Title: Love Kinection
Author: Jennifer James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Co.
Release Date: July 28, 2012
Buy Link: Amazon (Kindle)
Love, romance, hearts, flowers ,cupid…. Rubbish.
Abby Fine still hasn’t gotten over the pain of a year-old betrayal and plans to spend this Valentine’s Day drowning her sorrows with a ménage of men named Ben, Jerry, and Riesling.
Her plans are diverted when she drops and breaks her new iPhone and gives in to a momentary hormone surge, agreeing to let office hottie and tech god Tom Walker squirm his way into her condo to fix it.
Tom shows up with his Xbox, spicy Chinese food, and a habit of stealing kisses every time she lets her guard down.
Can a weekend of laughter, videogames, and movies change Abby’s opinion of stupid Cupid?
His hands crossed the gap between our bodies and rested on my hips. Backing away would be the smart thing to do. But hope filled my belly he’d kiss me again. The stupid part of my brain had taken control again, and I didn’t fight it. I wanted a real kiss. “So if you are in fact the geekier geek, what do I get as a forfeit?” he asked.
The shadow of stubble covered his chin and his upper lip, ran up to the short sideburns he wore. His ears begged to be nibbled on. What would that stubble feel like brushed against my skin? Dangerous thoughts, especially since my hands had somehow ended up on his waist and my fingers clenched his shirt. I looked at his arms, still surprised by the size of muscles when they flexed. If the biceps were any indicator of the body hidden under the cloth, it broke the mold of a stereotypical geek’s.
“Yeah. You know, like a prize.”
“I think you already got a forfeit. You got to see me naked.” And all I’ve gotten is a few stolen kisses.
“That was an accident.” He grew hard against my belly. It pleased me to wonder what direction his thoughts had gone. I wondered if ice cream intoxication existed. “How about sex in my truck?”
“No. Car sex isn’t really comfortable. And who said anything about sex?”
“A man can hope. Besides, I know you’ve thought about it.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He shook his head. “I promised to behave. You kiss me.”
Ben & Jerry’s, take me away!
Thanks to Arianne and Kayla for having me on their site today.
I went on Ben & Jerry’s website today to check out their flavors section. In LOVE KINECTION, the heroine Abby has no less than three pints in her freezer, but I think most people know that Ben & Jerry’s offers so many more flavors than that. (And they’re constantly developing new ones.)
Some of my favorites are Chunky Monkey, Chubby Hubby, and Mint Chocolate Cookie. But, after perusing the website, I’m now convinced I need to restock my Lactaid (I’m sensitive to lactose) and try Raspberry Fudge Chunk, Lemonade Stand sorbet, and Dublin Mudslide.
There’s nothing like curling up with a good book or movie, your favorite ice cream, and a blanket for snuggling.
I’m surprised at all the flavors I’ve been missing out on at the local grocery store. The corporate white shirt types have been hiding so many delicious flavors of creamy goodness from me; I think they deserve an indignant letter. How dare they give freezer space over to things as mundane as strawberry and vanilla when there are orgasmic flavors like Chocolate Therapy out there just waiting to be devoured?
What are some of your favorite flavors? I tend to stand in front of the freezer, door hanging open, picking up pints and putting them back because the plethora of mouth watering yumminess overwhelms me.
About the Author:
For a girl whose first book was called “The Scariest Forest Ever,” the jump to romance may seem to be a far one. But a love of happy endings and the stories she kept making up in her head for strangers on the street lead to an unhealthy amount of time spent behind the keyboard typing away and giggling mischievously over sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and healthy sprinklings of geek humor.
With time split between a day job staring at teeth, two little girls, college courses, workaholic husband, and too many voices in her head, Jennifer still finds time to sneak off and devour all the books she can find – even if it means hiding in the closet to read them.
She insists on her jokes being dirty, drinks spiked, and tattoos placed in intriguing, muscular places you can only find when the clothes come off.