Today we have the blog tour of Tawna Fenske’s Just A Little Bet! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: Just A Little Bet
Author: Tawna Fenske
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Just A Little Bet:
After a night of too many drinks, smokejumper Tony Warren and his best friend, photographer Kayla Gladney, come to the realization that they’re both bad at love. They even tried dating each other, but that crashed and burned, too. Now he’s got the hangover from hell and the certain conclusion he’s just a shit boyfriend. But Kayla thinks he’s a straight-up commitment-phobe. So they make a bet—they’re going to hunt down his exes and decide once and for all why he’s so unlucky in love. Terrible boyfriend or commitment-phobe. Why does either answer feel like he’s still losing? But between roadside burgers and late night detours, they discover some fires never burn out—like the one slowly smoldering between them. And suddenly losing feels a whole lot like winning again.Get Your Copy:
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The Where There’s Smoke series is STANDALONE:
* The Two-Date Rule
* The Best Kept Secret
Excerpt:
They
kept going, with Tony flipping again and Kayla calling it wrong, then right on
the second flip. His turn to ask a question.
He
hesitated. “Did you ever think—” Shit, no. That was dumb.
“What?”
Her eyes searched his as she spun her glass on the bar.
Hell.
He’d started this. “Did you ever think we maybe gave up too easy? You and me.
Together, I mean.”
God,
he was going to regret this in the morning.
Kayla’s
eyes filled with emotion. Good emotion? Bad? He couldn’t actually tell. “I
don’t know,” she murmured. “I know I love having you as a friend. And I’d never
want to mess that up.”
“Got
it. Same.” He cleared his throat. “Call it in the air.”
“Tails.”
Tony
peered at the coin in his palm. “Heads. Please take a photo of your thumb and
post it to Facebook with no explanation.”
Kayla
laughed. “You’re so weird.” But she did it anyway, snapping the image and
toggling to the app.
They
went a few more rounds, with each of them winning and losing a few. Tony had to
send a tweet saying he liked to chew his toenails. He also took another shot of
Fireball, this one burning a lot less than the previous one.
On
the next round, Kayla had to post something. “Text the twentieth contact in
your phone and ask if they have any Grey Poupon.”
Kayla
scrolled through her contacts and laughed. “An ex-boyfriend. Chris, that guy I
dated last fall.”
“Is
he the one who forgot to tell you he had a girlfriend?”
“No,
that was Nicholas. Chris is the one who kept blowing me off to watch football.”
What
was it with Kayla dating such idiot guys? Of course, that probably said
something about him. “You don’t have
to text him if it’ll be awkward.”
“Nah,
it’s fine.” Her thumbs flew over the screen. “We’ve stayed friends. He’s the
least asshole of my asshole boyfriends. I’d almost call him a nice guy.”
Now
why did that sting? Her friends ribbed her all the time for the long string of
losers she’d dated, and he kinda prided himself on being the one decent dude in
the bunch. Maybe he’d been wrong there.
He
glanced at the shot glasses. There were two left, but he’d lost interest.
“Want
some water?” She didn’t glance up from her phone and didn’t wait for his
answer. Just shoved her glass in front of him.
“Thanks.”
He drank gratefully, draining it to the bottom. He was going to feel all that
whisky in the morning. He set the glass down and looked at her. “You ready to
head out soon?”
“Sure,”
she said. “I can drive you home.”
“You
don’t have to do that. I can call a cab.”
She
smiled and signaled the bartender for her tab. “That’s what friends are for.”
Tony
stood up, feeling the ground tilt beneath him. Kayla put a hand on his arm and
looked in his eyes. “You okay?”
“Never
better.”
He
turned and strode toward the door, conscious of Kayla’s eyes on him, of the
possibility that he might live to regret this evening.
That
if he thought too hard about it, he might have a helluva lot more to regret.
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