5/24/17

DELETED SCENE AND GIVEAWAY: DATING-ISH BY PENNY REID!!!

Dating-ish is by far one of my most favorite reads of the year. It's smart and funny and heartfelt.  A standalone romance that will run away with your heart and keep it. Today I have a DELETED SCENE from Matt and Marie's book and, you guys, Oh my gosh! It's the most PERFECT scene. I GOT ALL THE TINGLES. My breathing got funny. Oh man! THE FEELS. I can't wait for you to read it. Also, if you haven't one-clicked this amazing book, DO IT! It's everything a romance should be and so much more. Just perfect. 

Title: Dating-ish
Series: Knitting Series Bk #6 - Standalone
Author: Penny Reid
Release Date: 5/16/2017
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SYNOPSIS:
'Dating-ish' can be read as a standalone, is a full length 100k word novel, and is book #6 in the Knitting in the City Series.
There are three things you need to know about Marie Harris: 1) She's fed up with online dating, 2) She's so fed up, she's willing to forego the annoyance and consider more creative alternatives, and 3) She knows how to knit.
After the most bizarre and irritating first date in the history of humankind, Marie is looking for an alternative to men. With the help of her friends, she quickly identifies a few possibilities:
Need a cuddle? Use a professional cuddler. Need affirmation? Get yourself a life coach. Need an orgasm? Try orgasm meditation! Why does she need the hassle of a romantic partner when she can meet all her needs with paid services?
But then her irritating date resurfaces. And he's not at all the person she thought he was. And he suggests a different--and crazier--solution to her dilemma . . .
As everyone knows (or will soon come to realize), traditional relations between humans are a thing of the past. Robots are our future. And if robots are our future, then why do we need other people at all?
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Bonus Scene
This scene takes place between Chapter 27 and the epilogue.

“I expected better food.”
Glancing at Matt’s grumpy expression, I laughed. “Why?”
“He’s a chef.”
“Yeah, but he couldn’t make it himself. It’s his party, and he had other things to do.”
We’d arrived two hours ago and as soon as we stepped foot into the ballroom, I’d realized why David and his betrothed had needed a firm head count so far in advance.
The theme of the engagement party was Harry Potter, specifically book four in the series, The Goblet of Fire. Each guest had been given a Hogwarts robe, tailor-made for her or his height and size, with his or her house crest embroidered over the heart. Apparently, David’s fiancée was a gigantic Harry Potter fan as well as a self-made millionaire of a day-spa empire. 
Therefore, the shindig was the most ridiculously outrageous and ostentatious display of badassery that I’d ever seen. 
And, in case I’d failed to mention, it was Harry Potter themed.
Obviously, Gwen and I hit it off immediately. She was a Ravenclaw—like Matt—and had recently read my cuddle piece as it had just been published. She wanted to ask me what I thought about adding professional cuddlers to her spa services repertoire.
After ten minutes, I found myself in serious danger of falling head over heels into girl-crush territory. 
Yet Matt was throwing me shade, his face twisted into a scowl of disappointment. “I purposefully had a light lunch because I thought the food would be awesome.”
“There’s plenty left.” I motioned to the buffet, which was brimming with delicacies from the pages of Harry Potter.
FYI, in case you missed it, the party was Harry Potter themed.
He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t want something mediocre, or even good. I want something fantastic.” 
I chuckled at him, Matt and his food obsession. How could he be thinking about food when we were flanked by a huge dragon papier mâché sculpture? And to our left was a tank full of mermaids.
MERMAIDS! 
But then I felt his eyes on my profile, and just the weight of his stare sent a shiver racing down my spine. I glanced at him, found his gaze on me heavy with a peculiar kind of intensity.
“What?” 
“Want me to eat you out?”
My mouth fell open in shock, and I scoff-snort-laughed, shaking my head at his teasing. 
But then my grin faded, because I realized he was serious. “You’re serious.”
“Yep.”
“Matt.”
“Valkyrie.” 
“You’re crazy,” I whispered, shaking my head sternly. “We’re not doing that here.”
“But I’m hungry for something I know will taste fantastic.”
An immediate blush surged to my cheeks, leaving my neck hot. “Matt.”
“My love.”
I stepped closer to him, again whispering urgently, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go down on me at my ex’s engagement party, for obvious reasons.”
One side of his mouth tilted higher than the other, as did one eyebrow, wickedness twinkling in his eyes. “I bet I can change your mind.”
“Matt.”
“I won’t even touch you,” he leaned forward, whispering hotly in my ear, “unless you want me to.”
I gathered a deep breath, glaring at the air around him, my chest tight and achy.
He leaned away, still grinning—his smile somehow both soft and sharp—his eyes dropping to my mouth. “I had a hard time focusing at work today,” he said conversationally.
I made a noncommittal sound, still glaring at him, but unable to completely suppress my smile.
“Don’t you want to know why?”
I shook my head, but asked, “Why did you have a hard time focusing?”
Part of me suspected—and hoped—this was merely a setup for another floppy disk joke. Part of me hoped it wasn’t.
His voice lost its conversational tone, grew darker. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”
I bit my bottom lip, a wave of simmering longing unfurling in my belly. “Oh?”
“Take this morning, for instance.”
My eyelashes fluttered at the memory of what we’d done this morning, how he’d joined me in the shower unexpectedly.
“When you took my cock into your body, and I held your wrists above your head so I could taste your tits while we fucked, did you like that? Because it sounded like you did. It sounded like you couldn’t get enough.”
I gritted my teeth. My heart was racing.
“I love how you feel, how hot you are, and how soft. So fucking soft. I love how you breathe, how you pant. But mostly, I love how you beg.” His gaze lost its mischievousness, and became achingly earnest and solemn. “They were delicious, by the way.”
“What?”
He let his eyes drop meaningfully to my chest and smirked.
“Were they?” I asked, winded, my breasts feeling heavier, fuller than they had mere seconds ago.
“Yes. But not as sweet as your. . .” He licked his top lip, drawing it into his mouth, biting it lightly like he’d done to me this morning, but in a completely different place. 
“Matt,” I whimpered. “You’re not nice.”
“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.” He held his hand out, his voice now a deep, grumbly whisper. “I’m so hungry for you, Marie. I’m starving.” 
Damn. 
Damn.
“Where?” I asked, taking his hand, hardly recognizing myself, but sublimely in love with this version of me. Because of the incredible man—owner of my heart—taking my hand.
“Come . . .” He grinned wolfishly in triumph, tugging toward the large makeshift hedge maze at one end of the room, “Come with me.”




Penny Reid is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she’s not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.





10 comments:

  1. That was so hot and nerdy!! Loved it!

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  2. This is so frigging erotic and sensual!
    Matt's right... he really didn't have to touch Marie to get her eroused.
    Such a great scene!
    Thank you for sharing!

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  3. I've always been about the Winston men, but oh dear....Maaaaaaattt.
    Love this scene -- sexy, yet smart, and still raised my nerd levels.

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  4. Heart racing, toes curled, juices flowing........I'm done!

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