Crushed by Gina Robinson
(The Rushed New Adult and College Romance Series, #2)
Publication date: October 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Some loves can’t be… Crushed
Morgan
Have you ever done something stupid? Like get drunk and hookup
with a guy because your heart was broken by someone else? Like his best friend.
And then done something really dumb, like fall in love with your hookup?
Hookups aren’t stick-around guys. I’m hoping Dakota will be different. But
hoping has gotten me in trouble before.
Dakota
The absolute last girl I want to see in my court-ordered alcohol
and drug information school, the girl who landed me here in the first place,
walks in. After we hooked up, I thought I’d gotten Morgan out of my system. So
why is my pulse racing? I can’t afford to screw up right now. I know I should
avoid her. Morgan has a way of messing up my life. But she’s the only one who
understands.
Add it on Goodreads
Purchase:
AUTHOR BIO:
Gina Robinson is the award-winning author of the contemporary
new adult romances Reckless Longing, Reckless Secrets, and
Reckless Together, and the Agent Ex series of humorous romantic
suspense novels. Rushed, the first book in her new college-set new adult
series will be released on July 3, 2014. She's currently working on
Crushed, the second book of this series featuring a surprising couple from
Rushed. Look for Crushed in early fall 2014.
Author links:
Crushed Excerpt
Dakota
I got to school early, registered, paid my fee, and took a seat
in the back of the class. My dad had chewed my ass off when I told him about
the fine. He lectured me for half an hour on my stupidity. It had cost him real
money. Dad hated paying for shit that could have been avoided.
My buddies at the frat were preparing for a night of first-class
partying. Most of them hoping to get laid. And I was in school to learn all
about the dangers of drinking. It was a joke. Until she walked in.
My pulse raced. My palms sweated. My dick went involuntarily
hard. An absolutely stunning girl stood silhouetted in the doorway—blond, slim
but with the kind of figure I found sexy as hell. Fresh-faced, no makeup. Her
cheeks pink from the cold. Her eyes warm and bright with exercise and
expectation. Her hair curled into the faux fur that rimmed the hood of her
coat. She wore flat boots and yoga pants that left just enough to my
imagination.
She hesitated at the door, like she was uncertain and nervous.
My hero instincts kicked in. I liked her sweet vulnerability. Just as I was
about to get out of my chair and play gentleman, introduce myself and see where
things led, I stopped cold, recognizing her with a start.
Morgan Peterson? Without makeup. Shit.
You'd think my dick would have gone soft at the sight of her.
The damn thing didn't. My pulse involuntarily sped up. What was it about Morgan
Peterson that turned me on even when I was furious with her?
No comments :
Post a Comment