RELEASE BLITZ- Too Much Information by Missy Johnson

 

 

Title: Too Much Information
Series: Awkward Love #3
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: April 16, 2018
Blurb

We’ve all been there.

One minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you to the ER.

And not the closest one either.

No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week.

So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.

Of course he’s all three.

Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the single most embarrassing moment of my life.

Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.

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Excerpt
Becca pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.
“It’s me,” she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”
“It’s open,” I manage to get out.
She walks in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to me, crouching down beside me.
“Jesus, are you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say something.”
“No ambulance,” I mutter.
I groan and clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed. Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out of her head.
“No fucking way,” she hisses.
I nod, sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down next to me.
“What do you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”
“Becca,” I growl, my voice high noting at the end.
“What? I’m sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.
“Can we discuss this later, after it’s been removed from my vagina?” I beg her.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”
“Car?” I say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”
“You seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”
I nod weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.
She sighs and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as my body begins to convulse. God, not again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth, riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my thighs again, until it passes.
“You’re coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”
“Just get it out,” I beg her.
“Fine,” she grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash do you use?”
Becs.”
“Right, sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”

 

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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.

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RELEASE BLITZ- I Can Explain by Missy Johnson

 

Title: I Can Explain
Series: Awkward Love #2
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: February 15, 2018
Blurb
Standing on the balcony, outside my boss’s apartment, wearing only my underwear?

Not how I expected to start my Saturday morning.

I guess I should’ve thought harder about going home with my sexy new gym instructor, especially since I had no idea the guy was married. When he pushed me out onto the balcony, five seconds before his wife walked through the door, I jumped one apartment over because I thought it would be less embarrassing for a stranger to find me than his wife.

That was a smart move.

So here I am, wearing next to nothing and freezing my ass off, standing outside the living room window of my young, sexy, and very intimidating boss, Chase Winston.

I have two choices: I sit here and try to think of another way out of this and risk dying of hypothermia. Or I can suck it up and knock on that window. After a long, internal argument with myself, I choose
option two.

Here goes nothing…

**Awkward Love is a series of short, sexy, fun novels that can be read in ANY order. Each book is COMPLETELY separate from the next, so you can read one, or you can read them all!**

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“Seriously, did you see the way she looked at me when she told me not to stuff it up?” I huff, stalking back over to Peyton. “Like, God forbid I put two sugars in his damn coffee instead of one. Hey, maybe I should slip some laxatives in there?” I say with an evil grin. “I mean, he walks around like he’s got something lodged up his ass, maybe all he needs is a good, old-fashioned cleanout.”

“Lanna—”

“No. I don’t care how ridiculously sexy he is or how dreamy those blue eyes are to stare into,” I say, cutting her off.

I was on a roll, and Peyton wasn’t going to stop me. I have two years’ worth of frustration to vent, and it’s all coming out now, one way or another.

“He’s an asshole to everyone here but Jade, and I bet that’s only because she’s sucking his cock. Not that I wouldn’t go there if he asked me to—”

“Lanna,” Peyton hisses, her eyes wide.

“Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t suck his cock too,” I retort, nodding knowingly at her. “Hey, maybe we could tag team him.”

We’d had a lengthy discussion about this a few weeks ago over a bottle of tequila, so I knew exactly what she wanted to do with that ten inches of pure stiff muscle. And I thought I was the dirty one. I
chuckle to myself and turn around. My heart skips a beat when I spot Chase leaning against Jade’s desk. He smirks at me and casually lifts one eyebrow.

Oh, god no.

My heart pounds as I wait for him to react. This can’t be happening. I cannot believe I just said that. Well, I can believe it, because I say shit like that every day, but not when he’s standing right behind me. I glare at Peyton, who releases a snort and then flushes, bowing her head. Chase’s eyes don’t leave me as I glance around the room, praying for an escape, but there isn’t one.

It’s like a scene from a really bad movie. With any luck, he’ll drag me outside and throw me on the back of his bike and take me somewhere to have his way with me. Or his office will do just fine.

“Is Jade here?” he asks, directing his question at me, his smooth, deep voice making me shiver.

I shake my head, incapable of speaking. I think it’s worse that he’s ignoring the obvious issue of my outburst. I’d almost prefer for him to say something about it. Anything. Almost… He nods, and then walks over to the door, stopping just as he reaches it. I brace myself as he turns his attention back to me.

“Alana?” he asks.

I force myself to meet his steel blue eyes, wishing he didn’t find this so damn amusing.

“Yes?” I whisper, feeling sick. God, I am so embarrassed.

“While I appreciate your attentiveness to my health, I can assure you that everything is functioning just as it should. Maybe you should focus more on your job and less on things that don’t concern you?” he asks lightly. “Like who is and isn’t sucking my cock.”

He walks out, briskly closing the door behind him.

I stumble over to my desk and slump down onto my chair, my eyes wide. I breathe out, feeling dazed. My heart’s racing and I’m feeling a mixture of extreme nausea and embarrassment over the whole situation. Every time I think about what I just said, more or less to his face, I
want to throw up.

Peyton rushes over to me, both panicked and trying not to laugh, which under any other circumstance would be a funny combination. I glare at her, which sets her off.

“I’m so sorry,” she giggles, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not laughing at you, but that just made my fucking day.”

“I’m glad I can be a source of amusement for you,” I grumble, my tone sour.

“At least he knows your name now.” she offers, her eyes twinkling.

I scowl at her. I think I preferred it when he didn’t.

 

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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.

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RELEASE BLITZ- It’s Complicated by Missy Johnson

 

 

Title: It’s Complicated
Series: Awkward Love #1
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Romance
Release Date: December 13, 2017
Blurb
They call him the Anaconda, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.

Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.

I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission—to find out if the rumors were true.

Then one day, he caught me watching him.

I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.

Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor … He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

Oh, and those rumors? Holy fuck, are they true …

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I throw the rest of my coffee down the sink, suddenly unable to stomach it. I wait for dad to leave for work before I bolt next door search of Nick. I find him just as he’s closing his front door. I glance at the car, where the kids are already strapped in.
“Hey,” he says with a smile. He frowns when he sees my expression.
“Do you need to tell me something, Nick?” I growl, with my hands resting on my hips.
The color drains from his face. “Fuck. He told you, didn’t he? I’m so sorry, Anna. I couldn’t help it. He invited himself along. What was I supposed to say to the guy?” he says weakly.
“Jesus, Nick. How about no?” I retort, still in disbelief.
“I’m sorry,” he protests again. “I really had no choice. Short of saying hey, I’m fucking your daughter, there was nothing that would’ve gotten me out of this.”
“Fine,” I growl, knowing I can’t be angry at him for this. “So, what’s the plan?” I say, rubbing my temples.
“I hired a houseboat. For a week,” he muttered.
“A freaking houseboat?” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Jesus keep your voice down,” he hisses, glancing at his car.
“You’re telling me that for the next week, I’m stuck on a houseboat with my boyfriend, my father—who also happens to be my boyfriend’s best friend, and my boyfriend’s two kids?” Nick winces. “And you want me to keep my voice down?”
“Uh, is now a bad time to mention you dad just called me? He wanted to check that it was okay to bring Mandy.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, shaking my head. “He must’ve called you the second he left the house.”
This just keeps getting better and better. I liked Mandy, but it annoyed me that he made this big deal about us spending time together only to turn around and invite his girlfriend.
What the hell am I going to do?

Kayla is in such bad hysterics that she’s practically falling off the kitchen counter when I tell her about the mess that is my life.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she huffs, barely able to spit the words out. “You’ve got to get me a ticket on that boat.”
“It’s not a fucking show, Kayla,” I growl. “There are no tickets.”
“Bullshit. This is going to be the show of the year,” Kayla giggles.
“Come on, please be serious, Kales,” I frown.
“I am being serious. You need me there,” Kayla says. The laughter is gone and there is nothing but honesty in her voice. The thing I love about Kayla is as crude and blunt as she can be, when you need her, she’s there. “I can help out with the kids and buy you more time alone with Nick. You think you’re gonna get any time with him without me there to cause a distraction?”
I think about it. Maybe having her there wasn’t the worst idea in the world. If something went wrong and I needed an out, I know Kayla would figure something out for me.

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Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.

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RELEASE BLITZ- Absolution by Missy Johnson

 

Title: Absolution
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2017
Blurb
Declan James was the perfect guy.
He was sweet. Charming. Caring. Until he wasn’t.
Fourteen years ago, his actions tore apart my family. He
ruined my sister’s life and nothing was ever the same again. But now, a decade
later, he’s back.
When he walks into my office, asking for my help, I’m
shocked, but nothing prepares me for what I’m about to learn. I see how far
he’s gone to redeem himself and I know that he’s changed. I also know that, as
a priest, he’s more off limits than ever.
If I help him, my family will never forgive me.

 

If I fall in love with him, I will never forgive myself.
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“You’re not the first person to be shocked by my choice of
calling.”
“Your family?” I guess. He nods. “I’m assuming they probably
had bigger and better things in mind for you, but it’s a step up from rapist
right?” His eyes widen and I cringe. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that.
“I can see why you might think that, but my father is very
anti-religion, so I’m not sure he would agree,” he smirks and rubs his
chiselled jawline, giving me a pointed look. “Are you done now?”
“I’m sorry that was way out of line,” I mumble,
admitting I went too far. “Sometimes I say things without thinking.”
“It’s okay,” He shrugs. His dark eyes penetrate mine. I’m
shaking, but I hold his gaze, refusing to look away. “You get a free pass today
to say whatever you like to me and then tomorrow you need to start giving me a
chance. Is that fair?”
I’m not loving the part where I give him a chance, but I
have so many questions burning inside of me that I’m dying to ask that I sit
forward, and place my hands under my thighs.
“Okay I’ll play,” I say, staring at him. I question
everything he says because it hurts too much to believe him. Why should he get
to move on? “Why this?”
“Because it was the only way I could see getting my life
back on track. I was at the point where I had nothing to live for, and God
changed that for me. He gave me hope. I had something that was mine. I was
making a difference.”
“How long have you been a Priest for?” I say the word like
it’s dirty but only because he’s makes it that way. It’s like he’s taken one of
the purest professions in the world and tainted it.
“Five years. After I got out of prison, I was in a bad
place. Everything that happened with Cecily really messed me up and then
hearing that she…. His voice trails off like he can’t complete his train of
thought, so I make him, because he doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to
make this about him.
“You mean how she killed herself?” I say. I stare at him, my
anger fuelling the strength I’m somehow finding within myself to confront him.
This is what I’ve wanted for so long, to be able to face him and show him how
much he hurt me. “How she ended her life after what you did to her and the way
your family dragged her through the mud. Is that what you mean? You can’t even
say it, Declan. Imagine how hard it was for me to live it.”
“I never wanted that all I wanted to do was plead guilty and
move on—”
“Move on?” I whisper, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Like
my sister got to move on? Like my dad moved on by ramming his car into a tree?
You ruined our lives. Why should you get to move on?”
“I’m sorry about your father,” he says softly.
“You’re sorry?” I laugh. I throw my hands up in the air.
“Well, so long as you’re sorry.”
“You have every right to be angry at me Hannah, but I’m just
trying to explain it from my point of view. You asked me why I became a priest.
This is why. Everything that happened is why.”
“But you don’t get to explain,” I whisper. “Because it’s not
fair. All you get to do is sit there and take whatever I decide I need to say
to you in order for me to get through this. That’s the only thing you need to
do here. You don’t get to justify what you did, or tell me how much you’ve
changed, because I don’t care. All I care about is being able to be in the same
room as you without feeling like I’m going to be sick. Is that too much to
ask?” 
“No. No it’s not,” he mumbles. His eyes cast
downward and I laugh. He can’t even look at me.

 

Author Bio
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her
husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks
he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for
something to read.
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COVER REVEAL- Absolution by Missy Johnson

 

 

Title: Absolution
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 28, 2017
Blurb
Declan James was the perfect guy.
He was sweet. Charming. Caring. Until he wasn’t.
Fourteen years ago, his actions tore apart my family. He
ruined my sister’s life and nothing was ever the same again. But now, a decade
later, he’s back.
When he walks into my office, asking for my help, I’m
shocked, but nothing prepares me for what I’m about to learn. I see how far
he’s gone to redeem himself and I know that he’s changed. I also know that, as
a priest, he’s more off limits than ever.
If I help him, my family will never forgive me.

 

If I fall in love with him, I will never forgive myself.
Excerpt
“You’re not the first person to be shocked by my choice of
calling.”
“Your family?” I guess. He nods. “I’m assuming they probably
had bigger and better things in mind for you, but it’s a step up from rapist
right?” His eyes widen and I cringe. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that.
“I can see why you might think that, but my father is very
anti-religion, so I’m not sure he would agree,” he smirks and rubs his
chiselled jawline, giving me a pointed look. “Are you done now?”
“I’m sorry that was way out of line,” I mumble,
admitting I went too far. “Sometimes I say things without thinking.”
“It’s okay,” He shrugs. His dark eyes penetrate mine. I’m
shaking, but I hold his gaze, refusing to look away. “You get a free pass today
to say whatever you like to me and then tomorrow you need to start giving me a
chance. Is that fair?”
I’m not loving the part where I give him a chance, but I
have so many questions burning inside of me that I’m dying to ask that I sit
forward, and place my hands under my thighs.
“Okay I’ll play,” I say, staring at him. I question
everything he says because it hurts too much to believe him. Why should he get
to move on? “Why this?”
“Because it was the only way I could see getting my life
back on track. I was at the point where I had nothing to live for, and God
changed that for me. He gave me hope. I had something that was mine. I was
making a difference.”
“How long have you been a Priest for?” I say the word like
it’s dirty but only because he’s makes it that way. It’s like he’s taken one of
the purest professions in the world and tainted it.
“Five years. After I got out of prison, I was in a bad
place. Everything that happened with Cecily really messed me up and then
hearing that she…. His voice trails off like he can’t complete his train of
thought, so I make him, because he doesn’t get to do this. He doesn’t get to
make this about him.
“You mean how she killed herself?” I say. I stare at him, my
anger fuelling the strength I’m somehow finding within myself to confront him.
This is what I’ve wanted for so long, to be able to face him and show him how
much he hurt me. “How she ended her life after what you did to her and the way
your family dragged her through the mud. Is that what you mean? You can’t even
say it, Declan. Imagine how hard it was for me to live it.”
“I never wanted that all I wanted to do was plead guilty and
move on—”
“Move on?” I whisper, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Like
my sister got to move on? Like my dad moved on by ramming his car into a tree?
You ruined our lives. Why should you get to move on?”
“I’m sorry about your father,” he says softly.
“You’re sorry?” I laugh. I throw my hands up in the air.
“Well, so long as you’re sorry.”
“You have every right to be angry at me Hannah, but I’m just
trying to explain it from my point of view. You asked me why I became a priest.
This is why. Everything that happened is why.”
“But you don’t get to explain,” I whisper. “Because it’s not
fair. All you get to do is sit there and take whatever I decide I need to say
to you in order for me to get through this. That’s the only thing you need to
do here. You don’t get to justify what you did, or tell me how much you’ve
changed, because I don’t care. All I care about is being able to be in the same
room as you without feeling like I’m going to be sick. Is that too much to
ask?” 
“No. No it’s not,” he mumbles. His eyes cast
downward and I laugh. He can’t even look at me.

 

Author Bio
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her
husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks
he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for
something to read.
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