Wicked Tales of Racy Reads: ~ Release Blitz ~ Clickbait by Lisa Suzanne

Friday, February 3, 2017

~ Release Blitz ~ Clickbait by Lisa Suzanne

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Blurb

I run a popular dating and relationship blog in San Diego. People think I’ll spill their secrets all over social media—and that’s probably true. One mention from me can make you the hottest commodity in town or sink your social life. I protect my friends, but others sometimes end up as clickbait.

My newest column is all about the most undateable men in San Diego. Between my own experiences and those of my friends, I have plenty to choose from. Want to know if Carter King, the heir to King Communications with gorgeous abs and a persistent personality, makes the list or ends up in my bed? Read on to find out…

COURTING SANDY EGGO
posted by Courtney Sanders

FAST FIVE: WHY MY STORY IS WORTH READING
5. You could use a laugh.
4. There’s a guy named Axel.
3. Abs and beaches.
2. Sex. Lots of sex.
1. Carter King may be my next headline.

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Excerpt

COURTING SANDY EGGO

posted by Courtney Sanders

LEARNING ~~ABOUT HIM~~ ABOUT ME

This guy was sort of badgering me to go out with him, and I finally accepted. I’ll be honest—he reads my blog, so I have to be careful with what I say because I know he’ll see it the second his inbox notifies him of a new post.

I met Carter when his wet dog ruined my dress—and that’s not a metaphor. He’s in town visiting from New York, and last night I learned that he’s not only persistent, he’s easy to talk to and fun to be around.

But you know what I didn’t learn?

Anything about him.

I didn’t even realize it until I got home last night after a really unexpectedly nice first date.

He got me talking. He asked me questions. He listened attentively.

But every time the subject turned from me to him, he locked up and threw it back at me. He’d give me a vague non-response and then turn it back around.

He learned a lot about me. He now knows that I break into my ex’s house to walk his dog. (It’s okay, my ex knows, too. Apparently his security cameras gave me away.) He knows that I love my job. He knows where I find inspiration for articles. He knows the little secret thing I do on Saturday mornings. (Don’t ask. I’m not telling you. I have to keep some things just for me—and now Carter, I suppose.)

He even managed to make me realize a few things about myself. For one thing, I’ve never had a really serious relationship. My last few boyfriends have been fleeting, and the one who had the most potential turned out to be less than supportive of my career. Another thing I concluded is that I really want a dog of my own. I didn’t even realize it until he pointed it out as I spoke dreamily about how much I miss Shelby.

So even though I had a nice dinner and the kind of first date that makes me want a second, I don’t feel like I know anything more about Carter than I did when the night started.

I don’t know why he’s in town.

I don’t know what he does for a living.

I don’t know why he was at the beach with a shelter dog the day we met.

I don’t know why he was kind of a douche that day.

I don’t know why he’s been so persistent in getting me to go out with him.

I don’t know anything about his family.

What I do know?

I do know that he’s really sexy and I want to see him again. I want him to kiss me.

I stared across the table, champagne sweetening my tongue as my eyes locked on his lips. For hours I stared at those lips. They’re full without being too plump. They’re soft and velvety.

Well, they look soft and velvety. I wouldn’t know if they actually are.

The night didn’t end with those velvety lips on mine. It did, however, end with the promise of a second date, a second date that will in fact occur later this evening, so stay tuned tomorrow—or later tonight, possibly, depending on how things go—for the latest.

Carter, since I know you’re reading this, this part’s for you:

Will you please just fucking kiss me tonight?

About Lisa Suzanne

Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. She’s a part-time college instructor and former high school English teacher. When she's not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.