We are so excited about TEXT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME, a new laugh-out-loud funny romantic comedy from Teagan Hunter. Be sure to grab your copy today!
About TEXT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME
I love you, he said.
Forever, he said.
Turns out, he lied.
When he leaves me high and dry after a cross-country move, I push him out of my life as much as I can, which is hard to do when the guy who broke your heart also happens to be the most famous dude in town.
After a disastrous year, he’s aiming to rehab his reputation, and I just so happen to be aiming for a promotion at the paper.
So, we strike a deal, and it’s a win-win all around.
Besides, what’s the harm in a few dates to charity galas anyway?
He’s arrogant, a total jerk. There’s no way I’ll fall for him…again.
I used to love him. Now I hate him…I think.
Cinnamon. He smells like cinnamon. I fucking love cinnamon.
“It’s my gum,” he says, and I realize I’ve said it out loud.
I don’t realize he’s reached out to me until his fingertips graze softly over my exposed hip, the touch causing me to jump.
“Does it hurt?”
“The bruise—does it hurt? I saw you hit your hip on the corner of your desk when you attacked me.”
I glance down at where his fingers are resting against my skin, and for the first time, I notice there’s a purple mark forming.
He’s right, I did hit my hip, but I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t care. Then during the hour-long car ride here, I was so focused on trying not to stare at him in his insanely hot baseball cap that I stared at my phone the whole time and forgot my hip was throbbing.
“I forgot about it. I didn’t realize it was starting to bruise.”
“You’ll have to save this dress for one of our later events so it can heal.”
I find his gaze again and turn my face toward his. He’s no longer staring at my hip. His swirling green and brown eyes are locked onto my own.
“You look beautiful, Denver.”
There’s something in the way he says it, something that grabs at my heart and tugs on the strings. I don’t know if it’s the way he uses my full name—something he hardly ever does—or if it’s the fire in his eyes that’s sending his words straight into my chest.
My lips are his sole focus now.
I could recite the phone book for him and I don’t think he’d ever look away.
Worse? I don’t think I’d want him to.
“How’d you know?”
“How’d you know this dress was going to be the one?”
With reluctance, he draws his eyes up to mine.
“If you think for a second that while you spent the last five years hating me, I’ve been blind to your body…” His hand trails down my hip, dipping way too close to my ass.
God do I hate that I want him to keep going.
“To these curves…” He moves his touch upward, his fingertips teasing me at the base of my back. “To your sheer fucking beauty…”
Light, feathery touches dance up my spine. Goose bumps break out along my skin, though I don’t think he notices.
I don’t realize he’s inched me closer to him with each dance of anticipation along my body until I feel his arousal pressed against my thigh.
His fingers curl around my neck, the touch hard and soft and everything I never knew I wanted, particularly from him.
“I’m not blind, especially when it comes to you, Bucky.”
I watch as his mouth descends toward mine, and I do nothing to stop him.
“Oh, miss! That one is stunning ! The young man has a good eye. He—”
The saleswoman pops up out of nowhere just before our mouths make contact.
“Oh my, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, Mr. Clark. I-I—”
Shep pulls away, unwinding his arm from around my back, and I miss his warmth more than I’ve ever missed anything in my entire life.
I take three healthy steps away from him, smoothing down the front of my unwrinkled dress, and try to get my breathing back to normal, refusing to look over at him for fear I’ll try to climb my way back into his arms.
Don’t miss the other books in the Texting series!
About TEAGAN HUNTER
TEAGAN HUNTER is a Missouri-raised gal, but currently lives in North Carolina with her US Marine husband, where she spends her days begging him for a cat. She survives off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When she’s not writing, you can find her binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. She enjoys cold weather, buys more paperbacks than she’ll ever read, and never says no to brownies. For more information, please visit http://www.teaganhunterwrites.com.
*** ARC kindly provided in exchange for an honest review. ***
It was such an amazing surprise with this one.
I won’t tell you the names of the characters because if you are a fan of this series, you’re going to like it, a lot. A great way to end the series, with a more a bit more emotional but still fun, hilarious, with the author’s sense of humor that got me from the beginning.
I had to admit, I was very not fond of the hero, a man who obviously didn’t know how to fully understand his feelings about the only woman he ever loved, the consequences and repercussions of his actions, hot-tempered behavior that let him to face his present but also realizing how a fool he was to push her away.
What I adored with this series was the unconventional way of how the main characters fell in love, reflecting a society who tends to communicate a lot through texting and not calling anymore. I liked how these two connect more deeply that they should be. Until he broke her heart and a few years later, what they felt for each other haven’t faded, and as you might guess it was explosive, and I was so rooting for them.
Text Me Baby, One More time was such an amazing second chance romance, about a man who might make mistakes but trying to be a better person, even if he had a long way ahead but thanks to their crazy bunch of friends, they would get some sense to them both. It wasn’t an easy road with that one but the author made totally falling for that couple.
I’m being picky I guess but damn I wished more in the end, just to make it last longer. I was such a feel good book, with the right dose of emotional parts, a lot of laughter and fun. So.Damn.Good!!