Author of Fallen Crest Series, Ryan's Bed, Crew, and so many more!
Author of Fallen Crest Series, Ryan's Bed, Crew, and so many more!
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Using that middle font for a reason 😏 **** There were no cracks in the sidewalk. A few trees had crystal lights on them. Palm trees dotted the streets. A lady was walking a little dog, with a pink leash and I was pretty sure there were diamonds on the dog’s collar. Maybe just sequins? Either way, they was rich. That was for damn sure. I felt two inches tall. The lady eyed us as she drew closer, and she looked right at me. Suspicion flared, her hand going into her pocket. “Gotta go.” Her phone was coming out, and she was going to call the cops. I knew it. Jordan cursed, and he moved to put the truck in drive just as another lady stepped up. She slapped her hand down on the edge of the truck bed. “The fuck?” Z almost fell backward, scrambling around to see who had got the jump on us. Who it was, was a middle-aged woman and she was ignored us. Her gaze was solely focused on the pink-leath-dog-walking lady, the cop-calling one. She smiled wide and raised her hand high, waving, making a big deal out of it. “Hiya, Clara! How are you doing?” Her voice was loud too, and she was doing it all on purpose. Z scowled at her. “Lady, let go of our truck.” Her hand tightened. Jordan opened his door and started around to her side. She continued talking, her hand still in the air. “How’s Gordon doing? Did you call Brentworth’s firm? I know they’re excellent at defending their clients.” She gave a forced laugh, but it was a hearty one. “It never matters if they’re guilty, and don’t you worry about your Gordon. Even if he goes in for a little bit, I’m sure they’ll send him to a day-camp sort of place.” The dog walking woman had frozen, but after the lady gripping the truck kept on, her voice getting louder and louder, the dog walker finally yanked her dog around and hauled ass back the way they had come. “Lady,” Jordan growled now at her side. “You need to let go of my truck. Now.” She waited, her eyes following the dog walker until she turned a corner. Finally stepping away, she removed her hand up and moved toward the front of the truck. She moved slowly, her hands out like she was being arrested. Her eyes found mine...
He's thinking 'I love my ball! You bought me a new ball that looks like my other ten balls, but it's the best ball.'
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Guess what's here?! Here's the cover for Crew Princess!! Blurb: Being crew is walking between two worlds. One world is normal: Prom. Parties. College. Those are the concerns they worry about. In our world, we deal with other situations. Cops. Drugs. Brawling. That’s a typical day for us. But what if it wasn’t? What if there came a day when you stopped? When you considered letting your enemies win? When you didn’t fight back? When you chose a different path? First I lost my family. Then I got the Wolf Crew. I couldn't lose them too. But what happens when Cross, Zellman, and Jordan keep going… ...and I don’t? Crew Princess is the second book in the Crew Series All links are in ny bio @tijansbooks I'm running a $25 gift card to Starbucks too. That link is in bio as well.
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COVER REVEAL THIS THURSDAY! This has not been edited! *** “Stuff it, Taz.” Relief. I grasped tighter to the railing just as Cross was heading down. I looked up now, more relief flooding me because his eyes were firmly locked on his sister’s and his jaw was clenched. That strong and squarelike jaw, one that I ached to kiss and touch and run my hands over. His hair was a little lighter than normal, but cut short, and if possible, he’d been hitting the weights harder over the last two months than normal. Jordan and Zellman liked to lift weights, but was a past-time for them. It wasn’t a religious thing. Not for Cross. There was a fresh set of weights at Jordan’s shed and Cross went there for a couple hours a day now. The results were staggering. Still at six-one, he remained lean, but he was much more defined than ever. His stomach was a washboard of abs, and if he turned to the side with his shirt off, I could see nearly every cut of his muscles. He’d been on a mission and besides lifting weights, training with Race (who was a boxer ), his other outlet was me. He turned those tawny hazel eyes on me, and I was zapped, just by that mere look. I could tell he needed a release. I was feeling my own rising up again, just fueled earlier by being cornered by Sweets and then having Taz following me inside. If Jordan and Z didn’t come find us, Cross and I would be taking off on our own. Just a matter of time. “Cross,” Taz was starting, flicking the tear away. Her voice suddenly firmed back up. Shocker. She angled her body so she was half blocking him now as he came down the stairs, a bag over his shoulder. She had a hand on the other railing. “You need to talk to Mom--” He stopped in front of her, staring down at her. “I don’t, actually.” “Cross--” His words clipped out, “Don't.” Taz’s entire body seemed to deflate. “Hey, Cross!” God. Really? Monica had come in, along with Sunday Barnes. No Sweets, but one of their other girls were with them. Lila, I think. Monica’s the one who had said hello, but Lila was the one gazing at Cross like he had a halo over his head. If only she knew what he’d almost done right after winter.
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Reese kept his distance from me the rest of the day. I worked like a normal employee, with only minimal fangirling still going on inside of me, but not as much. The whole ‘stupidly tragic’ thing put a damper on my inner fangirl. But he watched me, and I couldn’t ignore the flutter going on in my stomach. And those weren’t there because of my fanatical fan-ways. They were there and growing because of a different reason, one that was more like me woman and he man, that sort of way. And that was bad. I could do nuts. Crazy was a nice firm wall that I kept around myself, shielding people from getting too close, or from me connecting as a real human being kinda way. It was a good firm wall locked around me, and the more he was watching me, the more that wall was getting dents in it, and that was the bad part. Really bad. Like seriously, I’m stupid—sign me up for another stint of therapy kind of bad. I did not need to deal with anyone on a real basis. Lucas was the most I’d tried in a year, and we all know how that ended. Reese Forster made Grandpa Newt not even a blip. But, I was walking from the main lounge, after dinner when he fell in step beside me, and for some reason no one clued Reese Forster in on how bad of an idea he was to my senses. “I didn’t mean to freak you out earlier,” he said. I almost faltered in my stride, but caught myself and kept going. I needed to deal with this problem before I was put in a mental clinic. “Tell me something gross about yourself.” “Why?” We were rounding one of the outdoor courts. A couple of the other players were there, shooting hoops. I figured, why not. “Because gross helps balance things out. I need balancing out. I’m starting to like you.” He grabbed my arm, jerking me to a stop. His head inclined toward me. His eyes keen. “Say again.” Free in kindle unlimited! Link in bio or www.tijansbooks.com/teardrop-shot.html
We shouldn't have become roommates. We shouldn't have become friends. We really shouldn't have become more than friends, except we did. He's in the NBA, and I'm a mess. Free in Kindle Unlimited https://amzn.to/2N5zF5j Link in bio! #Teardropshot
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LIVE AND FREE IN KU! Tag a friend, comment below, or repost! Enter as much as you want but only tag friends who might be interested. Link in bio!!! Www.tijansbooks.com EXCERPT: I took Grant’s cigarette. “I don’t know what to tell you—” He plucked it back out of my hands. He scowled. “What the fuck? I know you, Charlie. I know you. You’re going to take a drag, then start coughing so much you’re almost puking, and you’ll run inside to the bathroom. Either way, you get out of this conversation, and I know that’s the real goal for you.” He pointed his cigarette at me before taking it to his mouth. “No smokes for you, and stop bullshitting me. Just tell me what I want to know, and we can be done with it.” His eyes flicked upward. “And you know I’m sorry for being a dumbass earlier. I get you not wanting to talk about you-know-who, but just reassure this old bastard who used to be your best friend that you are talking to someone about him?” I was quiet. He sighed. “Charlie.” “I’ve mentioned the situation to Reese.” “Forster?” he scoffed. “Yes. Him.” He was quiet again. “Shit. I’m trying not to be best-friend jealous here. Him? Really?” I shrugged, my stomach settling back down. “To be honest, I didn’t say much. Just that I’m going through something stupidly tragic." Another beat. “It’s not stupid. It’s just tragic, plain and simple.” Oh whoa. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk. I blinked back sudden tears. They’d come out of nowhere. I stuck out a blind hand for his cigarette. He chuckled, swatting it back down. “Here. Drink this instead.” He pushed his beer into my hand, and I guzzled it. He sat back, and the air felt lighter somehow. He finished his cigarette. “I saw Superstar’s interview. He flicked his ear.” His shoulder nudged mine. I’d beamed when Reese did that, and I knew Grant had noticed, though no one else did. Reese made the gesture so subtle, it looked like he was flicking off some sweat or an itch. But I saw it. “That was for you, wasn’t it? You used to do little signals all the time when we were young.” I laughed, the beer helping with my throat. “That’s right. The good old…” I raised my middle....
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Out the door. To the bus. A few of the guys eyed me with interest. A couple winked. Two smiled. Then there were the blank stares, a couple disgusted looks, all until the end where Reese was bringing up the rear. Juan was in front of him, a coach walking next to Reese, his hand on his shoulder. He was nodding to what the coach was saying, then he saw me, and his eyes sparked. He half-turned his head toward me, enough so the coach stopped talking, lifting his head too to see what caught Reese’s attention. Seeing it was only good old me, the coach went right back to speaking, but Reese didn’t look away. He eyed me the whole time as he passed, his head turning to watch me as Juan held the door open for him. Noting the look, Juan took interest in me too. His own eyebrows pinching together, a slight frown marring his face. And because they were the rear of the group, I waited a beat before I fell in line. These guys were giants, all of them except their trainers, and even most of those guys were six feet and in amazing shape. Came with the job, I suppose. This was my life. I couldn’t get over it. I was walking behind the Seattle Thunder. I was going to ride on their bus with them, show them the way to get to the airport—wait. Oh, shit. I held up a hand. “Hold on!” I took off, back inside. “Owen!” The door slammed shut behind me, then I heard it squeak as it was opened again. “Where are you going?” I was dying. That was Reese. “I need directions.” His nostrils flared and his head moved back an inch. “You’re supposed to be giving us directions.” “I know, but—” There was a fork in the road and I always went the wrong way, but instead of explaining that to Reese, I yelled for Owen. “Left or right at the fork?” “Right!” Hadley yelled, “He means left. He thought you said left, and he was saying right to the left. It’s left.” I was confused. A body stood next to me. I could feel Reese’s heat coming off him, and his arm lifted. He had his phone out, was frowning at it. “Why’s the GPS all f*cked up out here?” I gulped. “The signal out here is crap.” He grunted, putting his phone away. “Makes sense.” He eyed me again, before nodding up at Owen who had come out from his office.
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Q: What's a tv show you're obsessed with?! *** There was Garth Carzoni. I almost fell down into the dishwasher. I should stop gawking, but I couldn’t. Terry Bartlonguesen. I made a weird sounding gurgle. It started as a sigh, but I caught myself and barked out an alien something again. I wasn’t sure myself what it was. He’d been traded the last year to help--I couldn’t breathe. Literally. My heart stopped working as he leaned over and whispered something to Matthew Crusky. Matthew Crusky, everyone! The Cruskinator. The Cruskimachine. Double-down on the weird alien sigh. I sagged again, but grabbed for the sink and caught myself. Right. Look away. Brain walls. Brain walls. They needed to be erected. Standing upright and ready. I felt my knees going. I couldn’t stop myself. I went back to my stalker/gawking mode. Beau Michems. Crowd surges to their feet and makes a standing ovation. Ahhhh. Ahhhhh. And he was sitting next to Juan Cartion. Juan Cartion. Juan the Speedster Cartion! His other nickname was the Chia Pet because his hair would frizz up during every game. The announcers loved teasing him about it. He wasn’t the Chia Pet here, though. His hair was slicked down and combed to the side. He was the shooting guard, and--I was about to embark into Pure Insanity Mode so I had to guard myself, ram up the shields--he was Reese Forster’s best friend. My mouth dried up, just thinking of him, thinking his best friend was in that room. His best friend was twenty feet from me. Me. From me! “Settle down, Cherry Popper.” “Cherry Popper?” I turned around, and raised an eyebrow. “Are you using reverse psychology on me? Hoping I’ll want to pop your cherry.” Trent laughed. “I was hoping for projection. I’m projecting my fantasies onto you.” I snorted. “Hate to break it to you, but my cherry was popped long agooo...oo...oh shit.” My boss was standing on the other side of the counter. #sportsromance #celebrityromance #celebrityromancebooks #basketballromance #Teardropshot
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When we pulled up, an SUV was pulling away, and there, about to open the door, was Reese. Lauren jerked forward, gripping the seat in front of her. “Is that—oh my God!” Wearing Thunder warm-ups and a Thunder sweatshirt, a cap pulled low and his hood up, Reese was still easy to recognize. He saw our van and paused, then turned toward us, raising his hand. “Hey, strangers.” He smirked and bent down to see inside. “Oh, wow. You have a full vehicle.” Angling his head, he saw me and his smirk grew. “All the way in the back. That’s my little psycho.” I flushed. The rest of the van started laughing. Lauren’s eyes were saucers. “How do you—you know—” She looked at me and then at Reese. “What is happening right now?” He took pity on her. “Hi. I’m Reese. I know these crazy people.” He nodded. “And I’m liking the vehicle digs. I should get something like this. I can get a driver to take me around. More branding for the team. Right?” I was done waiting for someone to get out first. I started forward, and Trent opened the door for me. Lauren began to climb out, but he held her back. “Maybe we should park and all come in then?” he suggested to Grant. I almost sagged from thankfulness. They were giving us just a moment of privacy. Reese moved, and as if we’d practiced it, he held his arms out and I jumped into them. I barely registered Hadley’s surprised gasp, or the fact that Trent shut the door behind me. I was just focused on Reese’s arms and the way he carried me, like I was a doll again, inside the building, away from any more prying eyes. Once inside, he walked right to the elevator. “I’m assuming they’re coming up?” I took him in. He hadn’t showered, so the tips of his hair were still wet, pressed under his hat, and he reeked, but he’d just run maybe two miles and scored forty-two points. That made up for any smell. I was also eager to get in that shower with him. Once the elevator door closed, Reese’s mouth was on mine. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his lips opening mine. “I have missed this.” His hand slid down to my waist, lifting my jersey and stroking up my naked back. “You taste so good. Smell fucking good." #basketballromance #celebrityromance
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LOOK WHAT'S LIVE?! Teardrop Shot is LIVE in Kindle Unlimited. All links in bio. I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version. He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation. He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. And dumped. And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right? Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates. And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did. ) I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA. This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all. Teardrop Shot is a 100k standalone sports romance. ALL LINKS IN BIO!
LOOK WHAT'S LIVE?! All links in bio *** I am doing this $50 gift card giveaway at @tijansbooks on Facebook. *** Teardrop Shot is LIVE and FREE Kindle unlimited! I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version. He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation. He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. And dumped. And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right? Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates. And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did. ) I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA. This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all. Teardrop Shot is a 100k standalone sports romance. Kindle: https://amzn.to/2Fujng8 Paperback: https://amzn.to/2IBLSur Barnes and Noble pb: https://bit.ly/2XtBnBE TBR: https://bit.ly/2ZBfAFq Website: www.tijansbooks.com/teardrop-shot.html Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TijansFanPage AND I'm doing a Teardrop signed paperback and swag giveaway here: https://bit.ly/2X0TxGC Go forth! Share. Click. Have fun! Enter all the fun stuff, but mostly -- I hope hope hope you enjoy Reese and Charlie.
GIVEAWAY! Closing I will be closing this on my blog tonight! Www.tijansbooks.com Comment here for the signed pb, magnet, and bookmark. LOOK WHAT'S LIVE?! Teardrop Shot is LIVE in Kindle Unlimited. All links in bio. @tijansbooks I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version. He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation. He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. And dumped. And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right? Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates. And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did. ) I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA. This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all. Teardrop Shot is a 100k standalone sports romance. All links in bio where to go for more places to enter to win this giveaway! This is just one spot. I will announce on my blog the winner later this week. Or go here: https://bit.ly/2X0TxGC Go forth! Share. Click. Have fun! Enter all the fun stuff, but mostly -- I hope hope hope you enjoy Reese and Charlie.
ONE. LAST. DAY!! Gah. Are you guys ready? I'm not ready. *** Quick question: paperback or ereaders? What do you read the most from? *** I don’t know why I looked up. Might’ve been the hairs on the back of my neck shifting. They didn’t stand up. It wasn’t that type of feeling that was trickling down my back, but it was an awareness. I glanced up and that nice soft trickle ramped up in volume. I was scorched to the bone. Reese Forster was staring at me. He sat at a table a few yards away, and while his teammates were talking, he was looking right at me. I paused with the dishes. The whole thing only lasted a second or two, but the world melted away. I felt a pounding in my chest. Maybe it was my heart. Whatever it was, I swallowed over that damn lump that seemed permanently lodged there, and I stopped what I was doing. Until he looked away. One of the guys spoke to him, and he turned to answer. The spell was broken, but I felt the remnants still inside of me. I was a mess—a very literal jumbled mess that had bones and skin keeping it together, but it really hit me at that moment. I mean, it had hit me at various times over the last year, and I was doing this whole denying routine to keep myself from falling apart, but in this moment, the reality of how destroyed I was inside became crystal clear. Links in bio or www.tijansbooks.com/teardrop-shot.html
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