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Jeri’s Book Attic is extremly excited to introduce you to Michael Anderson. You thought you knew everything about the typical CEO ?
You are going to change your mind after reading this Book
We already had the pleasure and believe me this was the first Book to bring tears of laughter to me because of a DOG …and still feature a really hot Guy
“How did you know the dog was a boy
before you read the tag?”
before you read the tag?”
Looking up at him with her
cinnamon-colored eyes, she stated very matter-of-factly, “Boys have
penises.”
cinnamon-colored eyes, she stated very matter-of-factly, “Boys have
penises.”
At that moment, Michael was very aware
that he, himself, was a boy.
that he, himself, was a boy.
Neighbors with Benefits by Marissa ClarkePublished by: Entangled:
Lovestruck
Publication date: June 30th
2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis:
A satisfying category romance
from Entangled’s new Lovestruck imprint…
Love thy sexy jerk of a neighbor…
from Entangled’s new Lovestruck imprint…
Love thy sexy jerk of a neighbor…
CEO Michael Anderson might be something of a “control freak.” Still, he’s not
quite sure why his therapist thinks dogsitting will fix anything—especially
since he and the canine share a kind of mutual loathing. And to make matters
worse, a house sitter moves in next door disrupting his peace—and his dates—with
the worst possible music at the worst possible time… every time.
quite sure why his therapist thinks dogsitting will fix anything—especially
since he and the canine share a kind of mutual loathing. And to make matters
worse, a house sitter moves in next door disrupting his peace—and his dates—with
the worst possible music at the worst possible time… every time.
Free-spirited artist Mia Argaropolis has settled into the perfect
gig—housesitting in NYC’s Upper West Side while working as an art therapist. Too
bad she’s stuck living next door to a bossy control freak with a penchant for
calling building security when she blasts music to drown out the noises coming
through his bedroom wall.
gig—housesitting in NYC’s Upper West Side while working as an art therapist. Too
bad she’s stuck living next door to a bossy control freak with a penchant for
calling building security when she blasts music to drown out the noises coming
through his bedroom wall.
Post-apocalyptic dinner rolls that nearly take her kitchen with them, a
douchebag ex, and a Shih Tzu with the personality of Godzilla attack Mia in one
day, and her unlikely neighbor comes to the rescue. Like it was her fault. And
now, somehow, they find themselves engaged? Both agree, this neighborly feud
just got taken to a whole new level.
douchebag ex, and a Shih Tzu with the personality of Godzilla attack Mia in one
day, and her unlikely neighbor comes to the rescue. Like it was her fault. And
now, somehow, they find themselves engaged? Both agree, this neighborly feud
just got taken to a whole new level.
AUTHOR BIO:
Marissa Clarke lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the
mosquitoes.
mosquitoes.
When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three
teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house
(and Marissa’s heart) with an iron paw. She loves to connect with readers, so
follow/friend her on Facebook and Twitter or shoot her an email from her website
“Contact” page.
teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house
(and Marissa’s heart) with an iron paw. She loves to connect with readers, so
follow/friend her on Facebook and Twitter or shoot her an email from her website
“Contact” page.
Author links:
Excerpt
“This shouldn’t happen…can’t
happen.”
happen.”
“Shouldn’t and can’t are very far
apart, Mia. Which is it?”
apart, Mia. Which is it?”
“I can’t.” She could actually hear her
own heartbeat. “No” wasn’t an answer Michael Anderson was accustomed to, but
then, Mia wasn’t his usual fare. There had to be a way to make him understand.
“If it were two years ago, we’d be naked on the floor of this car.”
own heartbeat. “No” wasn’t an answer Michael Anderson was accustomed to, but
then, Mia wasn’t his usual fare. There had to be a way to make him understand.
“If it were two years ago, we’d be naked on the floor of this car.”
He groaned.
“But I’m smarter now. Jason taught me
to never eat french fries.”
to never eat french fries.”
His eyes narrowed at the mention of her
ex. “What do french fries have to do with having sex with me?”
ex. “What do french fries have to do with having sex with me?”
“Everything. See, you are the french
fry. Delicious, salty, easy going down.”
fry. Delicious, salty, easy going down.”
He covered his face and groaned again.
“Oh, God. Stop. You’re killing me.”
“Oh, God. Stop. You’re killing me.”
“But you’re terrible for me. The worst
possible thing.”
possible thing.”
“No. I’m not.”
“I need more than fast food, Michael.
Like I told you last week on Bow Bridge, I need a true friend. Someone who
wants me for me. Just like a french fry, you might be what I crave, but you’re
not what I need as a regular diet to stay healthy.”
Like I told you last week on Bow Bridge, I need a true friend. Someone who
wants me for me. Just like a french fry, you might be what I crave, but you’re
not what I need as a regular diet to stay healthy.”
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