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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Book Blitz: Not the Hot Chick by N. Raines





Not the Hot Chick: Complete Boxed Set
N. Raines
Publication date: April 26th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Contains Not the Hot Chick, Not the Stand In, Not the Friend with Benefits and Not the Placeholder

No one would call curvy Layla Messner hot. Sweet and smart, yes, but not hot. All that changes when she meets sexy bartender Cam. This bundle contains all four of parts of the Not the Hot Chick serial featuring a BBW heroine with heart and a hero with plenty of substance beneath his seductive style. Contains hot hook-ups, bitchy neighbors, ice skating blunders and—just possibly—love to last a lifetime.

This boxed set contains the complete Not the Hot Chick series.

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Not the Hot Chick (Book 1 in the Not the Hot Chick series) Blurb:

Can she be the hot chick for just one night?

No one would call curvy Layla Messner hot. Sweet and smart, yes, but not hot. She doesn’t stand a chance with Cam, the sexy bartender with the teasing grin—especially since her neighbor Jessi has him dead in her sights. Jessi, who is every man’s centerfold fantasy. All Layla has to look forward to is another night with her trusty vibrator.

But when his hook up with Jessi tanks, Cam looks to Layla. He wants her. Here’s her chance to take what she wants and finally be the object of desire—the Hot Chick. If she says no, she may regret it forever. If she says yes, one night may not be enough.

Please note this is a serialized romance. Not the Hot Chick is Book 1 in the series.

EXCERPT FROM BOOK 1:

Jessi Wallace eyed the cute bartender’s butt the way a hungry cat might eye an unsuspecting bird. She actually licked her lips. “I am so going to do him.”

Layla Messner held back a sigh, took another sip of her lemon-drop martini, and asked herself for the sixth time that night, Why am I here, again?

She should have known better than to accept Jessi’s invitation to go out tonight. They weren’t really friends, just across-the-hall neighbors in the same apartment complex that housed many of the Buff State students here in Buffalo, New York. She and Jessi would nod and smile when they passed each other, occasionally stop and chat, but they’d never partied together. So it had been quite the surprise when Jessi tapped on her door two hours ago with a smile and an invitation: “Feel like cutting loose tonight?”

Silly Layla, thinking Jessi was trying to be friendly. More likely, she just wanted a wingman—or wingwoman in this case—and had no one else to step out with.

Jessi leaned over the bar provocatively in her low-cut top, calling to the bartender and pointing to her empty glass. “Can I have another down here?”

Oh, God, she was actually batting her eyelashes. And the way she was leaning to flash her cleavage, it was a wonder her boobs didn’t fall right out onto the bar.

Layla glanced down at her own chest, pulling back her shoulders. Her boobs weren’t so bad, even if they weren’t shown off as blatantly as Jessi’s. Layla knew she had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. If anything, she’d been generously blessed.

The problem was, she was a little too blessed in other areas as well. “Curvy” would be a kind description. “Chubby” might be more to the point.

Jessi, on the other hand, had a body that was every guy’s wet dream. She had big breasts and a tiny little waist that curved out to a rounded pair of hips. The tight, short skirt she wore had every guy in the room craning his neck for a second look at her ass.

The place was pretty quiet for a Friday night. But then again, it was the weekend before spring break, and much of the college-age crowd that usually frequented the Shamrock had already left town. Layla had a four-hour drive to get to her parents’ house and was wiped from spending the day with a class of hyper first graders. Morning would be soon enough to make the trip home.

The bartender ambled down their way and gave them both a smile. “Ready for another, ladies?”

Layla’s heart warmed at the way he included her in the offer. He didn’t just ignore her, the way some guys did, to focus on her prettier companion.

Jessi smirked and tapped the rim of her glass. “I’d like another Hard Fast Screw please.” She practically purred the order for the Shamrock’s variation of a screwdriver.

“You got it.” He directed his gaze at Layla, and her heart gave a little flip. It was too dark in the bar to tell what color his eyes were, but she knew they were beautiful. Just like the rest of him. Dark hair, a buff body, and a gorgeous face. High cheekbones, a straight nose, chiseled lips. Those lips moved, but Layla was too mesmerized by his looks to pay any attention to what he was saying.

She blinked. “Uh, excuse me?”

“He asked if you want another drink.” Jessi’s cutesy moves were forgotten as she gave Layla the death stare. Don’t poach on my territory.

As if. Still, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?


Is the door locked-



Excerpt Not the Stand In (Book 2 in the series):


Since Cam had to work in a few hours, they decided to go to the Shamrock. Because it was still early on a week night, they had no trouble finding a table. "What would you like?" he asked as Layla took her seat.
Just as she was about to ask for a beer, she remembered her plan to seduce him. What had Jessi ordered the night they came here? Oh, right. "I'd like a Hard Fast Screw." Layla looked him straight in the eye and hoped she wasn't blushing as she ordered the bar's version of a screwdriver.
A light glinted in his hazel eyes and he pressed his lips together as though trying not to smile. "Coming right up."
Layla let go a sigh as he headed to the bar for their drinks. Channeling Jessi seemed to do the trick. Tonight, Layla decided, her mantra would be WWJD: What Would Jessi Do?
Cam returned to the table with her cocktail and his bottle of beer. "Cheers." He clinked the mouth of his bottle to the rim of her glass and they both drank. The tangy juice slid easily down Layla's throat. She couldn't taste the vodka but felt its kick as it landed in her stomach. Warmth pooled in her middle and spiraled through her.
She admired him as she sipped her drink. The separate parts of his face—his square jaw, his strong chin with a hint of a cleft, his straight nose—all came together beautifully. Add to that his dark, wavy hair and a pair of greenish-brown eyes flecked with gold and he was a perfect work of art. And when he smiled… God. It was enough to make any girl drop her panties.
Fear fluttered through her. Was she crazy, thinking she could get with him a second time? He had his pick of women. Just looking around the bar, Layla spotted two or three cute, hot girls who were much more his type than she was. She felt a sudden urge to slug back the rest of her drink and bounce before she made a complete idiot of herself.
No, you're not going to run. You have to try. The worst he can do is say no.

 
 
 
Excerpt Not the Friend with Benefits (Book 3 in the series):


They sipped their cocoa in companionable silence. Layla tried not to let her thoughts dwell on Paige, whoever she was. To distract herself, she gestured toward the skaters young and old gliding by on the ice. "They make it look so easy."
"Lots of things look easy. Let me ask you a question. When a kid comes to you whining that the assignment is too hard or they can't figure out their homework, do you tell him, ‘Oh, that's okay, Jimmy. If it's too hard, don't bother. Just forget the homework.'"
She gave him a withering look. "Don't be silly. Of course not."
"Right. You work with him. Ask him what he doesn't understand. Go over it with him until you're sure he gets it. You don't let him give up."
She held back a sigh. "I have a feeling you're working up to something."
"Yeah, I am. Following your example, I'd be a pretty lousy teacher if I let you give up."
"I'm not giving up." Being compared to a whiny schoolkid wasn't a compliment. "And I don't whine."
He stared out at the ice rink. "Okay." He took a sip, swallowed, then began to murmur in a high, crybaby voice, "Wah, my legs feel like spaghetti. I can't lift my feet, I'm gonna fall. Don't go so fast. You're going too fast, you'll make me fall."
She gave him a shot with her elbow. "Teachers are supposed to encourage their students, doofus. Not make fun of them."
He huffed a laugh. "You got me there. Okay, no more teasing. But you gotta promise you'll keep trying."
She smiled. "I promise."
It was so nice, joking around with Cam and hanging out. Just because they'd hooked up in the past didn't mean they couldn't be friends. Though Cam had indicated he'd be just fine adding "benefits" to the mix, Layla had no intention of letting that happen. First of all, Drew was in her life now. Second, Layla knew she couldn't be that casual about sex with Cam. She liked him too much. It wouldn't be hard for her to develop deeper feelings for him.
Not because he was hot, though of course he was. His thick, wavy head of hair made her want to run her fingers through it. His hazel eyes brimmed with mischief, and just a glance from him could send a tingle through her. More than that, he was smart, ambitious, and a genuinely good guy. It would be so easy to fall for him.
And what would Drew say if he knew all that? Maybe he'd want you to stop seeing him. Isn't that why you've kept your friendship on the low? Because you don't want to take that chance?
 
 
 
Excerpt Not the Placeholder (Book 4 in the series):


Cameron Cleary strode into his living room, wearing only a towel wrapped low around his hips. With another towel, he scrubbed his wet hair.
He flashed a grin at Layla, settled on his futon. "I'll be ready to go in a sec."
She grinned right back. "Take your time. I'm in no rush."
Wasn't that the truth. She could happily watch him, with or without clothes, all day long. Her mouth watered at the roll of his shoulders as he dried his hair. His skin glistened, still damp from the shower. A drop of water trickled down his chest. How she'd love to lick it off.
God, she was a ho. Though she'd spent the night at his place, and they'd slept late this morning—which hadn't involved much sleeping—she still couldn't get enough of him.  She might be sore, but it was a good kind of sore. She'd jump at the chance of another go.
Layla felt no shame whatsoever. Yep, a ho for sure.
She nodded at the towel. "Why the sudden modesty?" It wasn't like she hadn't seen everything he had to offer.
His dark eyebrows lifted. "Why, Ms. Messner. Are you suggesting I traipse around butt naked?"
"You bet. You're depriving me of my favorite view."
"Really. Well, then…" He swiveled his hips, fingering the edge of the towel hanging there.
She groaned. "Come on, don't tease."
Imitating a drum roll, he loosened the towel and flashed a hip while keeping the best parts hidden. "Ba bum bum ba bum."
An instant later he flung the towel and it landed in her face. By the time she snatched it off, he had already turned and was headed down the hall.
"Aw, no fair." At least she got to ogle his sexy ass as he ambled toward his bedroom.
As she waited for him to dress, she scrolled through messages on her phone. A knock sounded at the door. "Should I get it?" she called.
"Yeah, would you?"
Layla opened the door to a petite, slim young woman with short, dark hair and a mischievous smile. "Hi. Is Cam here?"
Who was this? Layla knew Cam had no sisters. "Uh, yeah, he's—"
Without waiting for further invitation, the pixie skipped past Layla into the living room. "Hey, Camster, where the hell are you?"
"Paige?" Wearing jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, he stood in the bedroom doorway. The girl rushed down the hall and leaped at him. He instinctively grabbed her as she threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.
"I can't believe how long it's been!" she cried.
Cam gently hugged the slender young woman in his arms while Layla looked on silently.
 

Author Bio:

N. Raines (who also writes as Nona Raines) is a former librarian who lives in upstate New York with her many pets. She’s currently working on her next novel between walking the dog and shooing the cats off the laptop. Her erotic romances are published with The Wild Rose Press and Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was nominated for the 2014 DABWAHA sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs. Her most recent work is the romance novella Write to Me and the transgender romance Her Kind of Man.


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