We're so excited to host the release day launch for Daisy Prescott's Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat!! Daisy is sharing an excerpt with us, and a fantastic giveaway, so be sure to read all the way down to check out all the release day excitement!!
Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat Synopsis:
I, Thomas Clifford Donnely, am a manwhore.
I’ve been told I’m irresistible to women. Like catnip for a different type of pussy-cat. I guess you could call me a Tom Cat.
This is the story about how I lost my wingman, broke all my own rules, and found myself falling in love.
Tom Donnelly isn't the marrying kind, or the dating kind. Even after losing his #1 wingman to love, he doesn't see the point in relationships. When his sister's best friend returns to Whidbey Island and propositions Donnelly for a one-night stand, he breaks one of his biggest rules—no fooling around with his sisters' friends. It's just sex, nothing more. That's what Tom does and does well.
What happens when "just sex" isn't enough?
Hailey King is more than a match for Tom's flirtations. She's known him most of her life and has heard the rumors about his "skills" for years. When her perfectly planned future falls apart, will the last man she should ever fall for turn out to be more than a one-night stand?
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EXCERPT:
Prologue
When she walked
toward me, I was ninety-percent certain she wanted to slap me. I spread my
stance and tensed for the impact. Sadly, she wouldn’t be the first woman to
smack me or attempt it. Good thing I was pretty fast at dodging and weaving.
I held her gaze as
she got closer. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and turn the other cheek …
literally. Or back down the hall and hide in the men’s room. Ah, the men’s
bathroom. A place no woman dared to go unless absolutely necessary. Urinals
freaked them out.
I took a big step
backward and then another until the darkness of the hall to the back room
enveloped me. I wasn’t running. Far from it. I moved slowly and kept my eyes on
my assailant stalking toward me.
I probably should
have asked myself why she wanted to slap me. Had I stopped to think, I might
have realized unlike most women with the same expression on their face, I
hadn’t actually given her a reason to be mad at me. At least none I knew about.
Her eyes narrowed and
she cut the distance between us in half with two long strides. To my left was
the door to the bathroom and potential salvation. Further behind me stood the
backdoor and freedom. While I debated hiding or fleeing, she made the decision
for me by grabbing the front of my shirt.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Always act innocent. In this case, I didn’t have to act.
“I’ve been looking
all over for you tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You have?”
She stared at my
mouth and pressed her lips together. “I have. Why is a good man hard to find
when you need him?”
Her words rearranged
themselves in my head after she’d spoken them. “Don’t you mean a hard man is
good to find when you need him?”
She snorted out a
laugh. “Exactly. You read my mind.” Her hand not clutching my shirt touched the
bared skin above my belt.
“Hey, whoa, where you
going with that hand?” I jerked my hips back to escape her wandering fingers.
“I need a good man.
And since I don’t know any good men, I decided I needed a hard man tonight.”
“Okay.” I grabbed her
hands in mine to protect myself from her assault. “Can I ask you one thing?”
“Sssure.”
The subtle slur
answered my question, but I asked it anyway. “Have you been drinking?”
“Tommm, don’t be
mean. You sleep with everyone on the island. I need you to sleep with me. Now.”
The slight rasp to her voice had strengthened into a sultry purr.
Definitely not sober.
“What happened to your own man? Have sex with him.”
She pressed a finger
to my lips. “No talking, more sex.”
“More implies there’s
some sex to begin with.” I couldn’t figure out why I bothered to argue. Sex
without strings was my thing.
But could I have
stringless sex with her? I had rules.
While I was lost in
some sort of moral debate, she kissed me.
Worse, my body
responded, and I liked it. A lot.
She was an amazing
kisser—even buzzed and with grabby hands, her lips and tongue teased mine with
a balance of aggression and skill.
When she bit my
bottom lip, I did the smart thing. I kissed her back.
Daisy Prescott Bio:
Before writing bestselling contemporary adult romances, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the other titles I've acquired over the years.
Born and raised in San Diego, I currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with my husband, our dog Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat.
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