To celebrate this latest rock star release by author J.T. Geissinger (he thinks she’s a goody two-shoes and she thinks he’s all around bad news), she has sent us a sexy excerpt AND!! She’s having a giveaway right here on the blog. A KINDLE. FIRE. HD!!!!
Our fellow readers loved book #1 in this “Bad Habit” series!
S. Sheridan: JT Geissinger’s Sweet as Sin is a pretty addictive rock star meets normal girl novel, I loved it.
Suzan: Sweet As Sin by J.T.Geissinger! It’s amazing!
Narda: Just wondering if you have read or listened to Sweet as Sin by JT Geissinger. I found it a great listen, I don’t read much mainly listen on audio cause I do a bit of driving.
And this book features the dreamy drummer!
Ready for the excerpt?
“Invite me into your bedroom, Chloe.”
Trying not to faint becomes my top priority. “I . . . um . . .”
He takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Invite me in.”
God, he’s hot. Smoking, crackling hot, and also incredibly intimidating. I can’t tell what expression he’s wearing. It fluctuates somewhere between murder spree and kid on Christmas morning. When I lick my lips again, he watches the motion of my mouth and tongue with an almost predatory look, his eyes flashing in the shadows.
I whisper, “Come in.”
His lids briefly close, then his eyes go right back to roasting me alive. Satisfied, he nods, brushes past me, and goes directly to my bed, where he stands looking down at the rumpled sheets. In one swift motion, he pulls the hoodie off over his head, and drops it to the floor.
He’s not wearing a shirt underneath.
Now I’m gaping at his ripped, tattooed, naked upper body. Someone turned on the heat, because it flashes over me like I just stepped out of an air-conditioned room into a tropical rainforest. He looks over at me.
“Get in bed.”
Normally I’m not one to take commands from men. Or from anyone else, for that matter. But A.J.’s voice weaves a wicked spell over me, one I feel helpless to resist. Oddly, irrationally, I trust him. So that takes care of my brain. As for my ovaries, they’re partying like it’s 1999. Parts of me I didn’t even know I had are clenching, aching, nervously twitching in anticipation.
I climb into bed, sit against the headboard with my knees drawn up, and pull the sheets up to my chin. Wide-eyed and breathless, I stare at him. My mind goes a million miles per hour. Starlight and lightning bolts fly through my veins.
Shucking off his boots, he holds my gaze. Without removing his jeans, he slowly peels back the sheets. He slides in bed next to me, and, with one arm wrapped around my waist, pulls me from my sitting position until I’m lying flat on my back next to him. He whispers, “Roll on your right side.”
I do. He slides an arm beneath my head, tightens the other one around my body, pulls his knees up behind mine, puts his face into my hair, and inhales. A delicate shudder runs through his chest.
We’re spooning. Holy Jesus, A.J. is spooning me.
I can’t breathe. I’m having some kind of cardiac event.
“Take a breath,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. My lungs obey him. After a minute or two I can feel my toes again.
I’m too wired to say anything. My thoughts are too scattered. All I can do is lie in my bed with his arms around me, and feel.
And lord, do I.
I’m aware of everything, from the way the material of his jeans feels against the backs of my bare legs, to the way his warm breath stirs the hair on the nape of my neck. I feel my pulse in my throat. I feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling against my shoulder blades, the heat and solidity of his body, flush against mine.
I feel his erection, straining against his zipper, digging hard into my bottom.
But he makes no move to do anything other than lie with me, and breathe me in. After a while, I get past the sheer shock of the situation, and begin to relax.
His lips moving against my skin, A.J. says, “Good.”
I want to ask questions. I want to grill him about why he’s here, what he wants from me, and what the hell happened between us at his home, but I don’t. I understand instinctively that we’re on his timetable. This is his game, and, if I want it to go further, I have to play by his rules.
READY FOR THE GIVEAWAY?
How to enter for a chance to win the Kindle Fire HD? Just leave a comment here (and even better, let us know who your rock-star or pop star or country star, crush is…) and by 10pm EST, Sunday January 31st 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 Kindle will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Giveaway open to US & Canada & UK, but all are welcome to comment!
About MAKE ME SIN
Chloe Carmichael’s life feels pretty sweet—she’s both maid of honor and florist for her best friend’s A-list wedding, things are getting serious with her boyfriend, and her flower shop is about to get a spread in a national magazine. But it all quickly turns sour whenever the best man, Bad Habit drummer A.J. Edwards, shows his face…his handsome, unforgettable face. A.J. is everything Chloe doesn’t want: tattooed, selfish, and all-around bad news. So why can’t she stop thinking about him?
Goody two-shoes Chloe isn’t exactly A.J.’s type, either, but the chemistry between them is undeniable. A.J. will be the first to say he isn’t a saint, but there’s something he’s not saying—something that would devastate Chloe. The only way he can protect her is to push her away, but the drummer finds he needs her now more than ever. When a wedding-day confrontation reveals secrets they’re both hiding, will Chloe and A.J. ever find their rhythm again?
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About J.T. Gessinger
J.T. Geissinger is an award winning and best-selling author of dark, sexy romance.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and was a finalist for the prestigious RITA© Award from the Romance Writers of America. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.
She lives in California with her husband, on whom all her heroes are based.
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