Release Date: January 6, 2015
Book info:
When everything starts spinning out of control…
Three years into college, Tressa Oliver’s life is a nonstop party. She’s
skating by in her classes, and there’s no shortage of drinking, dancing, and
general hell-raising. The only aspect that hasn’t been much fun: She can’t
shake the toxic jerks that always seem to gravitate toward her.
It will take someone totally wrong…
Trent Lawson is the classic anti-bad boy: smart, boring, and way too serious.
To a wild girl like Tressa, there’s no way in hell they’re
compatible—especially since Trent seems to see straight through her defenses.
To set her right.
When a college prank goes terribly wrong, Tressa starts to suspect that her
partying ways are leading nowhere fast. Now she has to turn to the last person
she ever thought she’d ask for help—and quickly discovers that there’s more to
Trent than meets the eye.
Excerpt
from
Contradictions
A
Woodfalls Girls Novel
By Tiffany King
The late afternoon sunlight streamed
through the curtains as I stepped into his bedroom for the first time. I took a
moment to take in the furnishings that matched, just like the rest of his
apartment. His OCD was something I’d
come to appreciate. The fascinating part was the king-sized bed in the middle
of the room.
"King-size?"
I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"I
like to spread out," he said, placing his hands on my waist. "That’s why I have my own apartment. I
realized freshman year I wasn’t
suited for roommates. By midyear, my roommate was ready to kill me..." His
voice trailed off as I began to unbutton his shirt.
"Are
we going to talk about furniture, or are we going to use it?" I asked,
helping him slide out of his shirt.
He
answered by pulling me into his arms. My hands splayed across his back as his
lips found mine. We stood in the middle of his room discovering each other. I
can’t even say for sure
how it happened, but somehow our clothes managed to end up in a pile on the
floor.
I
usually preferred the lights off and the room to be pitch black to hide my
flaws. I tried to edge us toward the bed so I could at least hide beneath a
blanket, but Trent held me in place as his lips trailed down my neck and over
my shoulder.
"Where
you going?" he asked, looking up from my shoulder.
"I
thought we’d
be more comfortable on the bed," I said, inching us closer. "Under
the covers," I added.
"Are
you cold?" he asked, looking concerned. He went with the flow, allowing me
to lead us to his large bed.
I
could have lied. I almost did, but the truth leaked out before I could tamp it
back. "I’m
not cold. I just prefer to do this part in the dark or under the covers."
He
looked confused. "Why?"
"Because,
I don’t like people to see
my flaws," I admitted, exasperated.
"Flaws?
You’re kidding,
right?" he asked, taking a step back to admire my body.
I
felt like I was on display and had to fight the urge to snatch the comforter
from his bed to hide. "You don’t
have to flatter me, Trent. I’m
not going anywhere." My voice cracked slightly. I knew my body wasn’t perfect. Jackson had reminded me of
it countless times while we dated.
"Tressa,
come on. You’re
smarter than that."
I
cut him off. "Are you calling me stupid?" I asked, not sure if I
should be offended.
"If
you think there’s
anything wrong with your body, then yes, I am," he said, circling his
hands around my arms. His eyes scanned my body from head to toe. "Because
from where I’m
standing, everything looks damn perfect."
He
unexpectedly swept me off my feet and carried me to the bed. We tumbled down
together, laughing until he began to trace the curves of my body with his
fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to completely relax while he
switched to using his mouth. He started at my shoulders, kissing his way across
my neck. I raised my hands to his chest, but he pushed them back down.
"Just relax and let me play," he said.
He
continued to kiss his way down to my breasts while his free hand moved between
my thighs. I couldn’t
stop my body from reacting to his touch. Just lying there without being able to
use my hands on him was torture.
"I
want you now," I insisted. He climbed on top of me, using his knee to
spread my legs apart. By the time he leveled his body over mine, I felt like I
would die if he didn’t
ease the throbbing inside me. My hands looped around his neck, pulling his
mouth to mine as he entered me. Our bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm as we
both sought release. I felt my orgasm approaching, but I fought to hold it off,
not wanting the moment to end. I could tell Trent was close as his movements
became faster and more forceful.
"Together,"
I whispered, looking into his eyes. Neither of us was able to hold back any
longer.
He
answered by plunging deep inside me one last time, sending us both over the
edge. He kissed me tenderly before collapsing on top of me. Deep shudders
rippled through him. I stroked a hand down his back, marveling at how good he
felt against me. I felt completely sated and could have purred like a pleased
feline. Sure, it’d
been a long time for me, but I couldn’t
remember it ever being like this.
Author info:
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong
reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult
and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and
two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions
include: Her iPhone and iPad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter,
chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just
ask.
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R.L. Griffin published her first book in 2004. After that she focused on practicing law. A few years ago she began writing the By A Thread series, which is out now. Her goal is to keep readers on their toes, whether it's the plot twist or the book itself, her books are outside any box. There is a little bit of grit in most of her books and a ton of cussing. Most books are enjoyed better with a glass of wine, or whiskey, whatever your poison may be.
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