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Additional Excerpt from The Gorgeous Nothings:
“This isn’t happening,” he muttered, pacing around the room. “Somebody’s gonna walk in on us, like your dad.”
I giggled, loving how unnerved he was about the whole thing. “If it bothers you that much then just lock the door.”
“No.” With a shaky finger he pointed to my pants on the floor. “You-you put your jeans back on.”
“Only if you look at me. And I mean really look at me, Stone.”
He shook his head. I’d never seen his eyes that big before. They were wide and wild, like some animal trapped in a house, a poor creature filled with anxiety because they don’t know how to escape. It wasn’t funny anymore, so I reached for my jeans. “Never mind, this was stupid.” How pathetic was I?
“Bree, wait. You have a beautiful body.”
“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “Only if you like two-toned legs.”
“I like ‘em. I like ‘em a lot.”
“Stone, just drop it. You don’t have to try to make me feel better. I’m a lost cause. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that. Stop being so down on yourself.” Somehow he was right in front of me. “And don’t say you’re sorry. Not about this. I know how beautiful you are. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
I think I’d been waiting my whole short life for a boy to tell me that. Instead of pulling my jeans back up, I let them slide down my legs. And Stone, well he took a very big gulp so that his Adam’s apple went down and then back, like an elevator stopping on the right floor.
He cupped my butt with nervous hands, making me teeter closer to him. I crossed by arms over his neck, hoping to get my first real kiss from a boy. I knew with a certainty that I wanted Stone to be the one. His lips brushed against my forehead, pausing on the huge milky white spot that was so out of place against my brown skin. As he continued a slow descent down my face with this mouth, I couldn’t breathe. I felt woozy and feverish all at once. There was an ache in my groin that I couldn’t put a name on, but somehow I knew that Stone had the cure. He also took the time to kiss along the discolored patch of skin under my lower lip. With that simple, wonderful act, I believed him when he told me I was beautiful, and he kept telling me, even as his hands roamed far into my panties, until my knees buckled at what his fingers were doing. So when he told me to open my mouth wider, I didn’t hesitate. And when he used his hips to push my legs further apart, I let him. I let him touch and rub on me until I was wet down there. Wet with my own arousal. As I rode the crest of my first orgasm, I wondered what it felt like for boys.
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