covers. And I'm not even jealous, because I couldn't wait to leap out of bed, throw open my windows, and wish a HAAAAPPPPY RELEASE DAY to Kirsty Moseley and her NA romance NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE.
I was so excited when Whairigail at
Addicted2B00ks asked me to be part of Kirsty's book birthday. I jumped at the chance to share an excerpt with you guys. Believe me, you're going to be hooked. And once you get hooked, you're going to want to read all of Kirsty's books. (I smell a giveaway....) Check out the excerpt, then click to enter her giveaway
here. First prize is an e-copy of each of Kirsty's four books!
Okay, enough out of me. You want the excerpt, right? Well, without further ado.... *throws confetti*
Excerpt from NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE by Kirsty Moseley
I sighed and ignored him, rowing harder
until we reached the floating dock that was almost in the middle of the lake.
When the boat bumped against the edge of the dock, he jumped out, tying it
securely before holding his hand down to help me up.
“I don’t need your help,” I protested,
annoyed again.
He sighed deeply. “Listen, Anna, this
is what guys do for their girls. We need to start acting like a couple now so
that it’ll be easier next week. It’s not a big deal; I just want to help you
out of the boat. Please stop being difficult,” he countered, grabbing my hand
and helping me onto the deck. “Jeez, you’re stubborn.” He shook his head,
laughing. “Most girls would’ve fallen for my charm by now,” he boasted, smiling
at me.
I snorted at his cocky attitude. “If
you’re expecting me to fall for you, then you’re going to be very
disappointed,” I said seriously.
He chuckled. “I know, I can tell,” he
answered, grinning. I rolled my eyes at him and took my jeans off, plopping
down on the dock in just my long, baggy T-shirt. I grabbed an apple out of the
bag, nibbling on it absentmindedly.
When he stripped down to his shorts,
exposing that incredible toned and tanned body that looked like something out
of a celebrity magazine, I slipped on my shades so that he wouldn’t see my eyes
wander in his direction. I forced my gaze away from him and focussed on my
apple. I actually felt immensely guilty for looking at him in that way. I had
never looked at a man the way I kept looking at Ashton, not since Jack. No one
ever caught my interest, and I felt like I was being unfaithful to Jack’s
memory by looking at my new guard.
Happy reading!
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