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About the author:
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven original story.
What inspired you to write your book?
The idea that three people can really complement each other and find true love together. It was a new topic for me.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“What are you doing to me?” His voice has dropped more, so deep I feel it vibrate under my skin. “I love this shirt you have on today.”
Low-cut shirt, mini skirt, boots. The works. Brylee would be so proud. My chest flushes when his eyes dip low.
“Did you wear these for me?”
“It’s for VIV.”
He looks up from my chest, dark brows drawing together. “VIV?”
“Very Important Visitors.”
“Am I very important?”
I gulp. “Anyone who brings me coffee is important.”
“Even when it burns you?”
“It’s not fun if it doesn’t burn a little,” I whisper back.
He makes a sound deep in his throat, like a strangled groan. “Fuck, you’re driving me mad. One moment you’re funny, the next hot. The hottest bookseller I’ve ever met.”
Met a lot of booksellers? I want to ask, but he’s walking me backward toward the shelves. He puts down my coffee on the counter, then we’re ensconced between two tall shelves, and he’s pressing me against the Children Books section.
“I want to kiss you,” he says, his arms bracketing my body, gripping the shelves on either side of me, trapping me.
“Please do,” I start to say when his lips crush on mine, warm and firm and tasting like spice and coffee, and I moan, unable to stop myself.
So good. So much better than I ever imagined, and I have a vibrant, well-trained imagination. The way his mouth moves over mine is decadent, slow, sexy. By the time his tongue parts my lips, I’m running my hands up and down his body and sucking on his mouth like an alcoholic on his last bottle.