Perky by Julia Kent
Publication date: July 30th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT
One hundred years ago when I was young and impulsive (okay, it was five, alright? Five years ago...) I let my boyfriend take, let's just say... compromising pictures of me.
(Shut up. It made sense at the time).
Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. That's right.
I'm a meme. A really gross one.
You've seen the pictures. And if you haven't--don't ask. And don't look!
As face recognition software online improves, I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas.
So. I'm done.
It's time for revenge. Let him see how it feels! But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago?
Especially when he's a member of the U.S. House of Representatives now?
Getting sweet between the sheets with a congressman is pretty much every political roadie's dream, right? I'm one in a crowd.
Except to this day, he swears he didn't do it. Pursued me for months after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back.
And I almost did it. Almost. I was weak and stupid and in love a hundred years ago.
Okay. Fine. Five.
But I still have the upper hand. Second chance romance has all the emotional feels, doesn't it?
I can't wait to punch him in the feels.
All I need to do is sleep with him once, take some hot-and-sweaty pics of him in... delicate positions, and bring him down. That's it. Nothing more.
Pictures first. Revenge after. And then I win.
At least, that's how it was supposed to happen. But then I did something worse than sexting.
I fell in love with him. Again.
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I am kissing my ex-boyfriend, Parker Campbell--yes, Congressman Parker Campbell--and I have no idea how the hell this is happening.
But I really like that this is happening.
Yet I hate Parker for what he did to me five years ago. He's my ex.
And his tongue is unbelievable.
One of his hands sinks into my hair, fingers threading through it, tugging just hard enough to make all the blood in my body rush between my legs, a tidal wave of--
No! No! I can't let this happen!
I break this kiss. Parker's eyes are still closed. Most guys would look stupidly awkward with that face, but not him, with blond hair cut fashionably close, enough wave to the bangs to make him, um...
Bangable.
His close shave makes his cheek so soft, but his jaw is strong and hard, the scent of aftershave and his natural musk making me weaker than I should be.
He's kissable and hot and one thousand images of his naked body mashed against my naked body run through my mind until they suddenly stop, like a slot machine going Ping! Ping! Ping!
And the final ping! is a picture of me, naked on a bed, with my boobs on display.
And two dogs humping on the pillow above my head.
I'm not making this up. You've seen the damn meme.
What would you do to the guy who posted that picture on the web? The one who ruined your life by turning you into an object of worldwide mockery?
I do what any sane woman would do.
I punch Parker in the gut.
That's right. And you'd do it, too.
But I really like that this is happening.
Yet I hate Parker for what he did to me five years ago. He's my ex.
And his tongue is unbelievable.
One of his hands sinks into my hair, fingers threading through it, tugging just hard enough to make all the blood in my body rush between my legs, a tidal wave of--
No! No! I can't let this happen!
I break this kiss. Parker's eyes are still closed. Most guys would look stupidly awkward with that face, but not him, with blond hair cut fashionably close, enough wave to the bangs to make him, um...
Bangable.
His close shave makes his cheek so soft, but his jaw is strong and hard, the scent of aftershave and his natural musk making me weaker than I should be.
He's kissable and hot and one thousand images of his naked body mashed against my naked body run through my mind until they suddenly stop, like a slot machine going Ping! Ping! Ping!
And the final ping! is a picture of me, naked on a bed, with my boobs on display.
And two dogs humping on the pillow above my head.
I'm not making this up. You've seen the damn meme.
What would you do to the guy who posted that picture on the web? The one who ruined your life by turning you into an object of worldwide mockery?
I do what any sane woman would do.
I punch Parker in the gut.
That's right. And you'd do it, too.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.
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