Today I have the gorgeous cover reveal for The Best Man by Barbie Bohrman! Check it out and grab your copy March 28th!
The Best Man
Barbie Bohrman
Genre: Contemporary romance
Release Day: March 28th
In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start.
As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past "just friends." But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago.
So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?
Or will the best man win this time.
I couldn't pinpoint how I had been feeling for the past couple of
days, but I was just... I don't know. Off my game, I guess was the best way to
put it. And the worst part was I knew exactly when and why this all started for
me.
Ever since I'd seen
Veronica off from my apartment this past Saturday, I couldn't shake her from my
thoughts no matter how hard I tried. And trust me, I had tried. But then my
mind would wander and then the next thing I knew, I would remember how
beautiful she looked as she peeled away a layer of insecurity at a time during
our night out. I'd recall how she exuded that confidence at the karaoke bar
that I found so alluring in any woman, but in Veronica, it was off the fucking
charts sexy. And then I'd be reminded of how I slowly undressed her with care
and put her in my bed for the night. All of her flawless, soft skin on display,
the way her long legs stretched as I pulled her skirt off of her and the barely
there lace panties she had on. As if all of that wasn't enough to torture a
mere mortal man such as myself, when I helped to remove her sweater and I got a
damn good eyeful of the matching bra, it had taken every ounce of effort to not
run the backs of my knuckles softly and slowly against the swells of her
breasts. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it all over again. The
images were still as vivid as if it had happened a minute ago... and I knew I
was a piece of shit for thinking about any of it. For picturing Veronica over,
around, and under me; for imagining her plump lips wrapped around my dick; for
knowing how sweet she would taste against my tongue and how hard I could make
her come.
"Fuck," I
muttered under my breath and ran a hand down my face. "What the hell is
wrong with me?"
I should have gone
out for lunch with Jack. Maybe the momentary change of scenery would have
helped to keep my mind busy because studying up on the new client was quickly
becoming a distant memory. Maybe the one thing Jack said was right though... I
needed to get laid. And since Veronica was obviously not an option, I had to go
elsewhere for the relief my dick was so sorely in need of. Because there was no
way that my sanity could afford to wake up one more day this week with a case
of blue balls. I was but one man.
My mind was racing through
a mental catalog of women I knew that I could request the pleasure of the
company of their pussy. They were women that knew without any prompting that I
was the kind of guy you didn't bring home to meet your parents. I had always
appreciated those women the most; the ones that didn't need the introduction or
the "talk." All they wanted or ever needed from me was a fuck. And
that worked out perfectly as far as I was concerned.
Let's see, I could
call either Patsy, Bridget, Mary, Liv...
As soon as Liv's name
popped into focus, I knew she was the one I needed to reach out to. We had met
at some sort of meet and greet for under-thirty-entrepreneur-shindig when I was
technically under thirty some time last year. She was a tall, leggy blonde with
perfect tits and an ass that I could bounce quarters off of. Liv and I had hit
it off that first time we met, fucked, whatever. What made her different than
other women was that right off the bat, she
was the one to tell me that she had no intention of wanting any kind of
relationship. Ever. So since that first time we slept together, she had been
someone I knew I could call on to take the edge off. She hadn't let me down
yet, and I sure as hell hoped that she wouldn't tonight.
I shot off a quick
text to Liv:
Can you meet me later?
It didn't take too
long until I saw the familiar three flashing dots and then her response:
I can. Where and when?
Smiling, I knew I was
in good hands and texted her back the name of a bar that was walking distance
from my apartment that we could meet up at and the time. She was quick with her
response:
See you there.
Born and raised in Miami, Florida, Barbie Bohrman dreamed of becoming an author. Long after she had given up, a book club’s prologue contest enticed her to give it one more go. What emerged were the beginnings of her debut novel, Promise Me. Now she’s living her dream and writing stories that entice readers to escape and break away from reality. When she’s not writing, you can find her trying to get through the books on her Kindle (more than a thousand at last count) or watching Lost or Seinfeld. She currently resides in New Jersey with her husband, two children, and two dogs.
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