Saturday, August 6, 2016

"He wanted to touch her everywhere all at once" Brownie Boo Boggan #Giveaway! Enjoy an #excerpt from this spicy #romance #ASMSG #RPBP

Heat Level: Spicy
Book Eleven of the Plus Size Romance Series 
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy 
Interracial and multicultural Romance 
Length: 214 pages 
Price: $1.99 or Free with Kindle Unlimited 

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Author: Lynn Cooper 

About The Book
Gina Wilde has her sights set on her hot psychology professor, Dr. Trey Stanton. Despite giving him her most seductive come-hither looks in class and sitting on the front row in skimpy outfits, he doesn’t seem to notice she’s alive. Heck, he probably wouldn’t bat an eyelash even if she balanced a brownie—the scrumptious kind she’s been baking for him all semester—on the tip of her nose while spinning around in a tutu. Nonetheless, she will not be deterred. With a relentless stubbornness, she’s determined to crack his stuffy, stoic exterior and worm her way into his heart.

It kills Trey Stanton to rebuff the beautiful, bubbly sophomore sitting in the front row lustily eyeballing him as if he was her favorite dessert. Although he’s flattered and, in another reality might reciprocate, there’s only one bone-crushingly painful reality. One where he can never again risk his damaged heart. So, no matter how she looks at him with those dark-brown, sultry eyes or how much she crosses and uncrosses those shapely legs or leans forward and reveals the swell of her creamy breasts, he must diligently resist her and her delectable, mouthwatering brownies.

Brownie Boo is part of the Plus Size Romance Series. Each book is a standalone with no overlapping characters, storylines or cliffhangers. This series is a perfect combination of romance, steamy love scenes and humor. The stories are sensual and romantic, uplifting and lighthearted. Feel-good reads that leave you feeling great!
An Excerpt To Heat Up You Senses
Even if she balanced a brownie on the tip of her nose while spinning around in a tutu, Gina Wilde doubted Trey Stanton would bat an eyelash.

A long, sexy eyelash.

For a man, he sure did have dark, luxuriously-thick ones. Of course everything about the thirty-something screamed hotness. The fact that he seemed unaware of his good looks made him all the sexier. He had longish black hair that splayed on his collar and was just starting to show a little gray, which gave him an ultra-distinguished look. His eyes were a soft, sensuous green and kept all of his female students mesmerized whether they were interested in what he was lecturing about or not.

Gina was very much interested. She hung on every word passing through those full, kissable lips.

Unlike most of her other professors, Dr. Stanton wasn’t stuffy. He didn’t wear shiny, tasseled shoes or suits with bowties. Most days he wore brown, penny loafers, khaki-colored Dockers and a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He kept the sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms, which kept Gina thinking about how good those arms would feel wrapped around her.

To her knowledge, he was available. While students always knew one or two tidbits of gossip about their professors, all anyone seemed to know about him was that his wife had died ten years ago. Other than that, he was a mystery man. And a bear. Gina could tell by the thick tufts of chest hair peeking out at the opening of his shirt. God help her, but she loved a hairy man.

Even if a tutu would have grabbed Professor Stanton’s attention, Gina hadn’t worn one since she and her identical twin Tina were eight, performing in Miss Dod’s ballet recital in the O.T. Earl Elementary School auditorium. She wasn’t planning on doing any pliés or pirouettes now; but, she was determined to let her handsome professor know how unhappy she was about a certain situation. Being a big believer in discretion, she hung back and waited for the other students to leave before making her move.

As he sat at his desk, putting papers into a briefcase, Gina boldly approached him. Really working her high heels, denim miniskirt and tight, pink T-shirt, she sashayed up to his podium and planted her hand on her hip.

“Times up,” she said.

Understandably, he looked puzzled, but Gina wasn’t about to back down. Not even when his deep, honey-tinged voice reverberated through the empty classroom nearly buckling her knees. “For what?”

“For you to stop acting like an asshole and start behaving like a decent human being.”

“I see. Exactly what act of asshole-ishness have I committed, miss?”

“Don’t you even pretend you don’t know my name! I’ve been baking brownies and leaving them on your desk this entire semester. Not one damn time have you bothered to say thank you, kiss my ass or anything else. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

With a characteristic calm Gina usually found intriguing but, in this moment, was majorly irritating, Dr. Stanton pushed the Tupperware container of brownies across his desk toward her. “Thank you for the brownies, Miss Boo. I’m sure they are delicious, but I don’t need the extra calories. Perhaps you should take this batch back home with you.”

Stunned, Gina stood there blinking for a few seconds. When she finally spoke, she hated how weak and disappointed she sounded. “You didn’t even try one?”

“No offense, but I usually don’t eat things prepared by people I don’t know.”

“I’ve been in your class since January.”

“You’re being too literal.”

“What about restaurants? Don’t tell me you don’t go out to eat.”

“Of course I do. But those places are regulated by the Board of Health.”

On some level, Gina realized she was being ridiculous. Nothing said the man had to consume or even like her brownies. But she couldn’t help but feel his rejection of her confections was a rejection of her. Which hurt her heart. And, when she was hurt, she got mad.

“If you didn’t eat any, what did you do with them?”

Dr. Stanton shrugged. “I took them by the homeless shelter. I didn’t want them going to waste, and I knew they would be appreciated there.”

Damn him, she couldn’t be upset about that. Helping those less fortunate was a selfless, noble act she greatly respected. For years, she and Tina had volunteered during the summer to build houses with Homes for Habitat, strapping on their tool belts so those who couldn’t afford a place of their own could have one. Even after Tina’s death four years ago, Gina had continued volunteering after school.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Instead of letting me make a fool of myself.

“I should have. I apologize for my oversight.”

Oversight? Just because his clothes weren’t stuffy didn’t mean the man wearing them wasn’t. Sexy-as-hell or not, he was acting like a gigantic prick. She definitely needed to work on her character-judging skills.

“Well, you should,” she snapped. Snatching up the Tupperware bowl, Gina whirled and stormed out his classroom.

FEELING LIKE THE WORLD’S biggest jerk, along with being just as big a liar, Trey shut his eyes. Inwardly kicking himself, he listened to Gina Wilde’s high heels echoing down the stairs.

There was no homeless shelter; he had eaten every single one of her delectable, mouthwatering brownies. Hell, he even had to add an extra hour to his evening exercise routine to burn off the delicious treats.

It would probably take him two hours to will away the massive erection he’d kept hidden from her behind his desk. The curvy spitfire was doing things to his body no other woman had for years.

It killed him to have to rebuff her like that. But it had to be done. Trey had recognized early on that the beautiful sophomore who sat in the front row lustily eyeballed him as if he was her favorite dessert. So, during class or any other time he had crossed her path, he had gone out of his way not to encourage her.

On those many occasions when she yelled out a greeting or waved from across campus, he had pretended not to hear or see her. When he was lecturing and caught her eyes locking intently on his, he would quickly glance down at his notes.

The ironic thing was, he found her infatuation flattering. He even let himself be enthralled by the sensuous heat that constantly emanated from her. In another reality, he might have reciprocated.

But there was no other reality. Just the bone-crushingly painful one he had many times thought about abandoning altogether.

But, since he was still here, he needed to nip this thing with Gina Wilde in the bud. A platonic student-teacher relationship was all he could offer her.

Philosophically speaking, while these short-lived dalliances were acceptable at the college level, Trey believed such behavior was reckless. Morally, he had a problem with young, susceptible, vulnerable females being taken unfair advantage of by someone older, wiser and in a position of authority.

Psychologically speaking, college women were just beginning to blossom. To find out who they were and what they wanted from life. To his way of thinking, that meant discovering those things in the company of males their own age. Guys who were also in the first, full blush of adulthood.

He wanted that for Gina. Such a sexy, vibrant female needed youth and vitality and newness in her world—not cynicism and brokenness and memories of a misery too deep to be overcome.

Still, he couldn’t help but smile when he thought of the note she always attached to the Tupperware lid:

Dr. Stanton, may your week be filled with laughter and love.

Yours truly,

Brownie Boo.

Her nickname was every bit as cute as she was. Any red-blooded male would be attracted to such a sensual combination of womanly body and youthful, innocent exuberance.

Including him.

That was the best reason of all to keep Gina at arm’s length. For the first time since losing his wife in the tragic accident that had destroyed his world, his body had begun involuntarily responding to another woman. During the last decade, he had felt nothing more than a defeated numbness inside. The hollowness of being an empty shell. Blood flowed through him, but it was cool and placid. He breathed in and out and put one foot in front of the other because they were habits. Merely part of a routine which made up his mundane existence.

But now, every time Gina Wilde turned those dark-brown eyes on him or crossed and uncrossed those shapely legs or leaned forward and revealed the swell of her creamy breasts, his cock twitched like a damn divining rod. Because of her, he had spent most of the semester hiding a raging hard-on behind his desk and podium.

But his physical reaction to her was of no consequence. Soon enough, her crush would run its course. A young man worthy of her spirit, vivacity and even her temper would come along to turn her head. When that happened she would be extremely grateful her psych professor had behaved like a rude bastard.

Besides, her wishing him a week filled with laughter and love just proved how innocent and naïve she really was. At her age, life was still filled with rainbows and roses.

She was far too young and optimistic to be tied to a grieving widower. A man who, at the ripe old age of thirty-six, was bitter and viewed life as a cruel trap. One randomly set with heart-wrenching misery for any fool who dared to believe happiness could ever last.

There was no need for Gina to ever find out about these purely autonomic responses of his body to hers. Bodies were not hearts. Once those were crushed beyond repair, they were best left to beat in solitary silence.
About The Author
Lynn Cooper grew up in a small town in South Carolina with big dreams of becoming a ventriloquist. She ordered her first and last dummy from a Sears catalog. It didn’t take her long to realize that she was never going to be able to talk without moving her lips.

She got married at the age of twenty-three and worked for a decade in the health field as a surgical technologist and later as a dental assistant. When she grew tired of looking at people’s innards, she decided to give writing a try. As it turns out, she’s pretty good at it.

Lynn lives to write plus-size romance. It is her greatest desire to create stories that entertain and provide a sensual escape for all the amazing women who need one.

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