Spotlight & Giveaway: F-Bomb by Lani Lynn Vale

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Lani Lynn Vale’s new release: F-Bomb

You murder a man, and all of a sudden people are scared of you.

Slate Solis went from being a guy that people went to in times of need to an ex-con that people crossed the street to avoid being too close to.

He knows he’s done wrong, but out of all of his sins, only one really bothers him—coveting thy neighbor’s wife.

Harleigh Belle—the cute little lady that never gives him a second glance.

After seeing her for the first time while he was in prison, she’s stayed on his mind for three long years. Each time she comes in to visit with her friend on family day, he can’t help but stare.

Then the day comes that he’s set free, and he’s almost disappointed that he’ll never see her again.

Except fate has different plans.

He hasn’t been back in his house for more than three hours when he sees her.

Harleigh Belle in all her glory…oh, and her husband that is everything Slate isn’t.

He tells himself that her being fifty feet away from him, all day every day, is a complete coincidence. One that he shouldn’t take advantage of. The more time passes, the harder it gets to stay away. Until one day, and one very ill-timed thunderstorm, ruin everything.

Who knew that baby-making-weather was a real thing?

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from F-Bomb 

He had a hairy chest.
Like…not too hairy. Perfect hairy.
He was perfectly hairy.
A perfectly hairy, I want to lick him from nipple to nipple, hairy.
Jesus Christ.
But…saying that…who the hell mowed their lawn in February?
There was literally nothing to mow!
But, there he was, mowing his lawn, and I was watching him do it.
Shirtless.
Would it be too much to ask him to do it pantless next time, too?
Probably.
But, still, I watched him go back and forth over his lawn, taking extra care around the sprinkler heads, and studied his body.
He was wearing a pair of black boots—motorcycle, my Kryptonite—and a pair of tight jeans that looked like they might’ve once fit him but were now a little tight in the thighs and the ass.
They were probably an old pair of jeans, and he’d grown in bulk.
They still fit his waist quite nicely.
And honestly, I wasn’t complaining about the way that his ass fit the jeans, either.
They just looked like they weren’t comfortable for him.
He kept pulling at the thighs, glaring down, and cursing.
I bit my lip and tried not to laugh at his obvious discomfort.
I watched him like a hawk, though.
I knew he knew I was there.
Hell, I’d been lying in his hammock when he’d first come out to jog this morning.
Jog.
You heard that right.
He went on a jog.
Almost every single morning.
Sometimes it was for a short time, like ten minutes or so. And sometimes he didn’t come back for hours.
Each time he did go, though, he made sure to make eye contact with me and tell me that he didn’t like it when I was in his yard.
I’d raise my coffee cup at him, apologize profusely and falsely, then head to my porch where I’d finish the rest of my coffee. Once he was all the way down the street, and he could no longer see me anymore, I would go back to the hammock, stretch out, and read my newspaper.
Periodically I’d lift my gaze to study the street in the distance, and when I didn’t see his tall, dark, forbidding form heading toward me, I’d go back to my paper. It was only when I saw him bobbing in the distance that I’d get up once again and head inside.
Most of the time he was gone after that.
He’d find something to do in town that kept him away all day.
I wondered idly what it was, but other than flat out asking him what he did for a living now that he was no longer in jail, I had to be satisfied with being curious.
And since I didn’t know anybody in this town that I could ask other than Dre, I would have to continue to be curious.
The lawnmower suddenly stopped, and my eyes became more focused on his face rather than his abs.
When they did, I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw him staring directly at me.
“What are you staring at?” he called over the length of the yard.
I shrugged. “Nothing.”
“You’re staring at me,” he said. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I was admiring your ankle bracelet.
He looked down to where the ankle monitor was on his left ankle, then shook his leg to make the jeans fall back over it completely.
Lies.
They were all lies.
I was staring at your abs!

Excerpt. ©Lani Lynn Vale. Posted by arrangement with the publisher. All rights reserved.
 
 

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Meet the Author:

Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children and lives in the Great State of Texas.

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