Title: Date Me (The Keatyn Chronicles,
#3)
Author: Jillian Dodd
Release
date: Tuesday,
April 9, 2013
Genre: Romance
Age
Group: Young Adult/New
Adult
Book
Description:
I’m
not scripting my life anymore.
I’m
living it.
I’m
done with the God of all Hotties.
I’m
going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it.
The
boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The
boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The
boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.
There
are so many things to look forward to.
Parties
at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY.
But
things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I
find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me.
Not
that I can blame him.
I
have secrets too.
But,
for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m
going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m
going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m
going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But,
I will.
And
this time, I might not get away.
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About
the Author
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she
developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from
a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her
candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own
prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar
Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy.
She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn
Chronicles Series.
Author
social media links:
website: www.jilliandodd.net
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JillianDodd1
twitter: https://twitter.com/JillianDodd
Excerpt
#1
Aiden is standing in
front of me, expecting me to teach him how to dance. Why did I ever agree to
this?
“This is silly,” I say.
“I can’t teach you how to dance. Plus, I’m injured.”
“I saw you jogging at
soccer practice, even though I doubt you were supposed to.”
I laugh. “I took another
pain pill. Felt healed.”
He stands there and
stares at me. Knows he wins whatever game he’s trying to play. If I could jog,
then I should be fine to dance. I sigh and figure I'll just get it over. I turn
on my favorite dance playlist, grab his hips, and move them to the beat. Move
them with mine.
He moves awkwardly.
Strangely. With no rhythm whatsoever.
Um, okay.
This is not working.
I turn around, standing
in front of him, push my back into his chest and pull his arm around to my
stomach, where it presses against my bare skin.
Leaving a scar, I'm
sure.
I shake my ass into him,
and he finally seems to be getting it. He’s moving with a little more rhythm.
What can I say? I’m a
good teacher.
I put my hands on top of
his and move them around on my body in the name of dancing.
This would be even
funner if we were naked.
Shit.
Hello? You can’t think
that.
This is you helping a
dance-disabled friend.
It’s practically
philanthropical. I bet I could get community service hours for this.
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