We're excited to share the cover of author Jean Haus' next book
The Reality of You. A romantic comedy due for release
June 27, 2014
The
Reality of You
Naomi Porter was once witty,
fun, and outgoing, but she has scratched outgoing off the list, along with men.
She has a mediocre tech job in fabulous New York, a large smut book collection,
and awesome friends, both tangible and in an online gaming community. She just
doesn’t date. A future filled with cats and housedresses beats having her heart
broken again.
But Naomi still likes men, even kind of stalks—mostly fantasizes about—a gorgeous one at work during lunch.
Her best friend, Kara, is determined that Naomi will be outgoing again. When Kara finds out who, as in a notorious playboy, Naomi is stalking at lunch, she plans to break Naomi of her lunchtime habit and bring her back into the real world. It’s just going to take a bit of deception.
Between all the deceiving, fangirling, and bumbling, Naomi might not be able to resist the temptation of turning her seven-month fantasy into reality. And really, so what if he’s a playboy or a demanding jerk? Her fantasies don’t include love or even like, just a bed or a couch or the back seat of a limo…
Reality might be just what she needs.
*A sexy romantic comedy intended for audiences 18+
But Naomi still likes men, even kind of stalks—mostly fantasizes about—a gorgeous one at work during lunch.
Her best friend, Kara, is determined that Naomi will be outgoing again. When Kara finds out who, as in a notorious playboy, Naomi is stalking at lunch, she plans to break Naomi of her lunchtime habit and bring her back into the real world. It’s just going to take a bit of deception.
Between all the deceiving, fangirling, and bumbling, Naomi might not be able to resist the temptation of turning her seven-month fantasy into reality. And really, so what if he’s a playboy or a demanding jerk? Her fantasies don’t include love or even like, just a bed or a couch or the back seat of a limo…
Reality might be just what she needs.
*A sexy romantic comedy intended for audiences 18+
Excerpt
He set his scotch on the railing behind me, then grasped one of the rails
and leaned near me.
To near.
“Now don’t get your egotistical panties in a bunch,” I said lightly, while
my insides quaked.
“I’m not wearing my egotistical panties,” he said in a tone that almost
sounded dangerous. “I left them back in prep school.” He leaned down closer.
“This doesn’t make you nervous?”
I could feel the warmth coming off his body, and I wanted to feel it more.
Tension coiled in my stomach, but the challenge in his tone, in the air even,
had me holding my ground. “Nope, not in the least.”
His lids lowered. His gaze roamed over my face, stopping at my lips. He
grabbed the railing with his other hand, which meant that although he wasn’t
touching me, I was caught between his arms and surrounded by him. “What about
this?”
Oh, my. Oh my. OH
MY! What the hell was
he doing? If I drew in a deep breathe, my chest would rub against his. The
night had suddenly made a strange turn and I felt lost, like I groped in the
dark on another universe far, far away. I cleared my throat. “Um, this is just
weird,” I said flatly. Unfortunately with the last word a pant came out of me
that sounded rather sexual.
“Weird?” he asked from an expression like granite. He bent until his mouth
was inches from mine. My traitorous body trembled in anticipation from his
closeness.
A sly grin broke across his lips. “Your response doesn’t seem weird. It
seems rather typical.”
His words and breath hit my face and lips like a soft caress. I was frozen.
My brain told me to push him away, but my body, drunk on his almost touch—a
touch I had dreamed about for months—was frozen in eagerness. Stupid, stupid
body. Especially when his ego had him so damn sure.
“My, Mr. Jordon, you’re
egotistical. You usually freak women out? Cause this is a little too close for
comfort.”
He bent even closer. “I think you’re lying.”
Ah hell, I was lying, but I would
save face. “I think you’re lying.
You’re definitely wearing egotistical panties.”
His glittering eyes narrowed. He turned his head and slid his cheek against
mine. His full lips barely touched my jaw as his mouth moved near my ear.
“You’re not a good liar.”
As the deep timbre of his voice echoed in my ear and shot straight down my
spine, a breath escaped me that sounded like a moan. Very slight. Maybe the
music coming from the bar hid it. Or the cadence of the repeating waves.
A slight, sexy chuckle escaped him.
“From the sound of that, a very bad liar.”
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