Jeannine Colette & Lauren Runow’s “Austin” is live & we are celebrating with a signed book giveaway & an exclusive excerpt!!

by Maryse on September 20, 2018 · 12 comments

in News

<— Austin (co-authored by Jeannine Colette and Lauren Runow) IS LIVE and we are celebrating!!! Not only are they the sponsors of this week’s newsletter, the authors will be giving away a signed copy  (signed by both of them!!) to a lucky commenter right here on the blog…

Lauren says:

“There will be three different novels, all standalones with a focus on each brother; the racer, the suit and the artist.”

And!! A sexy “bit” from the synopsis of this illegal street racer heartthrob read:

“…I accidentally cause one false start, and now I’m being pulled into a guy’s car—who everyone only knows as Falcon—before an illegal street race.

He may not want anyone to truly know who he is, but he’s met his match.

Game on, Falcon.”

AND AND!!!! They tease us with this excerpt (it’s sexy and infuriating!!!) ;) :

EXCERPT from AUSTIN by Jeannine Colette and Lauren Runow

He follows and closes the door behind him.

“The janitor’s closet?” I ask, exasperated, as I look around at the small room of mops, brooms, buckets, and cleaning supplies. It stinks of wet rags and bleach.

He runs a hand on the back of his neck as he looks down at his brown leather shoes and kicks the wall. “Of all the girls in San Francisco, you have to be here.”

I cross my arms in front of my body. “And you would have preferred I were …”

“Anyone but you, Pyle.”

“Okay, seriously, what is up with that stupid f**king name?”

“You got a better one?”

I clench my teeth and feel the tension radiate up my spine. “Yeah. Falcon.”

His eyes widen at the sound of his street name. He inches closer, and I fall back into the wall behind me. It’s cold and hard against my back but nothing compared to the searing heat that is radiating off his body.

“No one can know who I am. Do you understand me? You are the only person who knows. Got it?”

I half-laugh. “I doubt I’m the only one who knows who you are. I mean, you are”—I lift my fingers to make air quotes—“‘kinda famous.’”

His hands fly to the back of his head as he looks up to the heavens and tries to tame his annoyance at my mocking him.

I push on, “I mean, you’re no Justin Bieber, but I get it. You’re Bryce Sexton’s little brother.”

This definitely ticks him off.

“I own this company, so you’d better watch your tongue. If anyone finds out that I was at that race, then it won’t be just my job on the line.” His words are filled with a sense of urgency.

“Did you hear someone died last night, or do you even care?”

His breathing suspends. “His name was Tyler, and he was a good guy. He worked at his family’s deli and was helping his mom pay her mortgage. Last time I saw him, I yelled in his face because he’d flashed a light when you crossed a line. So, yeah, I f**king care. Don’t ever use his memory to try to one-up me.”

My brows pinch in at his reaction. His eyes have a glass-like quality, which makes me wonder …

“Why do you race if it’s so risky?”

“Because I love it more than anything else in this world.” His serious tone affects me more than I was prepared for. He holds up three fingers. “Bryce and my best friend, Gregg, are the only people who know that I’m Falcon, and I know they’d rather go to the grave than rat a brother out. You, I’m not so sure of.”

My jaw falls as I get closer to him, making sure he knows the insult he just slung my way will not be tolerated.

“Not that I give a flying f**k who you are or what you do, but I’m not hard-pressed to sell anyone out. That’s not my style,” I say.

His hand palms my cheek, and I flinch back, my body hitting the wall behind me once again. I shake my head, confused by his actions.

“What is your style?” His strong, lean body presses against mine.

If I wasn’t so damn mad, I might notice the way his heart is beating wildly out of his chest or how his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, hard. But I’m mad, so I don’t notice any of those things … at all.

Oh, who the f**k am I kidding?

There’s an overwhelming sensation arousing through my body, one that is pulling me toward him, eager for the connection.

I can feel him. Not just his body, but also his energy. He’s like the engine of his Camaro, vibrating within me. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I can feel his thoughts, and they’re magnetic.

When my eyes meet his, the intense pull of those blue orbs bore into mine. His pupils are wide and dark, as if he feels it, too. It’s enough to make me lose my breath.

I try to fight it, but it’s like my hands have a mind of their own when they rise and skim his chest, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath his shirt. His body jolts at the contact, and that only makes me want to travel down the front of his body, feeling every ridge.

I make my way down to his waist to the defined abs he’s concealing with his clothes—way too many clothes.

His hands are strong and callous yet one moves softly from my cheek to under my chin, slightly lifting my face. Our lips align as his other hand wraps around my waist, bringing my body into his.

I feel drunk, dazed, as I breathe in the intoxicating scent of Austin Sexton.

Where is that damn angel from before? I shouldn’t be here. This shouldn’t be happening.

I need to stop this, yet all I can think about is what those lips might feel like when pressed against mine. I grip the sides of his waist and pull him those few extra centimeters toward me, desperate to get as close to him as possible.

He must feel the need as well because he laces his fingers through my hair, holding me even tighter. Our mouths are so close; I can feel his hot breath on my lips.

An electrical current soars through my body when his lips crash into mine.

It’s fiery and passionate. His thumb runs circles on my cheek. It’s a sweet gesture to match his visceral kisses.

I’ve never been kissed like this.

Taken like this.

Owned like this.

Austin pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. We’re still holding on to one another as we try to catch our ragged breaths.

“You like to live on the wild side, don’t you?” he asks.

I can’t help but laugh despite my shallow gasps. I’m rewarded with a gorgeous grin that makes my stomach flutter. I run a thumb over his lips needing to feel them one more time.

Last night, I didn’t know his name, but now, I feel like my world just exploded.

“What was a girl like you doing at a street race last night with a dirtbag like Beckett?” he whispers.

And, just like that, the moment is broken.

Anger radiates up my spine as I push Austin away. “Go to hell.”

Now for the giveaway :D !!

One (1) winner receives:

A signed copy (signed by both authors) of Austin.

How to enter for a chance to win this awesome prize? Just leave a comment below (or better yet, tell us about your favorite bad -boy or sports star – book or otherwise), and by 10pm EST, this Sunday September 23rd, 2018, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.

Also, while not necessary to enter, it would be awesome if you’d share this giveaway on Twitter or Instagram, or Facebook.

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. This book will be sent to the winner directly by the authors.

Giveaway open to US addresses only.

Sign up for my weekly newsletter

{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }

Tasha J September 20, 2018 at 12:01 PM

Well, I suppose I’ll be the 1st- That excerpt was so good!! My favorite bad boy, hands down, is still Travis from Beautiful Disaster. :)

Emma September 20, 2018 at 2:08 PM

Arsen of course

Maryse September 20, 2018 at 3:27 PM

I LOVE both of them so much!!!!

Rose September 20, 2018 at 4:10 PM

Looking forward to reading this one and thank you all for the giveaway! After all the books I’ve read, I probably have a few favorite bad boys but the one that still comes to mind first after years is Kellan!

Cassie September 20, 2018 at 4:16 PM

It’s so hard to pick a favorite Bad-Boy – I think the one most recent one is Joe Coffee in Sarah Darlington’s But First, Coffee

Melanie September 20, 2018 at 4:27 PM

My original love for bad boys came from almost every character in The Outsiders.

Grey September 20, 2018 at 9:09 PM

Aw, my girls are here! I’ve already read this one!! You guys it is Jeannine ~ our rose and Lauren ~ our spicy minx! And they’ve teamed up! So good!! *tosses glitter and confetti* ( and Falcon can just be quiet about it, I’m not making a mess and it isn’t going to be a distraction… geesh! I mean, since you guys wrote a little tidbit about Godiva into the book for me, I figured the least I could do is throw my own after party. :lol:

Leah September 21, 2018 at 12:02 AM

My favorite bad boy is Nix from Mercy by Debra Anastasia. Thanks for a chance!

Patty September 21, 2018 at 4:26 PM

Favorite would be beautiful disaster…by Jamie McGuire

Brenda September 21, 2018 at 6:33 PM

My favorite bad boy would have to be David Ferris from Lick by Kylie Scott. Thank you very much for a chance to win Austin, I would love to read it.

Kim Perry September 21, 2018 at 9:35 PM

Colton Donovan from the Driven series by K. Bromberg

Teresa H September 23, 2018 at 12:17 AM

My favorite bad boy will always be Travis from Beautiful Disaster

Leave a Comment

 

Notify me of followup comments to this post via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.

Previous post:

Next post: