Check this out:
Do you see that #1 Best Seller flag next to One Week Girlfriend? How freaking cool is that? At this moment OWG is #12 in the overall Amazon UK Kindle store. SCB is #67 overall. I think I need to make a trip to England so I can say thank you…
WENDY BREE, you won a digital copy of DARE YOU TO
RHEA FUENTES, you won a digital copy of FAKING IT
Please email me at missmonicamurphy @ gmail.com and let me know what format you prefer (Kindle or Nook). Thanks everyone for entering! Come back next Thursday for another contest!
I’m starting something new…where I give away my favorite books I’ve read (or will read) every Thursday. So without further ado, let’s talk about the books I’m giving away today.
First up is DARE YOU TO by Katie McGarry. I devoured this book last weekend – OMG so good people. A MUST READ.
Second up is FAKING IT by Cora Carmack. I haven’t read it yet…but it’s sitting pretty on my Kindle. Taunting me. Begging me to sneak a few chapters in. But I can’t! I have deadlines, books to write! So I’m giving away a copy to one of you and then you can rub it in my face over how good it is.
I will give away ONE digital copy (Kindle or Nook) of each book – so there will be TWO winners. Just leave a comment and let me know which one you’d rather read…and if you’re dying to read both, let me know that too! I get it! There are too many books people, and not enough time!
*One entry per person, contest closes Thursday, June 6th at 9 p.m. pacific. Winner will be announced HERE at the top of the page by Friday, June7th. So come back and check if you won!
Here it is my peeps. I’m excited about this book – I’m excited about this entire series! The Billionaire Bachelors books are a little sexier, my characters are a little older…I say they’re like a blend between my Monica self and my Karen Erickson
self! So without further ado, here’s the cover and a special excerpt!
by Monica Murphy
New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy launches her sexy Billionaire Bachelors Club series with the story of Archer and Ivy: a lavish bet, a night of carnal desires, and a forever they never thought possible…
“What is this?” I take the wadded up fabric from his hand, our fingers accidentally brushing and heat rushes through me at first contact.
“One of my T-shirts.” He shrugs those broad shoulders, which are still encased in fine white cotton. “I know you didn’t have anything to wear to…bed. Thought I could offer you this.”
His eyes darkened at the word bed and my knees wobble. Good lord, what this man is doing to me is so completely foreign, I’m not quite sure how to react.
“Um, thanks. I appreciate it.” The T-shirt is soft, the fabric thin, as if it’s been worn plenty of times, and I have the sudden urge to hold it to my nose and inhale. See if I can somehow smell his scent lingering in the fabric.
The man is clearly turning me into a freak of epic proportions.
“You’re welcome.” He leans his tall body against the doorframe, looking sleepy and rumpled and way too sexy for words. I want to grab his hand and yank him into my room.
Wait, no I don’t. That’s a bad, terrible idea.
“Is that all then?” I ask because we don’t need to be standing here having this conversation. First, my brother could find us and start in again on what a mistake we are. Second, I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that I’m completely naked beneath the robe. Third, I’m still contemplating shedding the robe and showing Archer just how naked I am.
“Yeah. Guess so.” His voice is rough and he pushes away from the doorframe. “Well. Good night.”
“Good night,” I whisper but I don’t shut the door. I don’t move.
Neither does he.
“Ivy…” His voice trails off and he clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. Which is hot. Oh my God, everything he does is hot and I decide to give in to my impulses because screw it.
I want him.
Like an idiot, I can’t come up with anything to say. It’s like my throat is clogged and I can hardly force a sound out, what with Ivy standing before me, her long, wavy dark hair tumbling past her shoulders, her slender body engulfed in the thick white robe I keep for guests. The very same type of robe we provide at Hush.
But then she does something so surprising, so amazingly awesome I’m momentarily dumbfounded by the sight.
Her slender hands go for the belt of the robe and she undoes it quickly, the fabric parting, revealing bare skin. Completely bare skin.
Holy shit. She’s naked. And she just dumped the robe onto the ground so she’s standing in front of me. Again, I must stress, naked.
My mouth drops open, a rough sound coming from low in my throat. Damn, she’s gorgeous. All long legs and curvy waist and hips and full breasts topped with pretty pink nipples. I’m completely entranced for a long, agonizing moment. All I can do is gape at her.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and wait for my brother to come back out and find us like this or are you going to come inside my room?”