Friday, January 9, 2015
Cover Reveal: Now Leaving Sugartown by Carmen Jenner
Title: Now Leaving Sugartown
Series: Sugartown #4
Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
Release Date: March 2, 2015
#4 Now Leaving Sugartown
**Sorry, no Amazon pre-order available**
Pepper Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the understatement of the century.
Sammy Belle spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have.
They were never meant to be together.
They gave in anyway.
And just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran.
Now twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten up as her heart.
Sugartown’s most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets.
Can this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity?
One thing is for certain:
He’s crazy about her.
She’s just crazy.
Warning: Intended for an 18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl.
I stare at Sammy for entirely too long. He absentmindedly brushes a hand over his chin, an attempt to remove crumbs that aren’t there. Because why the hell else would I be staring at him like I wanted to give birth to his giant, Viking children?
“You’re a lollipop man and you work in a nursing home?”
“Yeah.” He mutters around a mouth full of bread.
“You’re like mother fucking Teresa.”
“Don’t start. Jake gives me enough shit over this stuff.”
Jake lets out a chuckle that has me impaling him with a single look. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet.”
“There’s more? What, did he create the fucking universe?”
“Sam’s a volunteer firefighter.”
OH. MY. EXPLODING. OVARIES.
I think I just came a little.
“Was, a volunteer firefighter. Now they pay me for it. And I don’t think you can claim sainthood from an occupation.”
“Dude. See that? That glazed over look in her eyes right there? This is why you need to be telling bitches that shit when we go out to pick up. Look at her, right now she’s imagining sliding down your fireman’s pole. I’m telling ya, you gotta use that shit, man. It’s fucking gravy, baby.” He laughs again, and then says, “Or baby gravy, depending on which way you look at it.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Sammy says.
Something occurs to me just then. Sam is a fireman. Okay just for a second, put aside the fact that you’re imagining those rock hard abs all greased up and covered in soot, and ash, and splashed all over the month of January, and think about this. Sam is a fireman. Fireman S—“Holy shit!” I exclaim, so loud that every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at me “You’re fireman Sam! We used to watch that show?” I implore, and then, because I don’t feel I’ve made enough of an arse of myself I sing the theme song, finishing with a pointed, “You are the hero next door!”
Jake’s loud guffaw fills the room. “Fireman Sam. Dude that’s fucking gold!”
SamI squirt a little lotion from the bottle–Pepper’s expensive stuff that smells like cupcake batter–and run my hand over the head of my cock, and down the rigid length as I think about her in that dress. Then I think about tearing off that dress, and covering her tattoos with my mouth as I take her on the bathroom sink. I slide my cock in and out of my grip, imagining it’s her perfect, wet pussy. Pinching my nipple hard, I picture her teeth clamped down over the sensitive flesh.
I groan. My muscles tense, my balls shrink up close to my body, and then my orgasm rips through me at the same time that the bathroom door is flung wide. Pepper hobbles into the room, her hands clutching the hem of her dress. I turn in an effort to hide the evidence from her, but my cock is still spilling seed. Come hits the fan and flies off in all directions as I grind out the last of my orgasm, and a final burst of semen spills from my cock.
I don’t even have time to bathe in the afterglow because Pepper is sending me death glares in the mirror and her mouth is twisted into a sneer.
“YOU. GOT. COME. IN. MY. HAIR!”
I practically bust a nut laughing. Loud, unruly guffaws that are so incredibly inappropriate right now that I’m afraid she might actually hurt me.
“You got come in my hair!” She screams again.
“I’m so sorry.” I say, still howling with laughter.
“You got come in my hair ten minutes before my mother’s wedding.”
Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something, USA TODAY Best Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though.
If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.
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