Fighting for Phoebe Synopsis:
Jace Daniels is undeniably sexy.
I mean who doesn’t like the muscular, tattooed type who’s all mysterious and brooding? But he’s on the run from something dangerous, and I have enough of my own problems.
My existence has revolved around deception for as long as I can remember. Sometimes lying is like a damn disease...one I’ve been exposed to since birth. And as many times as I’ve dreamed about running away, my mother’s grasp on me runs deep.
Phoebe Carson is hot as hell.
She’s not just gorgeous, but quirky and a lot of fun. Even though I can’t afford to get involved with anyone, I feel a need to protect her from her psychotic ex.
After a failed attempt to expose the truth about a fellow Marine’s disappearance, running was my only option. I don’t know how much time I have until they’ll arrest me, but I’m determined to make things right.
When their paths collide, the passion is so explosive that neither of them can walk away. But once the truth unravels, proving it’s more than fate that brought them together, will Jace still decide she’s worth fighting for?
Excerpt for Fighting for Phoebe
There are two things I haven’t allowed myself the pleasure of in what feels like ages, mostly because I’m broke and by all accounts I should know better by now. Getting blissfully drunk at the bar without worrying about the consequences, and shamelessly lusting after an attractive man that looks every bit the part of a bad boy.
But in my defense, the stranger sitting three barstools across from me is hot beyond words. In every way imaginable. As in my panties get a little more soaked each time I sneak a look his way. And let’s be real. There are men who are born naturally hot, and men who get better looking after discovering they possess a charming personality or whatever bullshit desperate women tell themselves after meeting a fugly guy. The natural ones aren’t always easy to come by.
I suppose it’s possible getting turned on from staring at a complete stranger makes me a complete perv in need of psychological help, but damn it, I haven’t been laid in a long time. Besides, he looks to be around my age and he isn’t wearing a wedding ring, so my ogling is harmless. Or so I keep telling myself.
I watch his thick, tattooed arm rest on the cracked bar top in front of him as the other arm flexes to bring a glass of amber liquid up to his pouting, delectable lips, surrounded by a shadowed jaw. I’ve never seen a mouth that beautiful on a man. When I imagine getting a taste of those heavenly lips, soft and sweet like the rum he’s drinking, I bite down on a whimper.
Jennifer Ann's Bio:
Jennifer Ann is the pen name used by Jen Naumann when writing steamy romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, rock concerts, and Marines. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.
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