In the meantime, you can get caught up on the Songs and Sonatas series. The first book, Double Exposition, is an opposites attract romance between a former one-hit-wonder heart throb and a classical violinist (who was a fan when she was a twelve-year-old). Click here if that sounds like your cup of tea.
I also have a college football romance series that I love just as much as my rock stars. The first book, Summer Fling, is an opposites attract/short term fling romance that’s full of banter and is lots of fun. Keep reading for a sneak peek, or click here to grab it now.
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Until next time …
Jerica
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Thank you to Deb and Leslie, my diehard editing team who don’t let me get away with being lazy with my descriptions or word choices.
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Jerica MacMillan is a lifelong reader and lover of romance. Nothing beats escaping into a book and watching people fall in love, overcome obstacles, and find their happily ever after. She was recently named a semi finalist in Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write 2015 contest.
Jerica is living her happily ever after in North Idaho with her husband and two children. She spends her days building with blocks, admiring preschooler artwork, and writing while her baby naps in the sling. Sign up to receive updates on her reading and writing life at www.JericaMacMillan.com.
Cataclysm
Anything You Need
Shouldn’t Want You
Everything I Want
Just For Now
Anyone But You
Songs and Sonatas Series
Double Exposition
Development
Recapitulation
Broken Chords
Counterpoint and Harmony
Overtones
Reverb
The Arrangement
Players of Marycliff University
Summer Fling
Close Quarters
Always You
Unsaid Things
Coping Skills
False Assumptions
Keep reading for a sneak peek at Summer Fling
Chapter One
“Hey! Watch it!” Abby shouted at the oversized asshole stumbling through the room with his buddies, drinks in hand. He didn’t even bother turning around. Fuming, she switched her red Solo cup to her other hand, shaking off the Jack and Coke that had spilled all over her thanks to the inconsiderate jackass now howling in the middle of the room. What a moron.
She glanced down in disgust at the dark stain all over her pink tank top that skimmed over her curves and made her feel effortlessly pretty. She’d paired it with her favorite denim shorts and the new gladiator sandals she’d scored on clearance just a few days ago. And now they were all equally covered in sticky brown liquid.
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she started to weave her way through the crowd of drunken Marycliff University students to find the kitchen. It was a big frat house on the edge of campus—she couldn’t remember which one with their strings of incomprehensible Greek letters. Actually, it’s not that she found them confusing. She just didn’t care. At all. The rooms all led one into the other like a big maze. She’d ended up somewhere near the front of the house where Douchey McDoucherson and his crew were still howling and knocking into anyone and everyone. The kitchen was at the back. Megan, her roommate and best friend, had dragged her there as soon as they got to the house to get drinks. And then they went in search of Isaac, the reason Megan had wanted to come tonight.
He was her boyfriend? Fuck buddy? Abby wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Megan desperately wanted her to come along as her wing woman, and then promptly abandoned her as soon as she caught sight of Isaac.
One thing for sure, this was the absolute last time Abby let Megan convince her she’d have fun at one of these parties. Abby wasn’t a frat party kind of girl. She’d much rather stay home and watch a movie or read a book. Small parties with people she knew were fine. But this collection of drunken idiocy and shameless grinding?
No thanks.
She finally managed to break through the throngs and find the kitchen, as stuffed with bodies as everywhere else. A breakfast bar with cups and drinks scattered across it dominated the room. The real attention grabber was the keg and another group of morons, with a central moron doing a keg stand. Abby elbowed her way through the crowd, uncaring who she bumped into anymore, trying to get to the sink to clean up as much as possible. Fingers crossed they stocked paper towels here. The prospect of spending the rest of the night sticky didn’t sound appealing, especially considering she’d probably have to walk home since she’d come in Megan’s car. She’d be a walking bug magnet like this.
A guy stood at the sink. A tall guy with his back to her. A white T-shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders and faded jeans clung to his ass. And what a nice ass it was. She allowed herself a moment to admire it, a smirk flitting across her mouth before she approached him.
“Excuse me.” She tried
