2/19/16

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY: BOOTY CALL BY AINSLEY BOOTH!

Title: Booty Call
Series: Forbidden Bodyguards Standalone
Author: Ainsley Booth
Release Date: February 23, 2016
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SYNOPSIS:
I know what I’m doing when I text Scott at four in the morning.
He knows what I’m doing, too.
That’s why he shows up twenty-three minutes later, freshly showered with a condom in his pocket and a barely dissolved breath mint on his tongue.
I smirk as he looms over me. “You are such a dirty old man.”
“We need to stop doing this.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re twenty-one and I’m not. Because I want to take you on a f***ing date and you won’t. Because we wind up yelling at each other half the time.”
“But the rest of the time you’re inside me and it feels so good, right?”
His eyes darken and I don’t need to look down to know he’s hard for me.
*** THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK, CONNECTED TO THE HORUS GROUP SERIES ***
PURCHASE HERE:
 Scott

I leave the Horus Group offices and pull my phone out of my pocket. The text message I got earlier in the day is still on the screen when I swipe in my password.

A: I’m going to be studying late tonight.

We’ve done this a few times now. Sometimes I find her. Sometimes she tells me she’s out alone. I walk her home, and leave her at her door because up until tonight, I’ve had obligations that make things complicated between us.
Tonight is going to be different.
Tonight, I’m no longer her sister’s bodyguard.
Tonight, I’m a free man.

S: Dashford Library?
A: Darkest corner of the campus… and I’ll be walking home all by myself
S: Not tonight
A: … don’t get my hopes up
S: What time should I pick you up?
A: Midnight
S: That’s some serious studying
A: I’m a serious girl
S: I have no doubt
A: Any chance I can turn this walk home into a booty call?

I don’t answer her. I don’t trust myself, either way. Yes, there’s a chance. There’s also a chance I’ll find my inner moral compass and leave this girl alone.
Not a good one, but there’s always a chance.


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  4. OOur 24-wildchild, flame-thrower, non-perishable-blogs R a total wasteOtime ...yet, a total wealth of bottomless inferences, nuanced sophistication, and synonymous metaphors which shall creep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn. And, frankly, I wouldn't be too concerned about what the bionic, bloated, whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more worried about what JESUS shall say at the General Judgement.

    First, why else does a moth fly from the night than to a bold, attractive candle Light? Don't let His extravagant brilliance be extinguished, girl. You're creative, yes? Then fly-away with U.S. to the antidote.

    Meet this ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra guhroovy, pleasure-beyond-measure, party-hardy-reality-show-addiction 24/7 you DO NOT wanna miss, where the Son never goes down from a VitSee-ing, ultra-passionate-YOUTHwitheTRUTH in which you'll find nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillions... of deluxe-HTTP opportunities for enveloping, engulfing excitement; where you'll looove an endless eternity of aplomBOMBs falling ALL over thy incredible, indelible cranium, as you'll have an XtraXcitinXpose with an IQ much higher than K2. . .

    So, here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

    Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.

    MyLoveLetterToJanetIrene.blogspot.com

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