We are thrilled to celebrate the Release Day Launch of K.A. Tucker's FIVE WAYS TO FALL!! FIVE WAYS TO FALL is the fourth novel in her Ten Tiny Breaths Series, published by Atria Books an imprint of Simon & Schuster.
About FIVE WAYS TO FALL:
Purple-haired, sharp-tongued Reese MacKay knows all about
making the wrong choice; she’s made plenty of them in her twenty-odd-years. So
when her impulsive, short-lived marriage ends in heartbreak, she decides it’s
time for a change. She moves to Miami with the intention of hitting reset on
her irresponsible life, and she does quite well…aside from an epically
humiliating one-night stand in Cancun with a hot blond bouncer named Ben. Thank
God she can get on a plane and leave that mistake behind her.
Football scholarship and frat parties with hot chicks? Part
of charmer Ben Morris’s plan. Blown knee that kills any hope of a professional
football career? So not part of the plan. Luckily Ben has brains to go with his
knockout looks and magnetism. After three long years of balancing law school
with his job as a bouncer at Penny’s Palace, he’s ready to lead a more mature
life—until his first day of work, when he finds himself in the office of that
crazy, hot chick he met in Cancun. The one he hasn’t stopped thinking about.
If Ben truly were a smart guy, he’d stay clear of Reese.
She’s the boss’s stepdaughter and it’s been made very clear that office
romances are grounds for dismissal. Plus, rumor has it she’s trouble. The only
problem is, he likes trouble, especially when it’s so good-looking…
EXCERPT:
Ben
I love the angry ones.
Of course, anyone who knows me would argue that I love any
and all women, and I can’t exactly disagree. But I love the angry ones the
most. They’re a challenge to be conquered, the reason for their fury usually
fitting neatly into three buckets: insecure, scorned, hormonal.
And this chick gazing up at me with fire in her caramel
eyes?
I’m betting on bucket number two.
“My, what an awfully bright red shirt
you have on,” she pushes out between gritted teeth, as if she’s trying to be
polite but can’t hide her disdain.
I didn’t know what I was walking into when the punk-rock
chick with the crazy-ass muscular body waved us over, but her friend with the
purple hair and her back to me had me intrigued. Now that I’m getting a good
look at her face, I know who I’m spending my last night with in Cancún. She’s
not what some would call traditionally “pretty.” Her eyes are slightly too big
and far apart, her nose is slightly too long and slender, and her lips—though
nice and wide—are on the thin side. Yet something about all of that put
together makes her sexy as hell. Maybe it’s the little nose ring. Or maybe it’s
the way her decent-sized tits are pressing up against me, her low V-neck tank
top—a casual shirt, telling me she’s not trying to pick anyone up—giving me a
fine view of her cleavage. Whatever it is, my dick is certainly pleased. “You
like it?” I ask.
An irritated glare flickers to the material. “No.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her candor. “Will you at least
give me a head start before you gore me?”
Those thin lip curls into a condescending smirk. “Bulls
don’t see color. That’s a myth.”
The only thing I love more than an angry girl is a
smart, angry girl.
This is going to be fun.
“Well, how about I solve the problem for you.” I take a step
back from her and swiftly yank my shirt off, exposing six days of suntanned
skin and an upper body that I know looks damn appealing because I work my ass
off to keep it that way. The random catcalls from the tables around confirm it.
And then I simply stand there and grin like the cocky ass
that I am as Angry Girl can’t keep her eyes from scanning the muscles I’ve
honed since my college football days, her lips parting ever so subtly. I see
the shift in her, the moment where she realizes that, though she’d prefer to
castrate the entire male species right now, she can’t ignore her attraction to
me.
At least, that’s what I want to see.
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ABOUT K.A. TUCKER:
Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first
book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a
box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a
genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen
currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband,
two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.
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