Blog Tour with Adam & Brooke POV Excerpt and Giveaway for 'Bad Girlfriend' (First and Last #4) by Kirsten DeMuzio



                                   Welcome to my stop on the Book Tour for Bad Girlfriend




                                                             Title: Bad Girlfriend (First and Last #4)
                                                                          Author: Kirsten DeMuzio
                                                                      Genre: New Adult Romance
                                                                     Release Date: March 18, 2014 


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 Brooke Mills has only ever wanted to be loved. The product of a teenage pregnancy and raised by her grandmother, Brooke went looking for love in all the wrong places. She has been the other woman or someone’s dirty little secret more times than she cares to admit. When Brooke’s questionable judgment lands her in the bed of her new neighbor, it’s the wakeup call she needs to change her ways. With the help of her friends, Brooke is determined to find a nice guy.

 Adam Branigan is new in town, and despite the way he and Brooke met, Adam knows there’s more to the beautiful redhead than meets the eye. He wants to be the guy to show Brooke that she deserves more than late night booty calls. But will outside pressures and past relationships conspire to keep them apart?

 **This book is intended for a mature audience, age 18 and older, due to language and explicit content.

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***Excerpt - Adam POV***
 

The only bad part of taking a job so quickly was that I didn’t have time to look for a place to live.  One of the school board members knew a woman who had an apartment available, and the price was great.  So I took it - sight unseen.  Now that I was here, I understood why the rent was so cheap.  I could stand in the kitchen and almost touch my bed.  There was just enough space in the bathroom to turn around, and I had to duck down in the shower to wash my hair.
The landlady, Eleanor, was a nice, older woman who lived in the big house out front.  She was here to greet me when I arrived on Saturday and kindly recommended a storage place for the furniture that wouldn’t fit in the studio apartment, which was almost everything.  She had mentioned that her granddaughter lived with her, and I was assuming she would have been young - middle school or maybe high school age - since Eleanor herself didn’t seem to be too old.
But the woman I saw taking out the trash late last night was no teenager.  And if she was, Lord help me, I shouldn’t be allowed to work with children after the thoughts I had.  No, she was definitely older, maybe early twenties.  I had just turned off my light to attempt to go to sleep when I heard rattling around outside.  Going to the window I saw a scantily clad young woman wrestling two large trash cans down the driveway.  It wasn’t until she reached the curb and the streetlight illuminated her that I saw her hair was a vibrant shade of red and her skin was smooth.  I couldn’t make out her features, but her body...good God.  Yeah, she was definitely not a teenager.
She must have had some sort of disagreement with the second trash can, because after she got it in place, she kicked it.  That had made me laugh, and I almost didn’t close the curtain before she turned around.  Spying on her from the window was not the first impression I wanted to make.


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***Excerpt - Brooke POV***


No sooner had Chet pulled his old muscle car out of the driveway than Gram pulled her little red sports car in.  That was a close call.  Not that she thought I was still a virgin or anything, but I never wanted her to walk in on me in the middle of anything.
Pulling the belt of my robe tighter around my waist, I got a drink of water and leaned back against the counter.  Gram came in through the kitchen door a minute later, took one look at me barefoot in my robe and shook her head.  I guess I didn’t get away scot-free after all.
“Brooke, what are you doing?”
I jingled the ice in my glass.  “I’m getting a drink of water.  How was poker night?  You’re home early.  Did you win big?”  Gram played every Sunday night with some ladies from church.  They bet some serious cash, and Gram usually came home with a pretty big haul.
She lowered her white eyebrows and pointed a finger at me.  “Don’t you try and change the subject, young lady.  I saw that hooligan leaving here in the middle of the night.  And then I find you standing here naked.  Lord knows I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“I’m not naked,” I countered.  “And it’s not the middle of the night.”
“There’s only one reason a boy like that comes over here.  And it’s not a good reason.”
I sighed and took a seat at the table.  It had been a while since she had lectured me.  Of course, I was usually much better at hiding what I was doing.
“You can’t keep giving away the milk for free, Brooke.  It gives them no reason to buy the cow.”
I really loved being compared to a cow.

 



About the Author
I am an author of new adult and contemporary romance novels.
My husband and I live in Columbus, Ohio with our two young daughters and happy golden retriever.When I’m not spending time with my family, I can be found doing one of my other favorite activities - writing, reading and napping. 
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