Title: Whole Lotta Frogs
Author: Samatha Harris
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
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Release Date: June 19, 2018
Blurb
My name is Lennox Brooks and Iโ€™ll admit, Iโ€™ve made a lot of mistakes. I
donโ€™t take the big risks, I cover my insecurities with snark, Iโ€™ve shown my
crazy a few more times then I wouldโ€™ve liked, and Iโ€™ve been trying, and failing
at love pretty much since I first grew tits.
Weirdos, Mamaโ€™s boys, the over-coiffed, and underwhelming, Iโ€™ve been
out with them all, just read my blog. Iโ€™ve got horror stories that would curl
your toes and singe your nose hairs, but none of them compare to the toad who
started it all, Ellis Walker.
He was the boy next door, the charming, infuriatingly gorgeous one who
broke my heart and disappeared without a trace. Now heโ€™s back and determined to
throw my life into chaos, dredging up painful memories just when things were
getting good.
But the thing is there are always two sides to every story.
Iโ€™ve spent the better part of my life hating him for everything he put
me through, but without that resentment clouding my judgment how will I ever
resist him?
Love is complicated, appearances are deceiving, and sometimes you have
to kiss a whole lotta frogs before finding your prince.

 

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Excerpt
I got ready in a fury and reread Ellisโ€™s invasive text three times while
I fixed my hair and makeup, shaking my head each time and fighting back a
smile.
I still hadnโ€™t answered when I started walking the six blocks to Sawyerโ€™s
apartment. Iโ€™d barely stepped off the stoop of my building when my phone rang.
โ€œYou never answered my question,โ€ Ellis said.
My lips curled up at the corners. โ€œOf course, I didnโ€™t.โ€
โ€œWhy not?โ€
โ€œBecause itโ€™s none of your business.โ€
โ€œLen, your nudity is absolutely my business.
In fact, Iโ€™m the CEO of that luscious body and Iโ€™m a hands-on kind of leader.โ€
I shook my head, unable to hold back my smile any longer. โ€œWow, you
managed to turn a creepy text into an even creepier metaphor. Kudos to you.โ€
Ellis laughed. โ€œAre you?โ€
โ€œAm I what?โ€
โ€œNaked,โ€ he said. โ€œIโ€™m about the hop in the shower and I need a visual
to, you know, help me finish the job.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re unbelievable.โ€
โ€œUnbelievably sexy you mean.โ€ I could hear the grin in his voice.
โ€œWhatever.โ€
โ€œSeriously, though,โ€ he said. โ€œWhat are you up to?โ€
โ€œWell.โ€ I took a deep breath, the ice-cold air burning my nose. โ€œIf you
must know, Sawyer offered to make me dinner. Iโ€™m on my way to his place.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ he asked. โ€œGreat!โ€
I stopped short on the sidewalk my feet frozen to the pavement. People
around me grunted their disapproval and moved around me as I stood glued to the
concrete.
โ€œGreat?โ€ What happened to throwing his hat in the ring?
โ€œYeah. Iโ€™m starved; Iโ€™ll meet you there in ten.โ€
โ€œYou canโ€™t be serious.โ€
โ€œI love his foodโ€”man, that guy can cook. Best decision I ever made, going
into business with him. Even if heโ€™s trying to steal my woman.โ€
โ€œEllis!โ€ I shouted into the phone. An elderly woman pulling a grocery
cart behind her glared at me for my outburst. I mouthed my apologies to her
then returned to my phone. โ€œSo help me God if you show up at Sawyerโ€™sโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhatโ€™s the big deal? Iโ€™m friends with him. Heโ€™s friends with you. We can
all have dinner together, itโ€™ll be fun.โ€
โ€œYou arenโ€™t invited.โ€
โ€œOh, Len, Iโ€™m hurt. I thought we were moving forward. Weโ€™re friends,
arenโ€™t we?โ€
I sighed. โ€œYes, weโ€™re friends.โ€
โ€œAnd friends sometimes eat together?โ€ I groaned, not liking the route
this conversation was taking. โ€œSawyer and I are friends, which I expect might
change when I tell him how I feel about you. Oh, what the hellโ€”weโ€™ll just leave
him out of this and you and I will just go ourselves.โ€
โ€œSmooth, Ellis,โ€ I said. โ€œReal smooth.โ€
โ€œI am pretty smooth if I do say so myself. Not to mention devastatingly
handsome, and moderately charming.โ€
โ€œOnly moderately?โ€ I asked.
โ€œYes, but donโ€™t worry; I grow on you.โ€
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and closed my eyes. โ€œPlease tell
me you are not going to show up this evening.โ€
Ellis laughed. โ€œRelax. I wonโ€™t be interrupting your little dinner.โ€
โ€œThanks.โ€ I checked the address and looked up at Sawyerโ€™s building. The
door to which was sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a greasy pizza place.
โ€œIโ€™ve got to go. Iโ€™ll talk to you later.โ€
โ€œOkay,โ€ he said. โ€œLennox?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€
He didnโ€™t say anything right away. I just stood there, the cold wind
biting at my fingertips.
โ€œDonโ€™tโ€”,” he started, his voice sounding almost pained.
โ€œDonโ€™t, what?โ€
I stood there listening to him breathe on the other end.
โ€œNothing.โ€ He sighed.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. โ€œBye, Ellis.โ€

 

 

Author Bio
Samatha โ€œSamโ€ Harris lives near Baltimore, Maryland with her husband
David and daughter Ava. Born in Florida, she migrated north which most people
agree was a little backwards. She has been an artist all of her life, a Tattoo
Artist for more than ten years, and a storyteller since she was a kid.
Sam has a slightly unhealthy love for Frank Sinatra, classic movies,
and Jazz and Blues music, but her first love will always be reading. From
Romance, to Thrillers, to Historical Fiction and everything in between, she
loves to become a part of the story. As a writer she tells the stories that she
would want to read.

 

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