Friday, September 19, 2014

Bad Son Rising by Julie A. Richman: Release Blitz w/ Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

People think I'm a douche.
And maybe I am.
I use most people.
It's what I know.
But if I love you,
I'd die for you.
I just don't know that I'm worth loving.

Handsome, privileged bad boy Zac Moore has always played by his own rules - at school, in business, with women. He's rewritten the rules to suit his own needs and his needs are all that matter.

Serious and focused family friend Liliana Castillo has one goal. Leave the pre-Med program at Yale to help people in developing nations.

As their paths cross and uncross, a tale of love, agony, betrayal and growth is woven, transforming two people who've hidden from relationships and love.

This is a stand-alone novel.


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About the Author:

I must've been 5 or 6 when I started writing "stories". I would write them and hide them. Not wanting anyone to see my "secret" thoughts. I needed to write -even back then. Now I'm just not hiding them anymore. Is that a sign of maturity? Nah ....

Writer, photographer, insatiable wanderluster, edge-player, foodie, music addict, pop culture fanatic, animal lover, warrior for the rights of people and planet, and avid cusser (am a Native New Yorker, so very little offends me ... and if I am offended, it must be pretty freaking bad .. like bad grammar!).

I am big believer in signs and if we keep ourselves open, there are guideposts all along the way. Stay humble. Be true. Be you.

Life is not a dress rehearsal ...

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Excerpt:

Britt Logan was a Stage Five clinger, but gave, quite possibly, the best head east of the Mississippi. The latter was the only reason Zac Moore tolerated her suffocating presence. Oh, and she did make nice arm candy, he'd give her that, although that was only of marginal importance to him.

Propped against pillows with his hands behind his head, he watched her head bobbing up and down, listened to her slurping sounds. In another time, another place, that would've gotten him so hot. The girl could suck like a Dyson, and yet, he had the urge to push her away and tell her to get the fuck out of his dorm room. But what the hell, he'd tolerate her until he came and then get rid of her.

Picking up his cell phone, he checked messages. Really wanting to know the scores on some games he had bet on, Zac was pleased to see he'd made a killing on a few of them as well as that he'd be collecting a shitload of money on the bets he took. As he became more engrossed in scrolling through the games, he became almost oblivious to Britt's sucking. Placing the phone on the bed next to him, he closed his eyes and attempted to clear his mind and concentrate. If he could concentrate it would be over soon and he could get on with his night.

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