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Nothing good comes after the third date.<\/span><\/p>\n See, date three is the crucial point when things get real, which is exactly why I bounce out the door, twiddling my fingers at whatever poor boy I\u2019ve left behind. Because if I stick around, one of three things will happen: he\u2019ll profess his undying love, he gets weird and stalky, or I\u2019ll go crazy. Like, Sid and Nancy crazy. Like, chase-him-through-the-streets-begging-him-to-love-me crazy. <\/span><\/p>\n Seriously, it\u2019s better for everyone this way.<\/span><\/p>\n So when I meet Bodie, I figure it\u2019ll be the same as it ever was. It doesn\u2019t matter that he doesn\u2019t put a single string on me. Doesn\u2019t matter that he\u2019s funny and smart and jacked and can play my body like a grand piano. Because even though I\u2019m built for love, love has only carved me up like a Christmas ham.<\/span><\/p>\n Resistance is something I can only hang on to for so long, and he has persistence in spades. But my heart isn\u2019t as safe as I want to believe, and neither is his. And the second I ignore my cardinal rule is the second I stand to lose him forever.<\/span><\/p>\n Find Bad Penny\u00a0<\/em>on GOODREADS<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n BODIE<\/b><\/p>\n She glanced behind me, twiddling her fingers, presumably at Jude and Phil. \u201cSo, you\u2019re a twin, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I nodded and took a sip of my Maker\u2019s as \u201cRock the Casbah\u201d kicked off, and everyone around us started bouncing and dancing. \u201cSince birth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n She laughed. \u201cWhat a win for the universe that there would be two of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDouble your pleasure, double your fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n That caught her off guard, and her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as a flush rose on her cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n Just like that, I had one objective, and it began and ended with her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAlthough I should tell you now,\u201d I stepped closer, slipping into her space, and her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she leaned into me, \u201cI don\u2019t like to share.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her eyes were locked onto my mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you thinking about kissing me?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n She shook her head, though her eyes didn\u2019t stray. \u201cNo, I\u2019m thinking about what your dick looks like.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I laughed from way down deep in my belly, shocked in the best way and turned on in the worst. And as the ocean of people waved around us, she rose up on her tiptoes, grabbed a handful of my T-shirt, and pulled.<\/span><\/p>\n I caught the smallest breath \u2014 a surprised, satisfied gasp \u2014 just before our lips met, and fireworks exploded in my brain. The kiss wasn\u2019t soft or sweet; it was strong and determined, those red, red lips pressing against mine, opening to let me into her hot mouth, her tongue finding mine like she\u2019d been looking for it her whole life.<\/span><\/p>\n The surprise left me as quickly as it had hit, and I leaned into her, my free arm winding around her back to press her body against mine. There wasn\u2019t an inch of space between us, and all the while, our mouths worked each other\u2019s in a long dance that left my heart chugging like a freight train in my chest.<\/span><\/p>\n She pulled away, her lips swollen and eyes lust-drunk as they met mine and held them while she kicked back her drink and grabbed my hand.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s get the fuck out of here,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n And I smirked, breathless. \u201cYour place or mine?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n About the Author<\/strong><\/p>\n From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0 Bad Penny A Romantic Comedy by\u00a0Staci Hart Releasing June 15, 2017! Blurb Nothing good comes after the third date. 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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. <\/span><\/p>\nAMAZON<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0FACEBOOK<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0TWITTER<\/a> |\u00a0PINTEREST<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0WEBSITE<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0NEWSLETTER<\/a><\/strong><\/h4>\n
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