Seducing Lola
by Jessica Prince
Publication Date: July 18th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
by Jessica Prince
Publication Date: July 18th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Seducing Lola, an all-new
romantic standalone from Jessica Prince is available NOW!!
I’ve had my fair share of bad
relationships. I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in
between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to
dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made
a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.
And I was damn good at it.
Until a random act of fate set
my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs
of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.
Now I’m in his sights and it
seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my
career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can
blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy
everything, then he’s…probably right.
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Excerpt:
Prologue
If you’d have asked my twenty-year-old self what I saw in my
future ten years down the road, I probably would’ve answered the same way as
every other naïve co-ed living the college dream on Sorority Row.
I’d be married to the love of my life, raising our two perfect
children in the suburbs—because the city is no place to bring up a family,
obviously—and driving a top-of-the-line SUV that all the minivan moms would envy
because I had way too much style to ever be caught dead driving a minivan.
Clearly, my twenty-year-old self was an idiot.
It was she who forgave—then was subsequently dumped by—my college
sweetheart after finding him pile-driving my sorority sister from behind on the
handmade quilt I’d spent countless hours creating out of his old high school
football T-shirts as a birthday present. His brilliant excuse?
“You’re just not
adventurous enough, Lola. She’s willing to try things in bed that you aren’t.”
Apparently refusing to allow him to film us having sex and
entering it into a contest on a porn site was just too vanilla for him. Last I
heard, he was making a killing on the amateur scene.
Unfortunately, my twenty-one and twenty-two-year-old selves
weren’t all that smart either.
It was my twenty-one-year-old self who discovered I’d unwittingly
been made a beard by Brad, the guy I had dated for six months, because his
evangelical parents just “wouldn’t understand.”
BTW, Brad and Phillip’s wedding was a really lovely affair. He
asked me to stand as his best woman—since he considered our relationship the
reason he finally made his way out of the closet—but I turned down the honor,
choosing instead to get annihilated on mojitos at the open bar.
My twenty-two-year-old self thought I had finally found a decent
guy. That was until I came home to find him doing something I’ll never be able
to unsee to a pair of Louboutins I’d spent the better part of a year saving up
for.
The saddest part? I hadn’t even had a chance to wear them before
his defilement. I didn’t have the heart to throw them in the trash, so I let
him take them with him when I kicked his ass out.
I should’ve known better, honestly. It wasn’t like I’d grown up
in a home with my very own personal June and Ward Cleaver. Oh no, my parents
split when I was only six years old. And it was anything but amicable. My mom
never kept her hatred for my father secret. And dear old Dad never hid the string
of women he kept on tap, one for whatever mood he may’ve been in. It was
shocking that I hadn’t grown bitter at an even younger age, having to deal with
their drama, but I was in my early twenties and still a believer in happily
ever afters.
Like I said, I was an idiot.
Now I know what you’re thinking. After three miserable failures,
I was probably a jaded cynic who was convinced true love didn’t exist.
Well, you’d only be half right. See, I believed in love, sure… as
long as it was happening to anyone other than me. I’d been the fateful target
of that bastard Cupid’s stupid-ass arrow three times already; I had no desire
to go for a fourth. I wasn’t anti-relationship when it came to other people. To
each their own and all that jazz. And I didn’t hate men. I just didn’t believe
they were of any use to me for anything other than a few hours of fun that
eventually led to a—hopeful—mutual release before I sent them on their
way.
I learned from my mistakes, grown wise as the years passed. I
knew exactly what I wanted out of my life, and believe me, there wasn’t a
shitty picket fence in sight. If the suburbs were for families, then the city
was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a successful, accomplished
thirty-two-year-old woman who’d gotten where I was in life by hard work,
perseverance, and the cluelessness of women all around the world.
My name was known in households all throughout Washington State.
I, along with my two best friends, hosted Seattle’s most successful
female-based talk radio show, aptly titled Girl Talk. I’d managed to make more
money in the past ten years by offering relationship advice to helpless women
than I’d ever know what to do with.
It was safe to say the rose-colored glasses were off. I lived in
the real world where men cheated and women drowned their sorrows in vats of Ben
& Jerry’s.
Sure, I wasn’t living the future I saw for myself when I was
twenty, but then again, at twenty, I still thought Brad Pitt and Jennifer
Aniston were meant to be, that Wedding Crashers was cinematic brilliance, and
that the whole Tom Cruise/Oprah couch jumping “I’m in love with Katie Holmes”
thing was actually romantic. What the hell did I know back then?
A lot had changed over the years. And as I gazed out the
floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, overlooking the Puget
Sound, I could honestly say without a shred of doubt that I wouldn’t have it
any other way.
About the Author:
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most
of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the
ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of
living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped
outside. That's why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy--she refuses
to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what
her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she's also a wino, a
coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books--romances still being
her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but
she just says it's a passion...there's a difference. Not that she'd expect a
boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but
thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever
publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
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