Today, we celebrate the release of Rebecca Norinne's Not Quite Perfect, the first title in the Rocky Cove series!!! To celebrate this release, we have an exclusive excerpt AND a book trailer to share! So... Check it out and grab your copy now, especially at the special release price of US$2.99!!
Genre:
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Series:
Rocky Cove, #1
Publish Date:
September 26, 2018
Synopsis:
I can’t believe I met the perfect man ...
On the ferry to my mother’s wedding, I met the most amazing man—his love of Faulkner notwithstanding. Professor David Carstairs was funny, intelligent, and had the sexiest hands I’d ever seen.
A conversation about classic American literature led to a romantic dinner at his house ... and then a whole lot of dessert afterward. I’d never done anything like that before, but what we had was something special.
Unfortunately, everything came crashing down the next day. Because my supposedly perfect professor? His dad just married my mom, and now he’s my stepbrother!
Thanksgiving dinner just got a whole lot more complicated.
I’ve finally found the perfect woman ...
En route to watch my father marry yet another young gold digger, I met the perfect woman—her hatred of Faulkner notwithstanding. Victoria Witherspoon was kind, witty, and had the most kissable lips I’d ever seen.
We spent the day together, and then stayed up all night exploring each other’s bodies. I don’t do relationships, but for someone as perfect as Victoria, I was ready to make an exception.
If only her mom hadn’t just married my dad, putting the object of all my fantasies firmly in the “off limits” category.
And I thought the holidays were awkward before.
*Excerpt*
I reached into my purse and pulled out an old, battered copy of The Sound and the Fury. My eyes scanned the weathered pages, taking in the notes I'd scribbled in the margins. Even years later, I still had trouble following the story's disconnected timeline. I shook my head when I reached the end of the first chapter. "Fucking Faulkner."
"Only one of the greats," came a deep, rumbling voice from across the aisle.
I inserted my bookmark and turned to face the stranger, my breath catching in my lungs.
His lips were hitched to the side in a small grin and his bright blue eyes were alight with laughter. He canted his head toward my book. "But I'm guessing you don't agree."
I struggled to find the words to respond-not a problem I typically suffered. As a journalist, words were my bread and butter. Unfortunately, they'd deserted me once faced with the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on.
He had thick, wavy, brown hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow that dotted his strong, chiseled jaw. His eyes were deep pools of indigo that I imagined getting lost in. And his lips? Well, I wouldn't mind finding out how soft they were. If I were Cinderella and my fairy godmother had just granted my wish for the perfect man, he would have been it.
I cleared my throat and set my book to the side. "Can't say I'm much of a Faulkner fan ... which was probably obvious when I cursed his name." I smiled sheepishly. It was one thing to fling insults at a dead author, but an entirely other thing to have someone witness you doing it.
He shrugged, his right shoulder lifting and then falling carelessly. "You either love him or you hate him."
"Let me guess," I said, relaxing into the conversation despite its embarrassing beginning, "you love him."
"You can't deny he gave a voice to the misfits and malcontents of his day, whereas his contemporaries used them to serve as fodder for more important characters."
"Spoken like a scholar. Or a misfit or malcontent." I fought back a smile.
The handsome man, no longer quite a stranger, turned to face me fully, his hand outstretched. "Professor David Carstairs."
"Victoria Witherspoon." I placed my hand in his and tried not to swoon when his fingers skated over my palm as he pulled away. "Professor, huh?"
David's head ducked forward, and his cheeks flushed. Setting his hand to the back of his neck, he made a face. "American Literature, I'm afraid." He looked flustered, as if being a professor wasn't really fucking cool.
And hot. Oh so hot.
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**About the Author**
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USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes sexy romance from the heart. Her heroines are bold and headstrong, and her heroes will do anything for the ones they love.
When not banging away at the keyboard, she is watching rugby, enjoying a pint of craft beer, or trolling Pinterest for pictures of pretty houses.
Originally from California, Rebecca currently resides in a small coastal town in Northern Massachusetts where she and her husband are renovating an antique colonial built in the 1700s and trying valiantly not to be eaten alive by mosquitoes.
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