I'm so excited to share Hard to Resist with you today! This installment of the Sexy Nerd Boys series centers around Hadley- who you might remember as Eve's roommate in Naughty Angel- and Ravi. Ravi is a sexy Indian boy with a love of Star Wars and writing Sci-fi, but he isn't very good at dictating his own life. He let his parents push him into a pre-med major, and he let his best friend warn him away from the one girl he's been in love with since he was sixteen. To be fair, that girl is his best friend's twin sister. But when Ravi and Hadley end up sharing an apartment he's going to find that she might just be too Hard to Resist.
And for those of you who've been following the Sexy Nerd Boys from the beginning there are some cameo's from the rest of the gang as well ;)
Once you read it I'm sure you'll be wondering, so I'll go ahead and let you know now- YES, Matthew is getting his own book ;) and I'm excited to do a foray into M/M romance for that crazy man.
Check out what some bloggers are saying about Hard to Resist:
"If you are looking for a funny sexy romance then you have found it." ~ Rockstar Book Muse
"Every character in this series is written exquisitely, baring their soul to the reader but I think this story of forbidden love and true friendship is my favourite in the series." ~ Click Book Blog
"Ever had a book that made you so giddy and happy inside. Ever had a book that made you feel like you are floating in a cloud and simply get lost in a sky filled with clouds. Well, Hard to Resist by K.M. Neuhold made me feel" ~ Romantic Angel Book Blog
"K. M. Neuhold has an uncanny talent for building sexual tension and creating funny, down to earth characters that will keep you coming back for more." ~ Rochelle's Reviews
Worth the Wait is free this week only! Check out a brief excerpt below and then be sure to get your free copy and let your friends know too!
Sweat pours off of me as I slam my fists into the heavy punching bag. Peace floods my body as I revel in the stinging flesh of my knuckles. Left, left, right, left. I tune out everything else around me. All of the other sounds of fist on flesh, the smell of sweat, they’re all a million miles away. It’s just me and the punching bag. It’s just me and my residual rage being poured out in the form of sweat and violence. Perfection.
I’ll tell you a little secret, I have enough of them I can spare one now. When you wake up in a hospital bed with the realization that you narrowly escaped death you’re a changed person. Before the accident I was weak, but now I’m strong. The one thing I swore to myself when I walked out of that hospital was that I would never let anyone hurt me again. I’ve already been hurt enough in my life. I’m not going to be a victim anymore. At least not a victim to anyone but myself, but that’s a different issue altogether.
“Abby!” I stop mid-swing and grab the swinging bag to steady myself. I drag in deep breaths. My lungs burn with the effort to get enough oxygen into my body. I turn my gaze to the middle aged man who owns the gym. Ironically, his name is Jim.
“What’s up?” I ask breathlessly, keeping a conspicuous amount of distance between us. Jim is a nice guy and he’s never done anything to make me think he’s trying to creep on me, but, well...let’s just say I have ‘issues’ with men.
“Wow, you were really focused, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten minutes. The ladies who signed up to take your self-defense class are waiting,” He informs me, gesturing towards a group of mostly college aged girls standing in a group outside of one of the classrooms.
I nod and grab a towel to wipe some of the sweat off of my face before heading over toward the women.
“Hi there, sorry to keep you ladies waiting, I was a bit absorbed,” I apologize with a laugh.
“You were amazing over there,” One of the girls says in a quiet, awed voice.
I look over at her with a smile. She’s small and meek with dirty blonde hair and a mousy face. She’s the kind of girl you would see and forget about thirty seconds later.
“Thank you,” I acknowledge before gesturing for everyone to make their way into the classroom. It’s really just a private gym area used to teach different classes like yoga, tai chi, and self-defense.
Once everyone is in and I’m standing in front of them I take several deep breaths to calm my nerves.
Why did I agree to do this? I hate public speaking. And, it’s not like I’m an expert or anything, I just got into kickboxing last year, after the accident. It’s been working a hell of a lot better than therapy, if you don’t count the recurring nightmares and the fact that I still don’t want a man to touch me. Well, you know what they say: you can’t win ‘em all.
“I’m so glad that you’ve all decided to take your safety into your own hands by taking this self-defense class.” I jump right into the class with my prepared speech.
Once I get through this I have to tackle getting my things moved into my new apartment. This is going to be a friggin’ exhausting day.
“So everybody let’s pair off and we’ll start right away with practicing some techniques.”