Monday, October 30, 2017

THE HUNT BY MONICA JAMES-RELEASE DAY BLITZ



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My name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can’t explain.

This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.

The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.

I…just…want…her.

I’m so screwed.


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Series: A Hard Love Romance 
Book 1: Dirty Dix http://amzn.to/1Fz2WX0
Book 2: Wicked Dix http://amzn.to/1RiiIu7
Genre: Rom-Com, Erotica
Release Date: October 30th 2017



The Hard Love Romance series books are exactly what you expect from the name. They aren't puppies and rainbows, the characters are a little less glossy, a little more player, and a lot less easy to like.

Hunter O'Shea definitely fits this bill. You meet him with Dix, as Dixon is his best friend. And, well, you like him, but he is definitely not the man of romantic fantasy. He's a player, he is crude and he is a womanizer, so he seems like possibly not the catch of the century.

Mary definitely sees him this way. Attractive? Sure. But not someone she is interested in trading anything other than insults with...and that she puts up with because he is the best friend of the man marrying her best friend.

He's a player, a jerk and he is crude.

Or is he?

Well, as the reader and Mary quickly learn, there is a lot under the parts of Hunter that he lets everyone see, a lot more depth and a lot more heart and compassion.

What I love about this is the fact that Monica James doesn't really "redeem" Hunter in any traditional romantic hero sort of way. Is he willing to change for Mary? Yes, he is. Is he willing to fall in love with her and commit to her for the long term? Yes. But, is he particularly sorry about his past, his conquests and the numbers of women he was involved with?

Nope.

Not in the slightest.

And, I loved this about him, and about this story.

Will this mean that it is not for everyone? Possibly. Does it mean that I loved reading about a romantic anti-hero who gets his happily ever after? Definitely.

I recommend this title.




Something is happening and I have no idea what. Mary’s eyes drop to my lips before she uneasily licks hers. Her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and heavy breathing all point to one thing—but that’s not possible. This woman hates me, all delicious, lithe five-foot-four of her wants me dead.

So why is she not slapping my cheeks and calling me a dirty manwhore when I inch closer to her lips? And why am I not slamming on the brakes because I don’t kiss—ever, but that rule seems to be obsolete when the supplest pair of lips are a hairs breadth away?

I’m rolling in her perfume. Slathering it all over my body and inhaling it like a new drug. She is all goddess, and if I don’t touch her, I’m going to explode.

Placing my palm to her cheek, we both moan at the contact, and when she parts those lips, I’m as good as gone. “Hunter, wh-what are you doing?”

My name has never sounded sweeter. “Shortcake, I don’t know…you tell me.” The ball is in her court. I’m liquefying and my brain turned to mush about fifteen minutes ago, so I’m in no state to be the one calling the shots.

“I…I…” she fumbles, never breaking eye contact.

“You what?” I ask, tugging at the lobe of her ear, before tracing my pointer down her throat. Her pulse is hammering, a sure sign she’s about to either surrender, or flee.

“I…oh god,” she whimpers, biting her lip when I work my finger back up and paint over her jawline in a slow sweep.

“You have three seconds…three seconds to stop me before I part those lips with my tongue, and I won’t be gentle about it.”




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.

When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.

She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.

Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.

AUTHOR LINKS: 

Instagram: @MonicaJames 
Website: monicajamesbooks.blogspot.com.au 
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