RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Tenderfoot by Kristen Ashley
TENDERFOOT, the third interconnected standalone romantic suspense novel in the Avenging Angels series from New York Times Bestselling Author, Kristen Ashley, is available now!
It’s a race between the Angels and the Hottie Squad as to who’s going to solve the mystery…
Harlow O’Neill is waiting for Javier Montoya to make his move. She has it bad for the gorgeous new investigator at Nightingale Investigations and Security. She’s sure he knows it. She’s also sure he’s just as into her.
And she’s read the Rock Chick books. She knows how those Hottie Squad men are supposed to win their women.
Javi is just not trying to win her.
Then one evening Harlow is undercover on a mission for the Avenging Angels, and Javi blows her cover. She’s not happy about it. They share words and some of the ones Javi uses aren’t all that great.
Harlow retreats. Javi goes on the advance.
And the man Harlow was investigating winds up dead.
The Angels go all in to discover what’s happening with a dating app scam that ended up with a dead guy. The Nightingale men aren’t fans of the women wading in on such a dangerous case, and they’re doing something about it.
It’s a race between the Angels and the Hottie Squad as to who’s going to solve the mystery.
While all of that happens, Javi’s not taking any chances with Harlow’s safety. He moves her into his place and Harlow learns firsthand what it means to be in the romantic crosshairs of a member of the Hottie Squad…and the heartbreaking reasons why Javi kept her at arm’s length.
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“…a knockout—sexy, suspenseful, and packed with the kind of love that fights for its happy ending.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads
EXCERPT:
At this juncture, it was important to share that Javi was one of the Hottie Squad.
That was, he was a member of the Nightingale Investigations and Security team.
And they were all the baddest of bad-A’s.
The Angels had a loose association with the boys of NI&S that hinged mostly on Raye living with Cap, and Jessie being loved up with Eric, both of them NI&S men.
Oh, and when the Angels got to the parts of our investigations that might include blood and guns and direct run-ins with bad guys (not to mention the police), the NI&S team stepped in.
But before that, Javi had been a Shadow Soldier.
Nope.
The Shadow Soldier. He’d been the first and he recruited all the rest.
In other words, a vigilante, like the Angels, except they were all men, they had matching tattoos, and two of them sadly got dead not too long ago, so the NI&S team snapped the rest of them up and absorbed them into their operations.
As previously mentioned, Javi was also a man I had a huge crush on, and not just because he was incredible to look at, he had a deep, rough voice that did things to my heart (and other places as well), the most unusual, beautiful eyes I’d ever seen and an amazing body.
No, it was because he had a finely honed sense of right and wrong, and the drive to do something about it, he loved his mom a whole lot, and he treated his men like brothers and grieved the ones he lost like he’d lost his own blood…
And again, as mentioned, the very first time we met, sparks flew. So many of them, I was singed, and the burn felt awesome.
Since then…nothing.
He made no moves.
He made no plays.
None of either, even if he’d had ample opportunity. He was a member of our group. So I couldn’t say I saw Javi every day, but we all hung out together a lot.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe those sparks weren’t what I thought they were, firing from us both. Maybe they only fired from me.
Or at least, all evidence was suggesting that.
But now, he was there, messing up our carefully crafted plan to put a stop to Kev’s (and now Trev’s) shenanigans, and that was not okay.
I was also not okay being in this classy, romantically lit restaurant with the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on sitting across the table from where I stood, looking like he was my guy.
My man.
My soulmate.
Therefore, I snatched up my bag and started to flounce away.
And yes, I flounced when I was angry. It came naturally. It was how I moved. I’d tried not to flounce, and it was like trying not to breathe.
I was just a girl who flounced.
I got five feet before my hand was seized in one much larger and stronger than mine, and I wasn’t flouncing anymore.
I was being dragged, discreetly, but being dragged nonetheless.
“Holy shit.” (Luna)
“Oh my God.” (Raye)
“What the fuck?” (Jessie)
“Okay, he’s being an asshole. But it’s still hot.” (Shanti)
In order not to make a scene, I decided to let Javi pull me out of the restaurant and continue to do it even as he nodded to the valet outside who tossed him a set of keys, and then Javi walked us to a big, shiny, granite Toyota Tundra that was parked close to the front doors.
But, let’s face it, I allowed this mostly because he was holding my hand.
It was the first time he’d touched me in that kind of way.
So I wanted it to be about me not making a scene, but it wasn’t.
It was because his hand felt good wrapped around mine. It was big. Warm. I could feel the callouses, so it spoke about him. It said he was a man who worked. He was a man who didn’t put on airs. He wasn’t soft. He got stuff done.
And it was so big, my hand got lost in his, and that felt so…danged…good.
Like he could shelter me. Protect me. Wrap me up in him so the hurts of the world could never get to me.
And…
Yeah.
That was mostly what was on my mind as he towed me to his truck.
He opened the passenger side, and I wished I hadn’t released the surprised squeak that came when he reached under my hair, plucked the earpiece out of my ear (how did he know it was there?!), shoved it in his jeans pocket, picked me up…
Yes, picked me up!
…and dumped me in the passenger seat.
I was stunned immobile by these moves. So much so, he’d closed my door, rounded the grill and pulled himself up beside me before I had a reaction.
But it was too late.
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About Kristen Ashley:
Kristen Ashley is the New York Times bestselling author of over eighty romance novels. She’s a hybrid author, publishing titles both independently and traditionally, her books have been translated in fourteen languages and she’s sold millions of books.
Kristen, born in Gary and raised in Brownsburg, Indiana and was a fourth-generation graduate of Purdue University. Since, she has lived in Denver, the West Country of England, and she now resides in Phoenix. She worked as a charity executive for eighteen years prior to beginning her independent publishing career. She now writes full-time.
Although romance is her genre, the prevailing themes running through all of Kristen’s novels are friendship, family and a strong sisterhood. To this end, and as a way to thank her readers for their support, Kristen has created the Rock Chick Nation, a series of programs that are designed to give back to her readers and promote a strong female community. You can learn more about Kristen and the Rock Chick Nation on her website.
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