Title: Caught
Author: Erika Ashby & A.E.
Woodward
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2015
Photography by: Lauren at Perrywinkle
Photography
**New Adult novel coming
from authors A.E. Woodward and Erika Ashby late this
Spring**
There's this boy.
He kinda owns my heart.
Who am I kidding?
He owns all of me--but he's completely
oblivious to it.
And I can't tell him.
Because there's this girl.
And even though he's my best friend, she is
too.
Then there's me...
CAUGHT between what feels so right, yet is
so wrong.
Greg
isn’t a bad looking guy. He’s not even
slightly bad looking. In fact, he’s
extremely good looking with his brutish
looks. But that’s the thing – he’s just
too beefy for my taste. He’s thick all
over. Well, from what I can see, and
what I’ve heard, he is. Which is good for
him since most people think buff guys
usually suffer from teeny weeny syndrome
and they’re just trying to
overcompensate in other ways.
His
head is typically filled with blonde locks,
but he shaved it off this summer.
Maybe it was some sort of rugby initiation
or whatever weird sport he’ll be
playing in college.
“Excuse
me, Greg?”
His
head swings my way as if he was just
waiting for me to call his name. His smile
is wide and his hazel eyes are bright. He’s
genuinely a happy guy. And that’s
what I like about him. That’s why I’m able
to look past his player ways and
enjoy his company.
I
do a quick glance up his muscly body from
feet to face. His tan, smooth-looking
legs are crossed at the ankle, reaching the
other side of the truck as they’re
stretched out. The colorful, geometric
print trunks fully engulf his thighs, which
is a plus. Guys shouldn’t wear more fitted
clothes than I do. Then there’s his
tank top. The non-existent fabric bunches
loosely in the middle of his
torso.
“Yes,
Quinn?” he
smirks.
“Your
chesticles are
showing.”
He
glances down and laughs. “Is that a
problem?”
“No.”
I pop a grape in my mouth. “I just can’t
stop staring.”
He
laughs even harder and I try my best to
refrain from it myself. I’m not looking
to choke on a grape as we drive down the
highway.
“Make
em’ pop,” I demand as I lift my sunglasses
to the top of my head for a better
view.
“Do
what?”
“You
know.” I sit my grapes down and hold my
hands in front of my own chest, moving
my hands up and down. “Make them pop,
dance, jiggle. Hell, make them rain for
all I care. They have to be capable of
doing something cool.”
“Oh,
hell yeah. I’ve had that shit down since
the seventh grade.” He straightens his
back and positions his arms in some weird
flex in front of him. Then he begins
to make them pop, drop and lock it. I
giggle like a little girl as I watch. His
face makes it all the better as he seems to
be straining. He looks constipated.
Without
any inclination, I toss a grape at his
tits. And with perfect precision he
bounces his man boob just in time to
deflect it. I play catch with his chest a
little while longer before finally putting
my earbuds in and relaxing.
Being born an "Army Brat", Erika
Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to
the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happy and slightly
crazy mother of four. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her
Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she
realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to
have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she
held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the
desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.
A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband
and two children. Between her real job and writing she finds little time to
enjoy life's finer things. However in the free time she does manage to steal,
she enjoys spending time with friends and family, and reading. A.E. is the
author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect,
Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad. She is currently writing her fifth book,
Working Girl.
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