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RELEASE DATE: January
20th
Blurb
Twenty-five-year-old Sgt.
Gray Phillips is at a crossroads in his life: stay in the Marine Corps or get
out and learn to be a civilian? He’s got forty-five days of leave to make up
his mind but the people in his life aren’t making the decision any easier. His dad wants him to get out; his grandfather
wants him to stay in. And his growing feelings for Sam Anderson are wreaking
havoc with his heart…and his mind. He
believes relationships get ruined when a Marine goes on deployment. So now he’s got an even harder decision to
make: take a chance on Sam or leave love behind and give his all to the
Marines.
Twenty-two year old
Samantha Anderson lost her husband to an IED in Afghanistan just two months
after their vows. Two years later, Sam is full of regrets—that she didn't move with her husband to Alaska; that she allowed
her friends to drift away; that she hasn't taken many chances in life. Now,
she's met Gray and taking a risk on this Marine could be her one opportunity to
feel alive and in love again. But how can she risk her heart on another
military man who could share the same tragic fate as her husband?
Note: Although these books are part of a
series, they do not need to be read in order
Sexy Excerpt
His tongue and mouth left mine
to leave a hot, wet path from my mouth, across my jaw line, and down to my
neck. My leg lifted of its own accord and he took it as a sign to hitch me up
higher until both my legs either dangled off the floor or wrapped around him. I
chose to wrap my legs around him and was rewarded with a thick hard column
pressing into my sex. We both groaned at the contact and I could feel his sound
against my neck. The reverberations sent minor shocks throughout my nervous
system. Holding me up against the wall, he began thrusting against me
rhythmically, every impact of his hips making me hotter and wetter than I
remembered I could get.
I gripped him tighter with my
legs and dug my hands into his hair, using every bit of his body as leverage.
He held me up with ease, as if I were a feather. One hand was under my right
butt cheek and the other was exploring my left side, pulling out my T-shirt,
only to find the tank underneath. Needing his mouth back, I tugged on his hair
and he took the hint immediately. He fastened his lips over mine and we
devoured each other, still rubbing our lower bodies against each other as the
bass from the dance floor pounded the floor boards.
Whimpering, I begged in moans
and small cries for more. A familiar but almost forgotten tension was winding
its way from between my legs outward. All thoughts of storage rooms and hallways
and strangers were lost in a swirl of bright lights that were bursting behind
my eyelids.
“I got you, baby,” he growled
against my mouth. “Just let go.” And so I did. I closed my eyes and let those
long dormant feelings wash over me, spreading from the inside of my legs to the
nerve endings in my toes and fingertips and the very top of my head. All the
while, he kept grinding and grinding and grinding against me, whispering in my
ear how I was the hottest thing he’d ever held, how he couldn’t wait to taste,
how he’d die if he couldn’t be inside me tonight.
Fun Excerpt
"You do this before?"
I asked Bo as we surveyed our work. The mattresses had been laid end-to-end and
covered much, but not all, of the drive. The pressure of one end of the
mattress on the other was to keep them in place, like a stacked set of blocks.
The tarps, which would ordinarily go beneath the tent, were stretched across
the top of the mattresses tautly. Bo, Finn, Noah and I had worked in pairs to
drive in the stakes to hold down the tarps while Adam and Mal, the other two
roommates, made sure that the bouncy house was set up securely down at the base
of the hill. "Nope."
Bo flipped the hammer in his
hand. "Haul up the hoses." We'd also had to buy to extra hoses to
make sure that we could hoist one to the top of the drive. The bill for all the
supplies was astronomical but Adam paid without a blink. Bo told me in the car
ride back that Adam's dad would think this was the best use of his money ever.
I shrugged. Not my dime and it did look fun as hell. We'd also bought a couple
of gallons of baby oil. Bo threw one at me. "Time to lube up. I'm sure
you're familiar with this."
"Oh I am," I replied.
"I always apply lube. It's the only way any chick can take my monster
cock."
"Is that the pick-up line
you're using now? Because it seems like you'd end up disappointing them when
you get home."
"No girl has ever left my
bed unsatisfied. That’s probably something you don't know a lot about."
"If you have to use lube,
then I'm worried you don't know what you're doing in bed."
"Don't worry about me. I'm
using lube because I'm going places no man has gone before."
"You're fucking their
earhole?"
"Bo, I thought for sure
we'd taught you a few things when you were in the service, but now it seems
like you don't know your earhole from your asshole."
"That's not what AnnMarie
was saying last night,” he said smugly.
"Actually, AnnMarie told
me that she didn't realize dicks were longer than her hand and wondered if mine
was bigger than average." I squirted more baby oil on the tarps. "I
told her no, that you were just really small. Poor girl. Good thing she isn’t
required to do a lot of math.”
Sam and Gray together:
“I’ve been watching you all
night.” His mouth was right above the tip of my ear and I felt something crack
inside me, a fissure was forming in the mask I’d donned earlier today or
perhaps his breath, his touch, his words were simply hastening the demise of
the barriers I’d held between myself and everyone else for two years. Because
inside my body, it felt like there was an awakening and every fiber of my being
reached toward him, upward and outward as if I was a flower on the first day of
a spring rain. I lifted my head to gaze up, wide-eyed and anxious with
anticipation.
Some part of my brain was
telling me that the storage closet was just two steps to my right at the end of
the hallway and the exit door was just beyond that. My Rover was outside and
all three were safer than standing here almost in his embrace but I couldn’t
hear the warning over the pounding of my heartbeat. He bent toward me, his face
serious and even in the low light of the corner I could see the gold flecks
feathering out from the center of his eyes.
“I'm going to kiss you now.”
His voice was deep, rough and matched the rest of his thoroughly masculine
body.
“I know,” I whispered back. And
I wanted that kiss from Gray who ordinarily wouldn't be my type at all. I
wanted it more than I wanted to breath. When his mouth molded against mine, it
felt like bliss as if my whole cold body had been submerged into a warm bath.
If I thought I was engulfed before it was nothing like I felt at that moment.
My entire world—my thoughts, my feelings, my senses—were full of him. I tasted
the mint and hops on his tongue. I inhaled the cinnamon, bergamot, ocean of his
faint cologne into my airways. I felt the calloused palm on my waist and then
lower against the exposed skin of my thigh. His dense muscles were drawn tight
under his skin and the fabric of his t-shirt and he felt as strong as a
citadel. The moan that had been building since he first backed me into the wall
escaped. It had been so long since I’d had the touch of a man’s hand on any
part of me and I nearly wept at the pleasure of it.
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Blurb:
For four years, Grace
Sullivan wrote to a Marine she never met, and fell in love. But when his
deployment ended, so did the letters. Ever since that day, Grace has been
coasting, academically and emotionally. The one thing she’s decided? No way is
Noah Jackson — or any man — ever going to break her heart again.
Noah has always known
exactly what he wants out of life. Success. Stability. Control. That’s why he
joined the Marines and that’s why he’s fighting his way — literally — through
college. Now that he’s got the rest of his life on track, he has one last conquest:
Grace Sullivan. But since he was the one who stopped writing, he knows that
winning her back will be his biggest battle yet.
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Blurb:
Whore. Slut. Typhoid Mary.
I've been called all these
at Central College. One drunken night, one act of irresponsible behavior, and
my reputation was ruined. Guys labeled me as easy and girls shied away. To
cope, I stayed away from Central social life and away from Central men, so why
is it that my new biology lab partner is so irresistible to me?
He's everything I shouldn't
want. A former Marine involved in illegal fighting with a quick trigger temper
and an easy smile for all the women. His fists aren't the danger to me, though,
it's his charm. He's sliding his way into my heart and I'm afraid that he's
going to be the one to break me.
Impulsive. Unthinking. Hot tempered.
I allow instinct to rule my
behavior. If it feels good, do it, has been my motto because if I spend too
much time thinking, I'll begin to remember exactly where I came from. At
Central College, I've got fighting and I've got women and I thought I was satisfied
until I met her.
She's everything I didn't
realize I wanted and the more time I spend with her, the more I want her. But
she's been hurt too much in the past and I don't want to be the one to break
her. I know I should walk away, but I just can't.
Bonus Content: Upon reaching the USA Today Bestselling milestone, I wrote a 10,000 word
epilogue as a thank you to the readers who loved and supported Unspoken. I posted it for free on my blog but at the
urging of readers, I have added it to the original version.
Note: This is a New Adult
Contemporary Romance with mature content and sexually explicit scenes. 91,000+
words. Standalone novel.
Dream Cast
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Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one
rambunctious dog. She's been reading
stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to
hear from readers so drop her a line at jen@jenfrederick.com.
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