RELEASE TOUR: Worthy by Michele Lenard (Excerpt)

RELEASE TOUR – Worthy by Michele Lenard

Length: 297 pages
Series: Adrenalin Series, book one
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: contemporary
Tropes: bi-awakening, hookup turned more, summer fling, opposites attract
Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a

Okay, I might have a reputation as a playboy, but I swear that’s not my fault.

Cade – When your small tourist town is lacking in single people, your only option for company is the temporary kind. And if given the choice between sleeping alone or sleeping around, well, can you blame me for choosing the latter?

If you think about it, I’m a victim of circumstance. A product of my environment. And that suits me just fine. Or it did, until a sexy stranger knocked me over, literally.

The newcomer is an angel to my devil. The type A to my slacker, working on a PhD thesis while I do everything in my power to delay taking over the family business. We should be totally incompatible. Yet somehow, I feel more at ease with this outsider than people I’ve known my whole life.

For the first time in—ever—I don’t want to be just a fling, but how do I win over a relationship prone genius when I’m a notorious flirt? That’s not even the worst part. Did I mention I’m crushing on a guy, and until I met him, I considered myself straight?

This opposites attract MM romance features a small-town bad boy, the studious boy next door, townspeople who love an excuse to wear a costume, and a not safe for work drinking game.

I know every storefront, every window, even every crack on the sidewalk in this town, which is why I know there’s no good reason for me to crash into a wall walking down Main Street. 

A piney scented wall.

One that makes a rather suspect “mmph” noise for an inanimate object.  

And… is that… My nostrils flare. Citrus?  

Whipping my head around, I catch sight of an object flailing toward the earth. Before my brain can catch up to what I’m about to do, my arms shoot out. My hands grasp solid muscle, dragging the sweet scent closer. 

My roadblock is roughly my size, but I’m able to stop his momentum enough that he just sort of sinks to the ground. Another noise escapes his lips, only this time it’s more of a little “oomph” as he goes down. 

I stifle a laugh. In my defense, it was growly and kind of cute. 

The bags he’s carrying crash to the sidewalk, produce spilling everywhere. I cast a quick look in my cousin Deacon’s direction, and he nods, acknowledging that he’ll escort the ladies we were just entertaining to the bar while I help clean up the mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” I scramble to pick up the groceries and put them back in their bags.

“Yeah, I got that much.” His words drip sarcasm, though his voice is almost amused. Not cynical.

“You okay?”

“No damage.” He rubs one of his arms, right where I’d been gripping it.

“What about your groceries? I’ll replace anything that’s ruined.” I chase an apple down before it hits the street, hoping the offer will absolve me of my carelessness. I’m a lot of things, but asshole isn’t one of them.

“Everything seems fine.” His dexterous fingers dust off his pants as he twists to make sure he’s clean.

“Okay, good.” I finish collecting the spilled items and hold the bag out, getting my first real look at the man I plowed into. And damn if he doesn’t plow me right back. Dark blonde hair hanging in loose waves to his shoulders. Stormy gray eyes framed by long lashes. A day’s worth of stubble on a chiseled jaw. And full, pink lips, still plump even though they’re pursed, studying me.

Damn. I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous people come through my little tourist town deep in the Colorado mountains, but none of them compare to the one staring back at me, who’s downright captivating. The fact this one is a man is a little surprising, though. I’ve only recently caught myself looking at men, and hadn’t yet concluded if that meant my tastes are changing—not that I care if they are. If my dick is curious, I’m not going to let gender stand in the way, and it’s definitely curious about this guy.

He’s my height, his build slightly broader than my lean frame, though I wouldn’t go so far as to say bulky or stout. Just…solid. Perfect. Exactly the right size to hold his own in bed, maybe even take charge.

My mouth waters at the thought. I’ve always wondered what that would be like, and thanks to the man in front of me, I’m infinitely more curious.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Hi! I’m Michele-or at least that’s the name I write under-because my parents and my kids are not allowed to read my books. Ever. Though sports romance is my guilty pleasure, I like to dabble in all tropes, genres and genders. My books are set in my home state of Colorado, because to me the mountains are the only thing that can compete with a good book. My favorite food is Mexican, my favorite shoes are flip-flops, and my drink of choice is whiskey, the same as virtually every character I’ve ever written.

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