One week until my next New Adult release, The Write Stuff. The early response has been overwhelmingly positive.
"Smart, snarky, sexy and fun. I couldn't get enough of this heartfelt contemporary romance. I laughed, I cried, and I loved it to pieces!!!!"--Melissa Brown
"This book made laugh riotously, squirm ridiculously, and swoon like an eighteenth century maiden with a case of the vapors. Bravo, Tiffany King!"--Maggi Myers
"Sexy, flirty, fun!"--Vilma's Book Blog
Pre-orders available now.
Twenty-two-year-old historical romance writer Nicole Blake, or N.S. Blake to her readers, hasn't taken an official poll, mind you, but she is convinced she may be the only romance author on the planet who is still a card-carrying member of the virgin club.
Not that she hasn't tried to end her membership. Life just keeps finding pesky ways to interfere. With no prospects on the horizon, Nicole begins to feel like the closest she will ever get to experiencing a man is within her own stories.
Opportunity presents itself in the form of hot-as-sin-on-a-lollipop-stick bartender/premed student Alec Petropoulos, who agrees to be the cover model for her upcoming book. Sparks fly instantly between them, and Nicole begins to entertain the possibility that she's finally found the right guy to hand over her tattered V-card. Alec has all the makings for a perfect one-night-stand candidate except, much to Nicole's surprise, he seems to be the only man in existence not interested in bagging a virgin.
Stuck between a rock and a stubborn male, what's a virgin to do? Seduce him, of course. How hard could it be? If it works for the characters in her stories, why wouldn't it work for her? After all, what happens under the cover…stays under the cover.