OMG. *thud* To celebrate Elle Kennedy’s latest release (and already HUGE HIT) “The Score (Off-Campus) (Volume 3)” she sent over an except AND… offered us this awesome signed book giveaway! Not just her latest book… but the entire “Off-Campus Series” so far! Signed. SIGNED!!!!!!!!!!!! AND AND AND!!!!! An ARC of the next book!
And I KNOW everyone here wants to enter for this. I know I do. To note: print copies of her latest The Score are not available just yet, so it’ll be a couple of weeks before that signed copy goes out.
Linda: Finished The Score last night. WOW. It. Was. Amazing. And Dean and Allie? Well I just fell in love with both. Lots and lots of feels that I didn’t expect. Oh and so happy “Winston” got a little notoriety!!! Guys I prooooomise this will be a 5* read for you too!!! No idea what to read now!!! Not ready to let go of Dean.;)
DG: The Score was another winner by Elle Kennedy. I laughed a lot – surprised my hubs didn’t question what was so funny. *sniff,sniff* I guess I was hanging on hopes that Beau would have his own book…maybe with Sabrina.
Grey: I finished The Score. Oh dear… that bathroom scene *giggle, snort, tears*. I liked it! I still liked The Deal better, but it was a solid read. I am wicked intrigued to see where she takes it for Tucker’s story though… wow, what a nugget to drop on us at the end there!
Sharon: I am so immersed in “The Score” by Elle Kennedy I can’t even pay attention to any new reads. These characters and this series is really good and fun.
Cheryl: Finished The Score. I *had* to re-read/skim the previous 2 books first to remind myself about the characters/events and about Dean and once I looked at the books I got sucked in to re-reading them again. Loved this book. Dean, Dean, Dean- what an interesting, more layered than the bad-boy manwhore I thought he was from the previous books. Had funny (OMG the bathroom scene-LOL), sad and real life situations that the previous books did not encounter and a different kind of ending. Now anxiously awaiting Tucker’s book.
Fabi: I stayed up and finished The Score last night too. For maybe the millionth time, I’m going today how much I love Elle Kennedy’s books. Every time I read one I feel like I’ve gone on a happy holiday. … I seem to have a permanent smile plastered on my face any time I read one of Elle Kennedy’s novels. I just live her coming of age stories. The college shenanigans are a hoot.
See? HUGE. HIT.
And… I WANT THIS PRIZE!!!! Seriously. This is a PRIZED signed set book giveaway, and since I loved #1, and #2, and YOU guys are loving #3 (I still need to read it ASAP), I covet these shiny signed books SO BADLY.
But this one’s not for me… it’s for one of you!
But first… an excerpt for those that haven’t read it yet. Ummm… it’s NSFW. ‘Cause boys have dirty mouths. LOL! And it’s HILARIOUS. ‘Cause boys have dirty mouths. I may have bleeped a few things, but I’m sure you’ll figure ‘em out. LOL!
“Awww, look at him, G, he’s so precious when he’s sleeping.”
“Like an angel.”
“A really slutty angel.”
“Wait—do angels even get laid? And if so, are heaven orgasms a million times better than earth orgasms? I bet yes.”
“Uh-doy. Where do you think rainbows come from? Whenever you see a rainbow, that means an angel just came.”
“Ah. Makes sense. Sort of like how whenever a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.”
“Exactly like that.”
I crank one eye open and direct it toward the doorway. “I can hear you, you know.”
My annoyed voice puts an end to the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever heard. “Oh good, you’re up,” Logan says.
“Of course I’m up,” I grumble, rubbing my eyes. “How am I supposed to sleep when you two f**ktards are standing at the foot of my bed talking about angels blowing their loads?”
Garrett snickers. “Like I’m the first one to ever wonder about that.”
“Trust me, you are. When’d you guys get back?”
Logan props one massive shoulder against my doorframe. “About an hour ago. Gracie needed to be back early because she has a show to produce tonight.”
I nod. Logan’s girlfriend works as a producer at the campus radio station. Which reminds me… “You planning on calling in and professing your love again?” I ask mockingly.
He sighs. “You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?”
“Nope.” Though I wish someone had recorded that radio segment so I could pull some quotes from it and torture him with them. After screwing up and nearly losing Grace last weekend, Logan had won her back by calling the advice show she produces and saying the sappiest shit imaginable. I worry about him sometimes.
I toss the covers aside and slide out of bed buck-ass naked. My roommates continue to lurk in the doorway.
I find a pair of clean boxers and tug them on. “I swear to God, if you tell me you’ve been watching me sleep for the last hour like a bunch of creepers, I’m calling the cops.”
“Coach called,” Garrett tells me. “He said he’s been trying your phone all morning but you weren’t picking up. He wants you at the arena in an hour.”
“Why?” I ask warily.
Garrett shrugs. “F**k if I know. Maybe he found out you got wasted this weekend—I assume you got wasted, right?—and wants to ream you out.”
“How would he even know? It’s not like he’s got people tailing us.”
“Dude, Coach is like that spy master from Game of Thrones. His sources are endless.”
Sh*t. Hopefully I’m not in store for one of Coach Jensen’s long-winded lectures about keeping my nose clean. We’re not allowed to drink or dabble in drugs during the season, but that doesn’t stop any of us from getting plastered or smoking the occasional joint. Still, I’ve never failed a piss test or tarnished the team’s good name with my partying, so I’m not sure why Coach is constantly on my case about it.
“Hannah still here?” I ask Garrett as I hunt down some pants.
“Naah, she went home. She’s having a girl day with Allie.”
I’m glad my back is turned, because the moment he says Allie’s name, my d*ck actually goes half-mast. Wonderful. I’m turned on by the sound of her name now?
“You didn’t do anything stupid when she was here, did you?” Garrett’s tone is lined with suspicion.
I f**ked her twice. So…yes?
I bite my tongue and throw on a T-shirt, followed by a navy-blue Briar hoodie. “I was a perfect gentleman.”
Logan snorts. “Well, that’s a first.”
“Fuck you very much. I happen to be skilled in the art of gentlemanry.”
“That’s not an art. Or a word.” Logan rolls his eyes and disappears from the room, but Garrett stays behind.
He studies my face for so long I shift in discomfort. “What?” I mutter.
“Nothing,” he says, but he still wears a suspicious expression as he ducks out of my bedroom.
When I pop into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I realize that the purple hickey on my neck is still very, very noticeable. Had Garrett seen it?
But so what if he had? Anyone could’ve sucked on my neck this weekend. There’s no reason for him to suspect it was Allie.
Goddamn Allie. I told her I wanted her again, and she’d hung up on me. That doesn’t happen to me—ever. I’m Dean Di Laurentis, for f**k’s sake. I can snap my fingers and a dozen chicks appear, begging to ride my d*ck. Last time I was at the campus coffeehouse, the hot barista handed me a free coffee and then offered to suck me off in the stock room.
So what the hell is Allie’s problem? I spent way too much time last night wondering if she’s playing hard to get. I mean, it’s not like she hadn’t enjoyed the sex. I’ve never been with anyone who showered my d*ck with so much glowing praise.
“Oh my gosh, I want to marry your c*ck!”
“Best. D*ck. Ever.”
“Dean, you’re making me c**e…”
Her throaty cries run through my head on a perverted, boner-inducing loop, and I grip the towel rack with one hand as a groan slips out. The toothbrush in my mouth falls into the sink. My c*ck tents in my pants and nudges the porcelain, needing to make contact with something, anything.
I wonder if Coach would be pissed if I was late to meet him because I was jerking off.
Okay ready for that giveaway?
How to enter for a chance to win these three books? Just leave a comment here and by 10pm EST, Monday January 18th 2016, I will randomly select one winner. The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The books will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Open to International! !!!