Author: Tiffany King
Series: Woodfalls Girls #2
Release Date: May 6, 2014
Genre: New Adult
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Just when she thought things were going up…
Two years after a devastating breakup, Brittni Mitchell has moved on from Justin Avery—or so she tells herself. But when she returns to Seattle for her best friend’s engagement party, Brittni finds herself the victim of a disastrously timed elevator breakdown. She’s trapped with the last person she wants to face, and forced to recount the past she desperately wants to forget.
She’s going to have to look back…
When Brittni left her podunk hometown for a big city college experience at the University of Washington, hooking up with a guy like Justin Avery was not part of her plan. Between Justin’s attention-grabbing tattoos, cigarette smoking, and bad boy attitude Brittni quickly chalked him up as Mr. Wrong.” But his charm was unrelenting, and Brittni’s decision to give Justin a chance quickly turned into the worst choice she ever made.
So that she might be able to move forward.
Now she’s stuck with Justin—literally—and the complicated web of misunderstandings that tied up the truth for two years is about to unravel.
“Funny, real, moving and passionate, Misunderstandings is a MUST-READ for NA contemporary romance fans.”—New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young
“Super sweet and swoon-worthy!”— #1 New York Times Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout
Enjoy this teaser of Brittni and Justin’s first encounter….
I was halfway through my second cup of coffee and finally working on my paper when the annoying squeals from a nearby table broke my concentration.
“What about this one?” a girl asked in one of those fake baby-talk kinds of voices that got on my nerves. I could practically hear her eyelashes batting.
“Well, sweetheart, I designed that one when I was seventeen. The other half is here,” a masculine voice drawled behind me.
“Oh my god. On your thigh? I want to see,” another voice squealed so loud that I’m sure dogs halfway across the state were sent into a barking frenzy.
“I’m not that easy, babe,” the same masculine voice chuckled as he answered. “What are you willing to trade?”
“Oh brother,” I said louder than I intended. The sudden silence behind me clued me in that my comment had been heard. Now was one of those times I wished my best friend Tressa was here. She hated when girls made an ass of themselves by fawning over some guy. Better her making the loudmouth comment than me.
“You mean, like, I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours?” the same piercing voice asked after a few awkward moments had passed.
I waited to hear what his response would be, completely annoyed with myself for paying attention to their conversation. I fought the urge to turn and look at Mr. Sure of Himself to see what had the two girls so entranced.
“You have no interest in seeing my art?” he asked into my ear, making me jump.
I silently berated myself for jumping. “Excuse me?” I asked, taking in his rugged appearance. He had nice eyes, I’d give him that, but the typical bad boy getup made any interest I may have had go down several notches. It seemed like he was trying too hard to portray his image. Even the drenched white t-shirt that showed his six-pack abs and a well-defined chest covered in tattoos was a complete turnoff. I wondered what he would have done had it not been raining. Suddenly, I found myself laughing at a mental picture of him using a garden hose to soak himself down.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, seeing that I was trying not to laugh. Without waiting for my answer, he pulled out an empty chair. The heavy metal squawked loudly across the concrete as he scooted himself toward the table.
“Why don’t you sit down,” I said sarcastically. “And get rid of the cigarette,” I added, not caring that I didn’t even know him.
His lips quirked at my testy tone before looking down at the cigarette. I expected him to scoff at my demand or even ignore it, but he surprised me by using the sole of his shoe to put it out. He earned a few more brownie points by placing the butt in his pocket versus throwing it on the ground.
“Won’t your ‘girlfriends’ wither away into a pile of simpering drama now that you’ve left them?” I asked, casting a look over my shoulder where the two blonde bombshells were staring daggers into my back.
“Nah, they’re cool,” he said, flashing them a smile, which must have been laced with some kind of potion considering the way they both smiled back at him with such adoration. I was disgusted. He was nothing but a flirt who treated women with little respect.
“I think I’m going to hurl,” I commented, making him turn his attention back to me.
He laughed. “You’re hardcore. So, I’m getting the sense you don’t like me. Is it because I interrupted your studying, or have we maybe hooked up before? Because I definitely think I would have remembered that.”
“Please, I shudder at the thought. Does that crap actually work?” I sniped. The fact that he was callous enough to find nothing wrong with flirting with me while he was on some weird ménage-a-trois date was irritating as hell.
My comment only spurred more laughter from him. “I think you just broke my heart,” he said, clutching his chest.
“I’m sure your playboy bunnies will be more than willing to repair it.”
“How about you make it up to me by going out with me?”
This time it was my turn to laugh. “Um, no thank you.”
“Why not?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
“Because, I don’t like you,” I answered, stating the obvious.
“How do you know? You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe not directly, but I know your type.”
“My type?” he asked, ignoring the calls he was getting from the girls at the other table.
“Okay, let’s forget for a moment how you’re over here flirting with me while your fan club over there is cooling their heels waiting for you. I’m a little puzzled what they see in you, but the fact that they’re dumb enough to actually share you makes me believe you must be an out-of-work musician or something like that. Guitar player, right?”
He threw his head back, laughing loudly at my analysis. “Wrong on both.
Ashton Garrison walked away from a privileged life in order to hide from the one thing she’s not willing to face. She knows she left behind a trail of pain, but in the long run, her betrayal will hurt less than the truth. She now has one goal: Live life to the fullest with no regrets and no attachments. She has high hopes that a move to new surroundings will provide the escape she desires, but what Ashton doesn’t count on is how fate always seems to find a way to screw up any good plan. Sometimes, when love comes knocking, the pull is too strong not to answer. Suddenly, what she thought she wanted to escape from is what Ashton now wants more than anything.
Nathan Lockton has one mission: find his target and complete the task he was hired to do—no attachments and no emotion necessary. He’s done it over and over again. What he thought was a typical lost-and-found job has turned into a life examining moment as Nathan is forced to deal with something he has always ignored–his feelings. Now faced with a decision, Nathan must choose to either follow his heart or complete the job.
Love can come when you least expect it. The question is: If the odds are stacked against you, how far are you willing to go for the one you love?
With the holiday season upon her, Jamie Foster is once again stressed about making her yearly visit back home to Woodfalls, still single. Fate intervenes in the form of Grant Johnson, a boy she grew up with, who catches the same flight while returning home from a business trip.
When a malfunction sends their plane crashing down on the runway upon takeoff, Jamie and Grant decide to rent a car and make the nine-hundred-mile drive home together. Ironically for them, anything that can go wrong does as they face one hysterical hurdle after another.
Christmas may finally bring Jamie the gift of love she has always wanted if she and Grant can manage to overcome a few obstacles along the way. Ho-ho-ho!
Contradictions (Woodfalls Girls, #3) (coming 12.2.14)
When everything starts spinning out of control . . .
Three years into college, Tressa Oliver’s life is a nonstop party. She’s skating by in her classes, and there’s no shortage of drinking, dancing, and general hell-raising. The only aspect that hasn’t been much fun: She can’t shake the toxic jerks that always seem to gravitate toward her.
It will take someone totally wrong . . .
Trent Lawson is the classic anti-bad boy: smart, boring, and way too serious. To a wild girl like Tressa, there’s no way in hell they’re compatible—especially since Trent seems to see straight through her defenses.
To set her right.
When a college prank goes terribly wrong, Tressa starts to suspect that her partying ways are leading nowhere fast. Now she has to turn to the last person she ever thought she’d ask for help—and quickly discovers that there’s more to Trent than meets the eye . . .