I am extremely excited to be participating in today's release event because I loved this book's companion THE ONLY EXCEPTION so very much! Trey Chapman is one of my all time favorite book men and I can't wait to see more from him and Monica in this one! Thank you for stopping by today, I hope you take advantage of the sale price for the first two books in this series, you won't regret it! Be sure to enter the Giveaway before you leave! <3 Hootie
Author: Magan Vernon
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 8/25/14
Blurb:
The sequel to the international hit, The Only Exception.
A boy burdened with a family legacy.
A girl haunted by a shattered past.
Both searching for answers to a future threatened by the unknown.
Three years ago, conservative Trey Chapman and liberal Monica Remy met their match in one another - and made the only exception that would change their lives forever.
Now, Trey's father is running for president, forcing Trey and Monica to put aside their personal beliefs to be the model of perfection.
But fate has other ideas, casting the family in scandal.
Some seek to use that disgrace to further their family legacy, while others refuse to let go of the past. Trey and Monica soon find themselves lost among questions that challenge their true feelings. Will they be able to rediscover that the only answer lies with one another, or will they lose each other forever?
Excerpt:
The cabin John’s family owned
wasn’t as big as the one my parents owned on Lake Michigan, but what it lacked
in size it made up for in entertaining area. There were seven of us: John’s
brother Ben, his brother-in-law Mark, and our fraternity brothers Brad, Gabe,
and Short Stack. We were huddled around the sixty-four-inch TV that was
installed above a brick fireplace. The room was equipped with surround sound,
leather couches, and enough alcohol to probably kill a small animal.
I was fine with that. I would
rather just hang out than be at some overcrowded bar while girls tried to grind
on me. I’d had my fair share of that in college when I attempted to go to
parties at our fraternity house or the few times I ended up at the bar with
John as his designated driver. I would have rather been at home with Monica
anytime.
A loud knock came at the door. I
guessed pizza or something. John’s sister had only sent a few bags of chips and
some guacamole. That’s as far as food went.
“Hey Chapman, since you’re not playing
can you get that?” Ben asked.
“Sure.” I stood up and walked the
few feet to the front door.
Upon opening it my eyes widened
when a woman with bright blonde hair in a police uniform stood at the door. She
was wearing a pair of aviators that she promptly whipped off and showed heavily
made up eyes. “Excuse me, I received a call about a noise complaint?” She put
her sunglasses in the front of her shirt that was way too low and
cleavage-baring for someone who represented the law.
“Oh. I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s my
friend’s bachelor party. I’ll tell them to keep it down.” She smiled slightly
and shaking her head. “A polite one, eh? I like that.”
“You’re welcome.” It was all I
could think of to say. I’d never actually had an altercation with the police so
I wasn’t sure what I should say or do.
“But you’ve been naughty and I
think it’s time for you and the rest of these boys to be punished.” She stormed
inside, slamming the door behind her.
My eyes widened and everything
moved too fast for me to even react any farther. The sound
went down on the TV behind me and
I heard someone yell something about a stripper as the pseudo-police officer
pulled an iPod out of the pocket of her short shorts and pressed it so that the
theme from Cops blared from the speakers. She tossed the phone behind me and I
heard someone catch it. She then put one hand on my shoulder and used the other
hand to rip open her button down shirt, exposing a very large pair of breast
with pierced nipples that had tiny tassels dangling from the hoops.
“Go Chapman!” someone else
yelled.
The topless girl pushed me back
and I fell onto a chair I didn’t know was there. As soon as I sat down, she
tossed her shirt to someone behind her then slipped off her shorts, tossing
those as well. She stood there just wearing those nipple rings and a pair of
white panties that had the words #bachelorparty printed across it.
“Chapman? That’s your name?” she
purred, swaying her hips back and forth.
“I like a man with a good strong,
name. Hope your body’s just as strong.” She slid onto my lap. I’m not sure
where her legs went, but all I could focus on was the way her body moved on my
lap. I was trying not to stare, but the rings were dangling in my face and she
was twisting and turning so lithe that I didn’t know what she was going to do
next.
Slowly she leaned forward,
putting her lips to my ear. “Mr. Chapman, I think your phone is vibrating,
unless you’ve brought something else to the party.”
“Uh, no, that’s probably my
phone.” I scrambled, reaching in my pocket for my phone. I would have thought
that would have given her the hint to slide off of me but instead she turned
around and spread my legs, sliding her body up and down between me. The guys
were hollering so loud behind me, I could barely make out what they were saying
or anything else going on.
But my attention was definitely
brought back to the moment when I saw the name on my phone: Monica. She was out
at Melanie’s bachelorette party, I didn’t know why she would be calling. My
first thought was that she got sick and I needed to pick her up so I needed to
answer immediately.
I unlocked my phone and slid it
to my ear. “Hey, what’s going on, are you okay?”
Her voice was jumbled. Static-y.
I could barely make out what she was saying. I thought since there was a great
Internet connection for gaming, my cell service would be the same.
“Monica? Monica? Can you hear
me?”
The stripper bounced on my lap
and reached out for my phone. “Is that the new wifey? Lemme tell her what a bad
boy you’ve been.”
I dipped to the left, avoiding
her long nails. “Yes, it’s my future wife.”
“Trey? Hello? Who is that?”
Monica’s words were scrambled but it was pretty loud and clear that she heard the
stripper.
“Hold on.” I put my phone to my
chest and looked straight at the girl on my lap. Not at the damn tassels or her
underwear, but in her overly done up eyes that were staring at me like there
was nothing up in her big blonde head. “Ma’am, I appreciate that you have a job
to do but I’m not the bachelor at this party and my fiancée needs to speak to
me. If you could please hop on down and go sit on John’s lap it would be
greatly appreciated.”
She didn’t say anything. She just
stared at me open mouthed as I quickly sat up and she practically fell off my
lap instead of just standing like I asked her to. I took my phone and ran out
the back patio door, hoping I could get a better signal there.
“Monica? Are you there? Can you
hear me?”
“Trey. Internet. Bar. Pregnant.”
It was all I could understand in the jumbled mess. Her voice was frantic and
that’s all I could get. Whatever those four words meant, it couldn’t be good
and I knew I had to go back to her.
Don't forget to see where Trey and Monica's story began, in The Only Exception! Also, fall in love with John Boy and Melanie's story in The Only One! Both just .99 cents!!
About Magan
Vernon
Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media. You can find her online on: Website |
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I love political stories. I need to read this series!
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