New Release and Giveaway! - Drumline by Stacy Kestwick

Title: Drumline

Author: Stacy Kestwick

Release Date: Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Blurb:

Traditions are important. Especially in the South.
College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows.
Some things just don’t change. Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bull***t attitude to audition for the
prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line.
It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green
eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it.
She expects there to be tension. Even friction.
But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.

Links:

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Read Chapter 1 Now: https://www.stacykestwick.com/drumline-chapter-one

Excerpt:

He devoured me.

Being eaten alive had never felt so good.

His lips. His hands. His heat. My entire being was overwhelmed by him finally, finally
touching me.

The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been
building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the

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wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted
my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact.

His hands moved over me restlessly, hungrily, skimming down my back on the way to
my ass, then back up my sides to frame my face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat behind on
every inch of skin he claimed for himself. I pulled at his shirt while he pushed me against the
solidness of the door. My heart tripped over itself in its race to keep up. Muffled sounds came
from both of us, vibrating in our throats but not escaping our lips because we hadn’t even parted
for a breath yet.

Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me.

His lips were somehow firm and soft at the same time as he slanted them over me again
and again. It was like being called up to the major league from the minors. Nothing in my past
compared. I shivered from the intensity of it, from the innate authority of his mouth as he
consumed me. Like I was made to bend to him, as inevitable as the moon ceding to the sun.

I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair.
The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his
hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness
gather at the juncture of my thighs.

Dear sweet rosy-cheeked baby Jesus and all the saints in heaven.

His mouth needed to come with a warning label. Danger. Highly flammable.

But it was too late. I’d had a taste and I liked the burn.

Author Bio:

USA TODAY Bestseller Stacy Kestwick is a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should
be outlawed. Her perfect day would include puppies, carbohydrates, and lounging on a hammock
with a good book. No adulting, cleaning, or bacon allowed.

Where to Find Stacy:

Website: www.stacykestwick.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/StacyKestwickAuthor
Twitter: @StacyKestwick
Instagram: @StacyKestwick
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2wvxo7Q

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