Title: Caught
Author: Erika Ashby & A.E. Woodward
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2015
Photography by: Lauren at Perrywinkle Photography
~ Synopsis ~**New Adult novel coming from authors A.E. Woodward and Erika Ashby late this Spring**
There's this boy.
He kinda owns my heart.
Who am I kidding?
He owns all of me--but he's completely oblivious to it.
And I can't tell him.
Because there's this girl.
And even though he's my best friend, she is too.
Then there's me...
CAUGHT between what feels so right, yet is so wrong.
~ Review ~
5 Stars
I started this book and had trouble putting it down. It was
so hard to go to work because I NEEDED to know what would happen next!
Let me just say this book wasn't what I thought. That's a
good thing!!! I was thinking it was a comedy and the whole book had me so
broken hearted. But I LOVED it!!
Quinn has been in love with her best friend Chace for years.
She doesn't think she'll ever lose him. That is until Finely walks into their
lives. Finely becomes their best friend also. They are know as the trio. Quinn
tries to be happy for her friends, but is sad. She plots to go away without
them knowing. She wants to learn to live by herself. Can she break free of
them? Or will everything fall apart?
Chace is happy with his life. He has the coolest best friend
and an amazing girlfriend. It helps that the two most important girls in his
life are best friends. They all do everything together. He doesn't see Quinn as
more than a friend until one night when everything changes. He doesn't know how
to fix everything that has become broken. Can he fix his errors before it is
broken beyond repair?
This book is a definite must read. You'll be wanting to jump in and try to fix
everything. You'll fall madly in love with Greg also!! He is amazing!! I am sad
this book had to end. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to everyone!
~ Excerpt ~
Greg
isn’t a bad looking guy. He’s not even slightly bad looking. In fact, he’s
extremely good looking with his brutish looks. But that’s the thing – he’s just
too beefy for my taste. He’s thick all over. Well, from what I can see, and
what I’ve heard, he is. Which is good for him since most people think buff guys
usually suffer from teeny weeny syndrome and they’re just trying to
overcompensate in other ways.
His
head is typically filled with blonde locks, but he shaved it off this summer.
Maybe it was some sort of rugby initiation or whatever weird sport he’ll be
playing in college.
“Excuse
me, Greg?”
His
head swings my way as if he was just waiting for me to call his name. His smile
is wide and his hazel eyes are bright. He’s genuinely a happy guy. And that’s
what I like about him. That’s why I’m able to look past his player ways and
enjoy his company.
I
do a quick glance up his muscly body from feet to face. His tan, smooth-looking
legs are crossed at the ankle, reaching the other side of the truck as they’re
stretched out. The colorful, geometric print trunks fully engulf his thighs, which
is a plus. Guys shouldn’t wear more fitted clothes than I do. Then there’s his
tank top. The non-existent fabric bunches loosely in the middle of his torso.
“Yes,
Quinn?” he smirks.
“Your
chesticles are showing.”
He
glances down and laughs. “Is that a problem?”
“No.”
I pop a grape in my mouth. “I just can’t stop staring.”
He
laughs even harder and I try my best to refrain from it myself. I’m not looking
to choke on a grape as we drive down the highway.
“Make
em’ pop,” I demand as I lift my sunglasses to the top of my head for a better
view.
“Do
what?”
“You
know.” I sit my grapes down and hold my hands in front of my own chest, moving
my hands up and down. “Make them pop, dance, jiggle. Hell, make them rain for
all I care. They have to be capable of doing something cool.”
“Oh,
hell yeah. I’ve had that shit down since the seventh grade.” He straightens his
back and positions his arms in some weird flex in front of him. Then he begins
to make them pop, drop and lock it. I giggle like a little girl as I watch. His
face makes it all the better as he seems to be straining. He looks constipated.
Without
any inclination, I toss a grape at his tits. And with perfect precision he
bounces his man boob just in time to deflect it. I play catch with his chest a
little while longer before finally putting my earbuds in and relaxing.
~ Teaser ~
~ Author Bios ~
Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happy and slightly crazy mother of four. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.
A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two children. Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life's finer things. However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family, and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad. She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.
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