Happy release day to author Monica Garry-Allen
Today
is the release day for Christmas Confusion, a fun romantic comedy featuring a
cast of unforgettable characters.
ABOUT THE BOOK
TITLE –
Christmas Confusion
SERIES – Bailey’s Chaotic Life
AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen
SERIES – Bailey’s Chaotic Life
AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen
GENRE – Chick lit, Romantic Comedy,
New Adult
PUBLICATION DATE – November, 03, 2014
PUBLICATION DATE – November, 03, 2014
BOOK BLURB
~Bailey Cooper has fallen in love – sadly the
man she’s in love with already has a man. Or so she thinks. Sounds complicated
doesn’t it? ~
Bailey
Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor Max Davis. Unfortunately for
Bailey, Greg – Max’s lover is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends.
Bailey’s emotions are torn. She adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time
she craves Max’s touch.
What
is a girl to do when she ‘thinks’ the man she’s in love with is in love with
someone else?
Max
Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building
they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoid and ignore all
of his advances. It doesn’t take long for him to become suspicious of the
friendship blooming between Greg and Bailey. He believes Bailey has a crush on
his brother but Max wants his shy little neighbor all to himself. Now he has to
think of ways to keep Bailey and Greg apart, which is ridiculous because Greg
isn’t even in to women. Time to break that news to his neighbor and hope it
causes her attention to swing his way.
Will
a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get
Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more
Christmas confusion?
Excerpt
Max scooted back on the
couch, he reached toward Bailey, eyes straying to her legs. Even though she
wore jeans, he still pictured her legs bare, like they were when she jumped on
his counter.
Her eyes widened as his hand
came closer and closer. Max leaned forward, stretching his arm even closer to
her body, he ached to touch her. His fingertips itched for a chance to slide
down her body. As he moved closer, he heard her inhale deeply and he couldn’t
escape the erotic images that flowed through his mind. Oh, the sounds I could
cause her to make, if she would give me the chance.
Max continued edging forward,
until his fingers wrapped around what he was reaching for. He picked the remote
control up and moved back to his side of the couch. His hand shook slightly.
Bailey exhaled. The sound sent chills over his body. Max pointed the remote at
the television and pressed play.
He cleared his throat. “Do
you want to start from the beginning or do you want me to find the last scene
you watched?”
Max waited on her to answer
but all he heard was the sound of her breathing. He kept his eyes straight
forward, fearing the sight of her chest rising and falling would be his
downfall. She took so long to answer that he forgot what his question was.
“Whatever you want,” she
whispered, and his gut clenched. Max pressed pause.
What was his question? For
the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d asked her. But her answer
‘whatever you want’ was the answer he craved. A thousand questions raced
through his head, ‘Bailey, what do you want me to do to you with my tongue?’
Her answer of ‘whatever you want’ would be perfect for that question. ‘Bailey,
what do you want me to do to you with my hands?’ Whatever you want would be the
perfect answer to that question. But none of those were the question she was
answering. What had he asked her?
“Or we could just watch
television,” she said. “We don’t have to watch the movie, I know it’s a chick
flick and you may not like it.”
Oh yeah, the movie. “No, no,
we can watch the movie.” Get it together, Max.
“Okay,” Bailey smiled and
snuggled further into the comforter. His comforter, the one he would sleep
under later on tonight. The comforter that would have her sweet scent on it
until he decided to wash it, if he decided to wash it. Get it together, now,
Max.
Max cleared his throat again.
He felt like his t-shirt was getting tighter, choking him. Max found it hard to
swallow. “We can just watch it from the beginning. How long is this movie
anyway?” he asked her.
“It’s a short movie, about an
hour long.”
He would have an hour in her
company, an hour with her sitting within arms-reach of him, an hour of sweet
torture. He would enjoy every minute of it.
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About the author
Author Monica
Garry-Allen is a Clinical Laboratory Technician by day and a Romance writer by
night. Since she’s a part of the medical field a lot of her characters have
jobs as Doctors, Nurses, Laboratory Scientist and etc.When she’s not working she enjoys reading, writing, and shopping. Cooking however, is not one of her hobbies. But thankfully her husband enjoys creating tasty meals therefore there’s no chance of her starving.
She enjoys traveling though she’s not much of an outdoors person. Give her an air-conditioned room, a good book, a cup of coffee and she’s in heaven.
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