Sex Sex Blog Tour With an Excerpt By: Max Monroe!!
Blurb:
From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Max Monroe comes a new standalone romantic comedy.
Lola
My name is Lola Sexton, and I’m a sex addict.
Okay…that’s a lie.
Truth is, I’m a serial dater turned dating and relationship columnist for The San Francisco Times. My readers call me Sex. Sex Says.
I love my job.
I love my life.
And I hate Reed Luca.
Reed
My name is Reed Luca, and I’m a liar.
Ironically, that’s the truth.
I’m 31, and my occupation is…well, complicated.
My favorite kind of woman comes in all shapes and sizes, but always has a big brain.
I’ve never hated anything.
Lola Sexton hates me.
Luckily, it’s a thin line between love and hate, and with my help, pretty Lola will only be able to straddle that line for so long.
Disclaimer: You may feel emboldened to quit your job at the conclusion of this book. Proceed with caution. This is a work of fiction and the authors cannot be held liable.
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Tiny Tease Excerpt:
Normally, I needed a face-to-face
 encounter to read a person’s intentions,
 but something about what I knew about
 Lola from her column and the careful way
 she’d arranged her words when emailing
 me spoke to violence I wasn’t sure I’d 
ever
 witnessed.
      Limb amputation, genital mutilation,
and a healthy 
hock in order to leave a loogie behind on
the tattered body.
      Would meeting up with the woman
behind the words lead to anything other
 than some kind of police involvement?
 Though, really, I kind of miss them…
      No, no. I was supposed to be reformed.
      But even the converted could find
themselves in trouble when they least
expected it. An impulsive video on
 YouTube that led to millions of views was
 proof of that. My inbox was now cluttered
 with interview requests from various
 media sources, as well as hate mail from
 angered Sex Says fans who didn’t
 appreciate my candid view regarding their
 favorite dating and relationship column.
      I stared at the blinking cursor on the
 screen where I’d opened a return email
 and volleyed.
      Red wire, blue wire, red wire, blue 
wire…
      Goddamn, I couldn’t help myself.
      Fuck it. I’ll cut both of them.
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