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Saturday, February 8, 2014

RELEASE DAY BLITZ - Promiscuous by Missy Johnson







When you're a twenty-year-old triple platinum singer you get an image.

Except mine was all wrong. On drugs; pregnant; fucking my manager. 

But I wasn't; it was all lies. I was a good girl.


But now I'm done being the good girl, because it has gotten me nowhere.


I spent the last year in love with a guy who I was paying to fuck me.

A guy who fell in love with someone else.

But now I’m over it. Now it's about me.

If the world thinks I’m a bad girl, then hell, that’s what I’ll be.

I'll show them bad.

Let's find out how promiscuous I can be.



I read Promiscuous without having read the first book Tease. I can say
without a doubt that I loved this book. It had me captivated within
the first couple of pages and I could not put it down, I finished
within one sitting! Beth is the young lady that has it all-fame,
money, looks.... or does she? Right at the beginning a horrific tragedy
happens that changes her and she becomes scared and lost. Little does
she know that Roman, a hot, protective man has decided that she needs
someone to pull her out of that darkness in her life. This story will
get you angry, frustrated, and make your heart melt, which is a great
combination for a fantastic book. It also has a nice twist towards the
end. I would definitely say it's a must read!




I was beginning to realize what this was: he wanted more of the party girl. He was here to see the Beth who stayed out all night drinking, and kissing random girls and making out with handsome men.

Not me. Well, not the real me, anyway.

I slipped a finger through the tie of my robe, letting it fall open. I arched my shoulders, letting the material float down my shoulders. Goosebumps hit my arms as I stood there confidently. Inside, I was a screaming mess.

What the hell am I doing? What if he touched me? What if I freaked out?

Sure, I'd had plenty of sex since the rape, but none sober. I hadn't let anyone touch me without being completely smashed first.

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes wandering over my curves as time seemed to freeze. I couldn't read his expression, but the longer he stood there, watching me, the more I began to panic. Without saying a thing, he bent down and retrieved the robe, threading my arms back
into it.

"I'm not here to fuck you, Beth." He spoke softly, his hands running over the soft silk of my robe, down my arms to my fingers. I jumped back, both relieved and confused.

Well, this is embarrassing.

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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