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by AVERY ASTER
Contemporary New Adult Romance/Coming Of Age
Foreword by Belle Aurora
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218 Pages
Contemporary New Adult Romance/Coming Of Age
Foreword by Belle Aurora
Cover Design by Cover It! Designs
Interior Page Design by IRONHORSE Formatting
eBook List Price $2.99
Paperback List Price: $8.65
218 Pages
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This summer, I’d planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday in Europe with my fellow Manhattanites—Taddy Brill, Blake Morgan, and Vive Farnworth—until I caught my boyfriend screwing my mother. According to the police report, this vomit-inducing incident happened around the same time I’d supposedly blown-up my mother’s penthouse. Like I’m walking around Soho with a stick of dynamite in my Louis Vuitton purse—not! Now, my besties and I are in jail.
Officer Ford Gotti, the Harley-wheelin’ biker cop who arrested us, keeps sticking his perfectly-sculpted nose into my case. His inked body is jacked like a superhero, and he says I can trust him. He wants me to fess up. I won’t. Not again. Why should I? My friends and I had a previous stint in juvie that nearly destroyed us. I gotta protect them and keep my mouth shut. Right?
—Lex Easton, women’s studies major, motorcycle enthusiast, and virgin.
The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships. Interact with Avery while reading Love, Lex on Instagram and Twitter @AveryAster using the hashtags #UndergradYears #NewAdult. Swag and reader contests can be found on Avery’s blog at:AveryAster.com
This summer, I’d planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday in Europe with my fellow Manhattanites—Taddy Brill, Blake Morgan, and Vive Farnworth—until I caught my boyfriend screwing my mother. According to the police report, this vomit-inducing incident happened around the same time I’d supposedly blown-up my mother’s penthouse. Like I’m walking around Soho with a stick of dynamite in my Louis Vuitton purse—not! Now, my besties and I are in jail.
Officer Ford Gotti, the Harley-wheelin’ biker cop who arrested us, keeps sticking his perfectly-sculpted nose into my case. His inked body is jacked like a superhero, and he says I can trust him. He wants me to fess up. I won’t. Not again. Why should I? My friends and I had a previous stint in juvie that nearly destroyed us. I gotta protect them and keep my mouth shut. Right?
—Lex Easton, women’s studies major, motorcycle enthusiast, and virgin.
The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships. Interact with Avery while reading Love, Lex on Instagram and Twitter @AveryAster using the hashtags #UndergradYears #NewAdult. Swag and reader contests can be found on Avery’s blog at:AveryAster.com
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AUTHOR BIO
I'm a thirty-something New Yorker who lives on the Upper East Side. I write THE MANHATTANITES, a contemporary romantic soap opera of full length, stand alone novels, and it's juicy prequel, companion series THE UNDERGRAD YEARS.
My novels that are out now include UNDRESSED, UNSCRUPULOUS, LOVE LEX, and YOURS TRULY TADDY. In 2014 I'll be releasing XO BLAKE, UNSAID, and UNIQUE.
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My novels that are out now include UNDRESSED, UNSCRUPULOUS, LOVE LEX, and YOURS TRULY TADDY. In 2014 I'll be releasing XO BLAKE, UNSAID, and UNIQUE.
I'd love to connect with you:
FaceBook.com/AveryAster
Twitter.com/AveryAster
Goodreads.com/AveryAster
Instagram.com/averyaster
Pinterest.com/AveryAster
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Naughty Excerpt from Love, Lex
Posted on April 10, 2014
Excerpt from Chapter Seven:
The Ride of My Life
*the set up: Lex and Ford go
for a ride on his motorcycle
The bike rolled into
the garage and stopped. Ford pushed a button, and the garage lights came on as
the door closed. Kicking the stand, he got to his feet and cut the engine.
Mindful of where I sat,
he lifted his leg and got off the bike. When he removed his helmet, I noticed
his eyes weren’t as dark as before. They had hints of hazel in them. His brow
furrowed into a straight line when he caught me staring at him.
Quickly, I looked down
at the bike and reached up to take my helmet off.
“Allow me.” His big hands
came under my chin. He tilted my jaw upward. “Such a beautiful face, Lex. I
like looking at you.”
“Thank you…”
I’d heard the “pretty
face but” backhanded compliment my entire life. I waited for him to say, “But
your body could use some work.” Or my personal favorite, “It’s a shame you
forgot to take care of the rest of you.”
Ford didn’t say
anything of the sort. He studied me just as he did back in the jail, from head
to toe. I’m so uncomfortable. Not because of anything he’s doing, but because
usually that is when men, and sometimes women, stop looking at me all together.
He unfastened my
chinstrap and teased, “Let’s see if your hair has static.”
Trying to stand, I
laughed nervously.
“Stay seated.” He
removed my helmet and placed both his and mine behind me. He swung my right leg
to the left side of the bike, framing my body with his. He cupped my face in
his hands.
Hot cop fantasy? Heck
no. This was real. He was going to…
Ford licked his bottom
lip. His facial features strained, becoming serious. The tip of his nose
touched mine. I smelled mint when he exhaled. “No roommate. Yup, I live alone.”
Then he kissed me.
My head fell back into
his grip.
With determination, he
tongued me, deeply, clockwise, oh yes even his flippin’ tongue was strong and
precise, just like the way he weaved his bike through traffic.
Enthusiastically he
unbuttoned the straps on my overalls and then without even looking, still
lip-to-lip, he worked the closure on the left side then the right. The
denim flaps fell to the front and the back.
“Stand for a sec.” Ford
lifted me up in the air as if I were a weightless feather. He planted both my
feet on the ground, and then he shanked the overalls to my ankles.
“Ford—” Before I could
finish whatever I was going to say, he lifted up my shirt and swiftly placed me
back on the motorcycle. Worried I’d fall, I dug my back into the seat, reached
for each handlebar, pulling myself up as I gasped and garbled some words.
He slid his fingers
through the purple waistband on my underwear.
My entire body stood to
attention.
“I want you naked so I
can admire your body, and fuck you, on my bike.”
Air, I needed to
breath. Afraid I might pass out, I inhaled through my nostrils and wrapped my
arms around his shoulders. “Umm, Ford,” I whispered when he came in to kiss me
again.
What the heck was I
going to say? “Excuse me, but as hawt as this whole bike thing sounds, my Lady
V and I would be more comfortable on a bed, sofa, or even the floor.” I felt as
if I might knock the bike over any second now.
“Nervous?” Ford sensed
my apprehension.
“Very,” I replied
without thinking.
“I told you not to be.”
He repositioned himself holding my legs over his right shoulder.
The panties came off.
Then he lifted one leg and rested it on his other shoulder. Leaning down, his
hands scooped under my back and unfastened my bra. No directions necessary.
This dude could do this undressing thing, in the dark.
“But Ford, ya see,
I’m—”
That tongue of magic.
Thick and velvety, warm and wetter than the spot between my legs, Ford slipped
back into my mouth. This time he rotated counterclockwise.
Dang. Ford is an
Olympic kisser. For round two, I braced
myself in his arms.
Legs spread wide, my
ass still sat on the bike.
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