Blog tour: The Girl He Knows by Kristi Rose + excerpt & giveaway
Happy Hump Day! We are today's stop on The Girl He Knows Blog Tour. Isn't that a flirty and fun cover? Author Kristi Rose is sharing an excerpt and there's a tour-wide giveaway to enter. Enjoy!
Waking up naked next to a good looking man is not a bad way to start the day. Especially since Paisley missed all those opportunities in college, when she was too busy supporting her no good, thankfully now, ex-husband. The problem? This hottie is Hank, her best friend’s older brother, a guy she’s known her entire life.
Stopping after one night is the right thing to do. Being with him clearly breaks the best friend code, and from his career as a Naval officer to his Boy Scout reputation, everything about him screams monogamy and commitment. Two things Paisley has had enough of.
When Hank presents a “no strings attached” offer, it’s too good to be true. She can enjoy him while still embracing being single. But, poor choices force her to confront old fears of love and loss, and Paisley has to decide if Hank is worth the risk. The alternative is never experiencing the real deal. Or far worse, settling for less
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The Girl He Knows, By Kristi Rose,
is the story of friends who embark on a no strings attached relationship. He’s
her best friend’s older brother and she’s still wounded from her divorce. From
there the adventure begins.
“Hi, Paisley.” He brushes his lips against the red area on my chin.
In one breath, I’m gone, lost in the headiness of Hank’s touch. My knees buckle and I sway against him. Hank moves the kiss to my lips and deepens it. Logical thoughts evaporate. The merest touch from him spreads delicious warmth through my body and I pull him closer.
“Mmm,” he purrs. “But no.” He pushes back. “I hoped I would see you. I also hoped you weren’t mad anymore.” He kisses his way down my neck.
“Mad about what? Oh, the night we talked about my friend’s husband. That’s long forgotten. I’m not mad.”
I’m distracted and ravenous for him. It feels as if a lifetime has passed since we last touched.
I try to pull his shirt from his pants, but he grabs my hands and pulls them to his chest, clasping them between his. “What’s the problem?” I grin.
“I don’t think we should do this.” He groans. “Lord knows I want to.”
“So I ask again, what’s the problem?” I sneak a finger in between the buttons on his shirt and stroke a tiny patch on his chest.
“I want to stop.” He laughs and wiggles away, though he doesn’t drop my hands.
I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to stop. I don’t care if everyone walks in on us. OK, I do because picturing his mom walking in sends a flash of common sense through me. His lower half is still pressed against me, and it takes every stupid ounce of discipline I have to not wrap my legs around him but to focus and hear what he’s saying.
“OK, I’ll stop, only because your family is on the other side of this door,” I say. “You’re still holding my hands.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know. I’ve got something I want to say and I want you to listen.” His face gets serious.
“OK. But if you want me to really hear it you should take a step back because...well.” My cheeks tingle as they flush.
Hank chuckles, lets go of my hands, and takes a step back. “We should go on a date,” he tells me.
“A date?” I’m baffled.
“Yeah, a date. You know. One of those things you’ve been doing with other guys.”
“Oh, ha-ha.” Now I’m annoyed. “Why a date?”
“Why not? We’ve totally skipped a step by going to bed together. I think we need to back it up and start over with a date.”
“I don’t know, Hank. What would our families say?”
“Argghhh, Paisley. Who gives a... Why are you so worried about what people will say? It’s not as if I’m married or anything.” He stops, I assume, to compose himself. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Why is a date with me such a foreign concept to you?”
I shrug. I guess I never thought of it before. It’s kind of weird imagining an actual date with Hank, weird and kind of exciting. My giddiness comes out as a snicker.
His brow furrows.
“Because sometimes I remember things. Things you might not want your date to know,” I say.
“Like what? I’m an open book.” He crosses his arms.
“Remember when you were in fifth grade and were totally crazy for Star Wars?”
He closes his eyes, and nods. He knows where I’m going with this but he hides it with impatience. “What’s this have to do with us going on a date?”
“Well, you used to make Gigi and me dress up as Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker. By the way, I did not enjoy being bumped to Chewbacca to save Joanna’s feelings when she wanted to play.” I giggle and snort when I try to compose myself.
“Maybe I’ll be thinking of those things or like when you crashed your bike into the side of Poppy’s car or like the time I caught you looking in my bedroom window or I’ll think about the bowl cut your momma gave you....”
“Why you.” He laughs, swoops in and picks me up, then tosses me on the bed and sits on top of me.
“I get the picture,” he says. “You think of those things when we’re making love?”
I laugh and push my skirt down in the open spaces between his legs. “Yes, sometimes I want to do a Wookie cry just for you.”
“If you’re thinking about Chewbacca, I’m doing something wrong.” He shrugs sheepishly.”
In one breath, I’m gone, lost in the headiness of Hank’s touch. My knees buckle and I sway against him. Hank moves the kiss to my lips and deepens it. Logical thoughts evaporate. The merest touch from him spreads delicious warmth through my body and I pull him closer.
“Mmm,” he purrs. “But no.” He pushes back. “I hoped I would see you. I also hoped you weren’t mad anymore.” He kisses his way down my neck.
“Mad about what? Oh, the night we talked about my friend’s husband. That’s long forgotten. I’m not mad.”
I’m distracted and ravenous for him. It feels as if a lifetime has passed since we last touched.
I try to pull his shirt from his pants, but he grabs my hands and pulls them to his chest, clasping them between his. “What’s the problem?” I grin.
“I don’t think we should do this.” He groans. “Lord knows I want to.”
“So I ask again, what’s the problem?” I sneak a finger in between the buttons on his shirt and stroke a tiny patch on his chest.
“I want to stop.” He laughs and wiggles away, though he doesn’t drop my hands.
I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to stop. I don’t care if everyone walks in on us. OK, I do because picturing his mom walking in sends a flash of common sense through me. His lower half is still pressed against me, and it takes every stupid ounce of discipline I have to not wrap my legs around him but to focus and hear what he’s saying.
“OK, I’ll stop, only because your family is on the other side of this door,” I say. “You’re still holding my hands.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know. I’ve got something I want to say and I want you to listen.” His face gets serious.
“OK. But if you want me to really hear it you should take a step back because...well.” My cheeks tingle as they flush.
Hank chuckles, lets go of my hands, and takes a step back. “We should go on a date,” he tells me.
“A date?” I’m baffled.
“Yeah, a date. You know. One of those things you’ve been doing with other guys.”
“Oh, ha-ha.” Now I’m annoyed. “Why a date?”
“Why not? We’ve totally skipped a step by going to bed together. I think we need to back it up and start over with a date.”
“I don’t know, Hank. What would our families say?”
“Argghhh, Paisley. Who gives a... Why are you so worried about what people will say? It’s not as if I’m married or anything.” He stops, I assume, to compose himself. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Why is a date with me such a foreign concept to you?”
I shrug. I guess I never thought of it before. It’s kind of weird imagining an actual date with Hank, weird and kind of exciting. My giddiness comes out as a snicker.
His brow furrows.
“Because sometimes I remember things. Things you might not want your date to know,” I say.
“Like what? I’m an open book.” He crosses his arms.
“Remember when you were in fifth grade and were totally crazy for Star Wars?”
He closes his eyes, and nods. He knows where I’m going with this but he hides it with impatience. “What’s this have to do with us going on a date?”
“Well, you used to make Gigi and me dress up as Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker. By the way, I did not enjoy being bumped to Chewbacca to save Joanna’s feelings when she wanted to play.” I giggle and snort when I try to compose myself.
“Maybe I’ll be thinking of those things or like when you crashed your bike into the side of Poppy’s car or like the time I caught you looking in my bedroom window or I’ll think about the bowl cut your momma gave you....”
“Why you.” He laughs, swoops in and picks me up, then tosses me on the bed and sits on top of me.
“I get the picture,” he says. “You think of those things when we’re making love?”
I laugh and push my skirt down in the open spaces between his legs. “Yes, sometimes I want to do a Wookie cry just for you.”
“If you’re thinking about Chewbacca, I’m doing something wrong.” He shrugs sheepishly.”
About Kristi Rose
Kristi Rose was raised in central Florida on boiled peanuts and iced tea. She’s lived by an active volcano, almost fallen off a mountain, and was married in Arkansas by a J.O.P in flip flops named Earl. Today, as a proud military wife and mother of two, she’s been lucky enough to travel the world. No matter where she is, she enjoys watching people and wondering what’s their story? That’s what Kristi likes to write about: everyday people, the love that brings them together, and their journey getting there. Kristi is a member of RWA. You can follow Kristi at www.kristirose.net, like her Facebook page: Kristi Rose, or send her a tweet @krosewrites. The Girl He Knows is her debut novel.
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HI,
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Woot to that first line. Made me pay attention.
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