Title: The Final Chase (Final Love #2)
Author: Jessica Florence
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2016
I never thought a wallaby, Henley shirts, and a horse’s rectal exam would have anything in common. Turns out they did.
Jake Wild. Owner of Wild rescue for exotic animals.
He’s everything I’m not, my polar opposite.
I’m heels and my salon, He’s dirt and his creatures.
But much like the animals he cares for, he’s got that carnal edge
He’s the type of man you crawl on your hands and knees for with your ass up in the air.
He bites, he's on the hunt, and now I’m his prey
A chance meeting and a bet started the undeniable attraction between us.
But I’m not giving my heart and soul away that easy, he’s going to have to catch me first.
It's the ultimate game of cat and mouse,
But will it be the Final Chase?
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“Heyyyyyyy! You guys ready to crank the heat up in this joint?” I was a crowd pleaser, what could I say? People cheered and looked towards me. My eyes found Jake’s. Oh yeah, bud, it’s on.
“This song goes out to my animal man. All you, kitten.” I winked at him. Giggling, I turned my back towards the crowd.
Dramatic flair? Check.
When the beat to the song began, my hips started swaying. When it kicked up a little, I turned and started moving around more, getting those pelvic thrusts started. Oh yeah, I was going full throttle. People had stopped dancing to watch me.
Seconds later, I was rapping out the lyrics to Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. Yeah, I went there. The other blessing was I actually knew the lyrics, so it was effortless for me to dance and sing the song. My hand crept down my stomach and grabbed my invisible nuts at that moment in the song, while I kept my eyes on Jake the whole time. His face was a mixture of amusement and determination.
Soon, I had the crowd singing that they wanted to do it like the animals on the discovery channel.
Pelvic thrust like nobody’s business? Check.
Oh yeah, I was on that stage, giving it my best performance. And I will say I was killing it. Towards the end of the song, I started jumping up and down like the rapper I was, with my hand in the air moving to the beat.
As soon as the song ended, I took a bow, blew Jake a kiss, and took my exit. Which I wish was graceful, but my dance act had apparently shaken those shots in my system like a soda can. Yep. I puked, and tripped down the three stairs. I was a violent puker.
About The Author
Jessica Florence, Kaleidoscope of Romance Writer of Surviving Valentine. The of The Heart trilogy, Evergreen,Lights of Scotland Series, and The Final Love series. When she's not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest Florida. Jessica loves to interact with her readers, find her on:
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