Today is my stop during the blog tour for The Hunter. The Hunter is a newly released contemporary romance book from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen.
Title: The Hunter
Author: L.J. Shen
Series: Boston Belles #1
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Blurb:
Hunter
I didnโt mean to star in a sex tape, okay?
It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds.
It just happened.
Now my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Bostonโs nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan.
The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my familyโs oil company.
Little does she know, thatโs not the only pipe Iโll be layingโฆSailor
I didnโt want this gig, okay?
But the deal was too sweet to walk away from.
I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny.
Besides, whatโs six months in the grand scheme of things?
Itโs not like Iโm in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Bostonโs most eligible bachelors.
No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrickโs charm.
Even at the cost of losing everything I have.
Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom.
Excerpt:
โWhy?โ I asked, blinking at him in confusion. I had two left legs and the coordination of roadkill. I couldnโt dance if my life depended on it. Iโd tried dancing at the only party Iโd ever gone toโsophomore yearโand was subjected to such thorough humiliation. People took videos of me dancing and forwarded it to half my school. Saggy Sailor, theyโd graffiti-ed on my locker. Apparently, my back looked hunched and droopy when I danced.
โBecauseโฆโ He tilted his chin down, his voice low, smoldering. โYouโre obviously bored, and my family is watching us, and Iโm partial to fondling you.โ
โItโs the dress,โ I muttered.
โIโd actually prefer fondling you out of it.โ
I sliced my gaze sideways, noticing that Aisling and Persy hadnโt picked up on my exchange with him. They were now watching a video, probably of the reality show they were arguing about. Even though Hunter was just after a friendly dance to show his family we were getting along, I couldnโt unglue my butt from my chair.
โNo fondling.โ I crossed my arms over my chest, buying time.
โNo promises. Get up.โ
โDid you tell anyone we live together?โ I accused, my eyes narrowing into slits.
He stared at me, wide-eyed, mouth parted. โNegatory.โ
โDid you tell anyone we were dating?โ
โThis is the lamest twenty-questions game Iโve ever participated in. No.โ
โWell, people are talking about us.โ
โThatโs what people do. They fill the air with useless words to entertain each other. Itโs called gossip, and it sucks all the asses in the world. Doesnโt mean it was me. Our building employs more than a hundred people. All of them work for my father. That means heโs spreading whatever the hell he wants to spread.โ
About the Author:
L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to twenty different countries.
She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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