Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Lovely Vicious On Sale!! .99 cents!

As a big thank you for all the love for LOVELY VICIOUS, it's now .99 cents from today until Monday, 11/18 on Amazon and Barnes and Noble! Thank you all so much again for your love and support, and see my previous post on where to get Lovely Vicious, including links!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Lovely Vicious: Where to get it, and a thank you!

Holy crapola, you guys are awesome. I've been swamped with reviews and messages from everyone who's liked Lovely Vicious, and all I can say is THANK YOU. There aren't enough letters in the English language to express my gratitude for each and every review and kind word. Every review helps me as an author like whoa. You guys are hells amazing.

Lovely Vicious is now officially up at most major digital bookseller sites! Here's the master list!

If you liked it, please leave a review at one of these sites! It seriously helps me - it lets me know what to focus on fixing in the next book, and what to keep doing! Feel free to email me at, too! I'd love to hear from you and what you thought of the book!



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

LOVELY VICIOUS releases today!

Hey guys! How has your November been so far? Sick of Halloween candy yet?

I've got some great news today! LOVELY VICIOUS, my newest series, a Young Adult/New Adult romance, is officially up on Amazon! It's one of the closest books to my heart, and deals with a damaged girl, a stuck-up walking Armani ad, and the war between that eventually blossoms to love. Here's the cover and blurb! Happy reading!!

Fire meets ice. Love meets hate. 

Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she’s lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to the Buttcrack-of-Nowhere Ohio to help her mom escape a bad relationship. 

All the girls in her new school want one thing – Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack Hunter’s never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he’s never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face.

Jack’s met his match. Suddenly everything is a game.

The goal: Make the other beg for mercy. 

The game board: East Summit High.

The reward: Something neither of them expected.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

LOVELY VICIOUS - Teaser 3!!!

Hey guys! LOVELY VICIOUS is now three weeks away from publishing! I'm super excited! Here's a teaser to tide you guys over until then!!

COMING NOVEMBER 14th, 2013!!!

I open the door to the library. Frigid air mixed with the pulpy smell of old books greets me. The librarian eyes my purple streaks but doesn’t say anything. She’s seen worse. I meander down the aisles, looking up and down for him. Finally, I find him in the romance section, leafing through a book with a beefy guy on the cover. I feel my eyebrows shoot up.  
“You could do the fair maidens of the school a favor and inform them you’re gay,” I say.
“Didn’t you read the sign?” He asks coolly without looking up. “No harpies in the library.”
“If I was any fantasy animal I’d be a majestic unicorn, thank you, but I’ll forgive your transgressions. It takes keen eyesight to differentiate a harpy from a unicorn. Also, common sense.”
He looks up, blue eyes growing irritated. “I don’t have the patience for you right now.”
“Listen to yourself! ‘I don’t have the patience for you’,” I mock in a deep voice. “You sound like my freaking Mom! Like a parent! Like a really old, decrepit man. You’re what, seventeen? Start acting like it.”
“They’re spreading rumors about us. It’d be best for you to keep your distance.”
“Aha! I’ve already thought of that! But let’s be realistic – this is high school. No amount of space between us is gonna stop the rumors from breeding like rabbits.”
“Your Freudian choice of metaphor is getting ridiculous, now. If you want me, just come out and say it. Get it over with so I can shoot you down.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Nope. Not happening. You aren’t my type, first off –”
“I’m everyone’s type,” He says, tiredly.
“- And second off, have you even seen that marble statue? It’s incredible. You should at least give her a chance, okay? Someone with that much talent has to be cool.”
He snaps the book closed and picks up another one. “No.”
“You have to agree it’s an incredible piece of art, creepy stalkerish qualities attached to it or no.”
“You’re the only stalker I see here,” He sighs.
“And what about that girl in the PA room? She might not be as pretty as drama club girl –”
“Windshield love note girl.”
“ – But she’s so cute! And short!  And she has huge boobs! And she’s got tenacity! But mostly huge boobs! That’s a thing with guys last time I checked! Boooobs!” I make a cupping motion around my significantly flatter chest. “And if she has tenacity she’ll be able to put up with your arrogant bullshit longer! It’s a perfect match!”
He snorts. “You don’t know anything about me, let alone enough to matchmake me with some pathetic girls.”
“Stop saying they’re pathetic! They’re nice, okay? You just haven’t given them a chance –”
He moves so fast I barely have to blink and he’s looming over me, arms on either side of me and that same deadly-cool look in his eyes I saw when he was talking to Evans. A strange pressure threatens to collapse my lungs, but I stay strong. For Kayla. For the sake of the war. I’m strong and I can’t let him see anything otherwise.
“All they do is grovel,” He snarls. “I am a thing to them, not a person. They worship me because they don’t know me.”
“Yeah, but you keep it that way – everybody thinks you’re intimidating and hard to approach, just how you like it. You don’t make any effort to be nice, or make friends. It’s easier to be worshipped by people than it is to be friends with them.”
“What the hell do you know?”
“I don’t know anything - except that you’re here, in the library, reading corny-ass romance books.” I gesture around me. He holds my gaze, like he’s looking for something inside me, and then backs off. He puts the book back and takes out a few, piling them on his arm.
“These aren’t for me.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I have a friend who enjoys them,” he says, voice now softer. “But she can’t get out a lot. So I bring them to her.”  
“Oh. Well. That’s nice of you. Also kind of weird, since you seem to intensely dislike all women.”
“I don’t dislike them. I’m tired of them. There’s a difference.”
“Tired of them? You’re seventeen! Why do I have to keep reminding you of that? There are soooo many women you haven’t even met yet! Don’t act like you’re tired of the puss-puss, no guy is ever tired of the puss-puss.”
He shoots me a withering look, but for a split second I swear I hear him half-laugh, half-scoff quietly under his breath.  
“You’re bizarre. And a moron. But I suppose it could be worse. You could be normal.”
“I could be normal,” I agree. “It could be even worse – I could like you.”
“True. I don’t like you, either. In fact, I despise you.”
“Can we maybe not talk about your gross little feelings for me?”
“Trust me, they are anything but little. And gross is an understatement - they cause instantaneous vomiting.”

Thursday, October 17, 2013

LOVELY VICIOUS - Teaser 2!!!

Hey guys! Lovely Vicious is now less than a month from releasing! I've got another smexy teaser here for you all, and I hope you enjoy!

“What the hell was that for?” I snarl.
“I should be the offended one,” Jack says coolly. “You’re spreading rumors about me. Punching me wasn’t enough, you bloodthirsty cow?”
“I enjoy constructing eventual social downfalls,” I say. “And cow’s really the best you can come up with? That’s cute.”
“I hope you realize how accurate it is.”
“Oh, I do. But you might want to get something a little more original. It doesn’t sting at all. I’ve heard that a thousand times before, trust me.”
“I won’t. Trust you. But I will disappoint you - my social standing is fine. I’ve spent years making it, and a few seconds of slander from a jaded little new girl won’t scratch the surface.”
“I’m jaded?” I scoff. “What does that make you? Diamonded?”
“Let’s not argue semantics –”
“No. Unlike you, I have a life to attend to. I can’t afford to waste my time arguing the fine points of what makes you an idiot.”
He tries to duck around me, but I block him with my body.
“You still haven’t apologized to Kayla.”
He scoffs. “This is far beyond just her, now. Stop using your protective instincts as an excuse to harass me. Do it normally, like all the other starstruck girls in this school.”
“I’m surprised you manage to get your head off your pillow in the mornings with an ego like that. Not everything with a vagina likes you, dipshit.”
“Then why spread a rumor about how I kiss? Whether you acknowledge it or not, it’s a very specific rumor. You must’ve used it as cover at the party. Thought of it on the fly, right? It was the first thing that popped into your mind, right? There’s a very smart man named Freud I think you should read up on.”
“There’s this awesome sandwich you should try called my knuckles, but, whatddya know - you already did.”
“So that’s a no, then, to my request about not spreading anymore rumors?”
His eyes are deathly cold, but for some reason that only makes me smile brighter.
“Oh, I’m going to spread the rumor even more, now. Thanks for letting me know it was bugging you.”
I wink at him and walk off. He doesn’t show much emotion, but I caught the tiniest glimmer of annoyance flit across his face before I turned. I won this round. The bell to end lunch rings and people start streaming out of the cafeteria and I keep plotting. I’ll keep harassing him like this, until he apologizes to Kayla, at least. It’s really his fault. It’s only two words, and then I’d let him off the hook. But no – he has to be so stubborn, so conceited, so –
Someone grabs my wrist, hard. I whirl around to yell at them, or possibly fight them off, when a blur roughly pulls me in, hard hipbones pressing into my stomach and height dwarfing me in shadow. I barely register the flash of blue eyes before they tilt my face up and kiss me, a tongue tasting the corner of my mouth and a lip tracing the curve of my cupid’s bow. The kiss spreads buzzing heat from my tongue, to my throat, to my lungs, to my heart, all the way down to my stomach and even below that. Everything is on fire. I can’t breathe – the kiss has me frozen, locked in place, completely immobile. This is my first. This is my first kiss and I’m going weak in the knees, I’m making some kind of stupid little moan. How moronic am I for reacting in such a cliché way? How stupid am I for letting this person –
And it’s then I realize the blue eyes belong to Jack.
And it’s then I realize Jack Hunter stole my first kiss in front of the entire cafeteria crowd. People are whistling, hooting. The smell of Jack’s cologne wafts up and the taste of his mouth is pepper and mint on my tongue as he leans in to whisper;

“If it’s a war you want, Isis Blake, it’s a war you’ll get.”


Monday, October 14, 2013

LOVELY VICIOUS first teaser!!

Hey everyone! Now that the ARRANGED series has come to a close, I'm working on the first book in my newest romance - LOVELY VICIOUS. It's got a girl with trust issues looking to start over, a heartbreakingly hot guy who doesn't trust anyone, and the sparks that collide when they meet!


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Here's a first teaser!

“Oh shit,” Kayla hisses suddenly. “I didn’t know he’d be here.”
I look to where her eyes are riveted. It’s unmistakable who she’s talking about. Amid the chaos of the wiener throwing and drunk flail-dancing to the Black Eyed Peas is a single island of still calm. He’s gotta be six feet at least. His shoulders are broad, and everything about him is lean – his waist, his long legs, his ridiculously sharp cheekbones. His messy hair isn’t quite blonde, but isn’t quite brown either - more like a tumbleweed color. Next to me, Kayla is ogling him with all she’s got, and she isn’t the only one. Girls froze when he walked in, and guys are throwing him stink eye. Whoever he is, I can already tell he’s one of those people who are popular in all the wrong ways.    
He walks further into the party, keeping to himself. Normally you nod at people as you walk in, or look for someone you know in the sea of the crowd. But not this guy. He just walks. He doesn’t have to push or shove his way through – people part naturally. It’s like he’s got an invisible shield around him. He wears a permanent bored expression, like everything around him is completely uninteresting.
“That’s Jack. Jack Hunter,” Kayla whispers. “He never comes to parties like this. They’re way beneath him.”
“Beneath him? He’s in high school, Kayla, not the royal goddamn court.”
“He’s got a nickname around here; Ice Prince. So he sort of is royalty.”
I laugh. When Kayla’s face remains serious, I stop.
“Wait, you’re not kidding? You guys actually call him that?”
She flushes. “Well, yeah! Just like we call Carlos the Mexican quarterback Hot Tortilla and the creepy guy with too many knives who likes to hang around the library Creeper McJeepers. Jack is Ice Prince because that’s what he is!”
I splutter another laugh, and this one must be too loud, because it makes Jack look up. Now that he’s closer I can see his face well. Kayla’s whispering ‘he’s cute’ to me, but that’s not it at all. He’s not baby-faced cute in the way girls giggle about during sleepovers and between classes. He’s handsome; the kind of lion-eyed, sharp-nosed, broad-lipped handsome you see in Italian suit ads. I can see why they call him Ice Prince. Aside from the thick fog of pretentiousness that follows him, his eyes are the color of a lake frozen through – a blue so light it looks almost translucent. And they’re looking right at me. Kayla makes a noise disturbingly similar to a small monkey and hides behind my shoulder.
“He’s looking at us!” She hisses.
“Why are you hiding?”
Kayla mumbles something into my shirt. I roll my eyes.
“You like him.”
“Not so loud!” She pinches my neck and pulls.
“Ow, ow! You can’t have my vertebrae, I need those!”
“Then don’t say dumb things like that so loud!”
“But you do like him!”
She twists, and I yelp. Our din is doing nothing to avert Jack’s eyes - or anyone else’s. I manage to pry her fingers off the part of my nervous system that makes sure I keep breathing and duck into the bathroom to pee. The toilet’s a mess, and I pat it in sympathy on my way out. Stay strong, buddy. One way or another, this will all be over soon. Either we’ll all drop dead of alcohol poisoning, or your bowl will erode from the acidity of the gallons of vomit you’ve been subjected to. Do they give you retirement benefits? No? They should. We should protest. Picket. Toilet Union United.
When I’m done talking to the toilet in a completely sane manner, I walk out to the exact thing I didn’t want to see; Kayla, downstairs again. But the boys are leaving her alone. All except one. Or rather, it’s one boy she’s not leaving alone.
“I don’t u-usually see you at these kinds of parties,” Kayla stammers to none other than Jack himself. He scoffs.
“No. I don’t particularly enjoy rolling in mud. Tonight’s an exception.” He looks around the room, his lip curling. “But you do, I’m guessing.”
“W-What? No, I mean, I’m just Avery’s friend. She makes me come. I don’t even really like these parties –”
“Your speech is slurred and you’re stumbling. You can barely control your own body. If you have to get this drunk to stand the parties your friends make you go to, you’re an idiot who’s made the wrong friends.”
Kayla’s expression stiffens, like she’s been slapped, and then her eyes start watering. My blood begins to boil – who the hell does he think he is?
“That’s n-not what I meant –” Kayla starts.
“And you look exactly like the type of girl to stay with friends she hates. They probably hate you, too. It must be easy, hiding it behind all that booze and all those name brands.”
Kayla’s tears overflow onto her cheeks. Jack sighs.
“You’re so spineless you collapse into tears the second anyone says the truth?”
My heart’s thumping in my chest. My fists squeeze so tight I can’t feel my fingers. I shove the red-faced boy who tries to hit on me again aside and launch myself through the crowd. Kayla isn’t my friend. No one here is. But she’s been four seconds of nice to me - true nice, not Avery’s sugary poison of inviting-me-to-the-weird-test-party nice. And four seconds is more than I ever thought I’d get. It’s the most I’ve had in a long time. Jack’s lip quirks up in a sneer. Say it. Say one more thing, pretty boy. I dare you to.
“You’re pathetic.”  

That’s the first time I punch Jack Hunter’s face. And as my knuckles connect with his stupid high cheekbones and he staggers back with a furious blizzard brewing in his icy eyes, I somehow get the feeling it won’t be the last

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


After almost six months of struggles, DISARRANGED is finally here! Thank you to everyone who supported and read and loved the series as much as I loved writing it. You guys are amazing.

To all my fans - you are the greatest. You are the reason I began writing in the first place. You have given me strength and support where I failed myself. Thank you so, so much.

To the fantastic community - my love for you is boundless. You have shown me nothing but kindness and acceptance, and you are what makes publishing my work such a joy. Thank you.

"I love you, Rose Jensen. Don't you ever fucking forget that."

After suffering through heartbreak, Rose is determined to move on without Lee. She can’t cling to her first love forever, and she knows that. As long as he’s happy with his decision, she’ll struggle to move on. 

But when Lee's sister Grace invites her to a photoshoot in the French Alps for spring break, Rose quickly realizes it’s a trap – Lee and his new fiance Kiera are there too. Kiera toys mercilessly with Lee and Rose and their feelings for each other. 

Even if Rose can muster the courage to be happy for him and Lee can suppress his pent-up desire for her, neither of them can deny there is something more that ties them together than love and lust. 


**This story contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers. 

**This is the second and final book in the ARRANGED series.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

Long time no see! + DISARRANGED NEWS!!

Hey everyone,

First of all, I wanted to apologize for the long hiatus. I've been struggling with a bit of depression and have only recently clawed my way out of it. Honestly it was a long and terrible process, and combined with a bunch of other life problems, including close family passing, I just had to put writing on the backburner.

I'm so, so sorry, and apologizing will never really make up for it, which is why I'm working extra hard on finishing DISARRANGED and releasing to you amazing readers.

I've picked up DISARRANGED once again, and I'm very close to finishing! I'll be posting teasers leading up to the release date, which is scheduled for (drumroll please);

OCTOBER 1st!!!

Thank you again for your patience, dear readers, and I hope you're looking forward to the release of DISARRANGED as much as I am!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


Hey guys! I hope your April is going awesome. I'm working hard on ARRANGED's sequel. ;)

I'm so thrilled to announce ARRANGED will be having a kick-ass blog tour thanks to the lovely Shh Mom's Reading!!

Isn't it beautiful? :D I'm so thrilled and honored and excited to bring more ARRANGED (and maybe a few teaser snippets of DISARRANGED) to you guys! Here's the schedule for the tour!! Thank you to all the lovely blogs who are participating! You guys are the BEST!! <3

Arranged by Sara Wolf Blog Tour Schedule
May 5th – May 12th

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Saturday, March 16, 2013


Hey guys! Hope you're all having a great weekend!

Guess what just went live on Amazon? ARRANGED! Check it out!

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Thank you all for your love and support, and I hope you enjoy ARRANGED as much as I enjoyed writing it.



Wednesday, March 13, 2013

ARRANGED Signed Ebook giveaway - WINNERS!

WOW. Thank you guys so much for participating in my giveaway - we got a whopping 412 total entries! You guys are the greatest and most supportive lovelies. <3 So a big thank you to everyone who entered and double thank you if you spread the word!!

I've chosen the winners with, and here they are!

1. Jen B.
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3. Anallely M.
4. Robin Mit.
5. April T.
6. Santy A.
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8. Katherine B.
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11. Jennifer B.
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14. Dawn M.
15. Jane C.


Please send me an email at within 24 hours, and I will respond with your prize!


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

ARRANGED Signed Ebook Giveaway (Starts March 7th)!!!!!

Hey everyone! Can you believe it's only eleven days until ARRANGED is released? It feels like just a second ago I started writing it, and now I'm nearly ready to put it out into the world! I'm tearing up like a baby, here. :')

To celebrate, I'm giving away 15 signed ebook copies of ARRANGED!

The giveaway starts on March 7th (Thursday!) and ends on March 13th so get the word out while you can!! :D When it starts, check back here and follow the instructions to get entries! You can A. Like my Fan page on facebook for one entry, Badd ARRANGED on your Goodreads To-Read list for three entries, or Cfollow me on Twitter for five entries! Or, you can do them all for a whopping NINE entries. That means NINE chances to win the book!!

Winners get a SIGNED ebook copy of ARRANGED three days before it's official release!

Tell all your friends, and remember, the giveaway starts on March 7th, 12:00 AM EST!

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Monday, February 25, 2013

ARRANGED Release date! (Squee!)

Hey guys! I'm so, so excited to announce that today I set the release date for ARRANGED.


MARCH 16th!

I'm so, SO EXCITED. Thanks to everyone who's followed me and added ARRANGED on goodreads - I can't wait to bring it to you!

Stay tuned for awesome giveaways! <3

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Teaser Scene from ARRANGED - Thanks for 100 likes!

YAY! Thank you guys so much for getting my Facebook page to 100 likes! Here's a nice and hot teaser from ARRANGED as your reward and to tide you over! :)

Add ARRANGED on Goodreads. **RELEASE DATE: MARCH, 2013**

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Brendan’s kiss was so nice it leaves me in a daze – until I spot Lee, leaning against a cardboard cutout for a kid’s squirrel movie and texting on his phone. He looks up as I approach, and for a second I see something flash behind his honey-colored eyes. It makes him look young, unsure. He’s nervous.
“So,” He tries to sound casual, but the word is a little too anxious and high. “Was he any good? Did he slobber? God, I hope he slobbered a lot.”
“He was fine,” I fill up the soda cup. Lee snorts, a half-chuckle, half-dismissive cough. I arch a brow at him. “What?”
“You said ‘fine’. That tells me all I need to know.”
“I liked it.” I frown and stare at the floor to avoid looking at his self-satisfied smirk. “He was gentle, and –”
A shadow falls over me and warm, rough hands grab my chin and turn it, Lee’s mouth snagging my lips between his teeth. He bites, soft at first and then hard enough I feel skin break and I let out a whimper, the beginnings of a plea for him to stop, but he pulls away before blood. He kisses the bruise tenderly, like an apology, like it’ll make it better, and kisses the corner of my lips before pulling me flush against him, one hand laced in my hair and the other around my waist and his head in my neck.
And that’s when I realize he’s shaking. His whole body is wracked with the slightest shivers, invisible when he’s standing far away but with him against me I can feel every one of them.
“I can’t,” His voice is so low I strain to hear it. “I don’t want to lose you again. These weeks of trying to forget you was torture. It didn’t matter what I did or how many times, I always left unsatisfied. They couldn’t feed me, not the way you do with your smile. Your smell. You don’t even have to touch me and I feel like everything is alright with the world. Just being around you is enough.”
He tightens his hug, my short, uneven breath becoming more ragged as he squeezes me.
“You can choose him. I’ll be okay. Just let me see you sometimes, alright? I don’t think…I don’t think I can leave you alone for good. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it.”
“Lee –” I gasp.
“I’m sorry!” He lets go and backs up and I gulp air. “Jesus, I didn’t - I’m sorry. Are you okay? God, I’m fucking this up. I’m fucking it up, aren’t I? I’m like a clingy little girl. Shit!”
“N-No,” My breathing returns to a slightly more normal pace. “It’s fine. Really.”

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

30 FB page likes reward: Steamy scene from ARRANGED!!!

Wow! Thank you guys so much for liking Sara Wolf's facebook page! We hit our goal of 30 likes, and even surpassed that by one, so here's your reward as promised - a super steamy scene from ARRANGED.

Add ARRANGED to Goodreads! *COMING MARCH, 2013*

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“Why should I? Why did I ever think that kiss was something genuine? God, I’m an idiot.” I laugh.
“It was genuine –” He scowls.
“How genuine is it when you turn around and sleep with my roommate?”
“For the last time, I didn’t know she was your roommate!”
“So if she wasn’t, it’d be okay to sleep with her anyway. Just as long as I didn’t know. You really are a sleazy man-slut.”
“I didn’t sleep with her! She just –” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “She said she wasn’t feeling it and took off. And I fell asleep in her bed half-dressed. I promise you.”
“But you threw yourself at her anyway.”
“I said I’d leave you alone and I am. I’m trying to forget you, Rose.”
“Right.” My laugh is louder this time. “Well, good luck with that.”
I turn to storm out the door when he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. On top of him. We tumble onto my bed, his chest pinned beneath mine and his eyes burning into me.
“Since the first time we ran into each other, every girl’s bed I’ve slept in, I’ve wished with all my heart it was yours instead,” He murmurs.
“Liar.” I snarl. “Let me go!”
I stop struggling when his hand ghosts up my back, plays with the hem of my shirt, and dips below it, fingers tracing my spine so tenderly I nearly let out a gasp.
“Every girl,” Lee leans up, planting kisses on my jugular. “Every touch, every moan, every sensation, I imagined was coming from you. Because of you. Do you know what that does to a person’s mind? I’m insane now. Insane because of you.”
His fingers reach my bra clasp and he undoes them easily and caresses the expanse of skin now freed. His hand inches around my ribcage and up just a little, where the swell of my breasts begin. I instinctively drop my head into the crook of his neck, too weak to hold it up. My face is on fire. This is wrong. So wrong. Lee’s mouth is right next to my ear as he speaks, low and soft.
“Take some responsibility for what you’ve done to me.”
Something hard and insistent presses against my thigh, and my entire body feels like it’s going to burst into flames. That hard pressure brings reality into the heady mix of my emotions – this is real. This is very real. And if I don’t stop it, it’s going to spiral out of control and he’ll get exactly what he wants – me, wrapped around his finger enough to marry him, and then the money is his. He’ll keep me in a web of lies and this heated passion for three months if I let him. This isn’t love. This is him playing me like a piano. 

Too Hot To Handle: Who is ARRANGED's bad boy?

Guys, it's Wednesday! Only three more days till Friday. Hang in there, okay? I know I am, barely!

Today I wanted to share a little about my inspiration for Lee Montenegro, the smoldering playboy that tries his damndest to capture Rose's heart in ARRANGED.

I modeled him after Jon Kortajarena, a Spanish model and all around BEAUTIFULLY hot guy. Have some drool-worthy pictures of him, why don't you? ;)

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And while you're oogling him, don't forget to read an excerpt from ARRANGED, here!

Adorably hot, isn't he? What do you think of him? ;) Let me know in the comments!!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Sample Sunday: ARRANGED

Hey guys! It's Sara, with a steamy sample for you guys from my upcoming New Adult Contemporary Romance, ARRANGED. Enjoy!

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I get changed – Grace’s pajamas almost too small. I shuffle to the bathroom, trying to stay quiet so I don’t bug anyone. I reach for the door handle just as someone opens it. Steam pours out and Lee stands in the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and bronze chest bare. His wet hair hangs in his surprised eyes.  
“Geez, what is this – the second time you’ve seen me naked? Do you have special sensing whiskers for this shit or something?” He asks.
I glue my eyes to the ceiling. “Sorry. Um. I just wanted to brush my teeth.”
“Apology not accepted.” He leans in, so close I can see the water droplets stuck on his chest. I’m suddenly hyper aware of the way Grace’s pajamas don’t cover all of my stomach and legs. I hadn’t noticed it the first time we ran into each other – literally – but his physique isn’t bulky at all. He has broad shoulders but a narrow waist tapering into his towel. His arm and stomach muscles have the barest definition. His skin is dusky and the skin hairs light, surprisingly light for how dark his head hair is. He has a small mole on his neck and for some reason that snaps me back to reality – he’s a real, breathing person and I’m standing here gawking and making a fool of myself.
“I just, if you’re done, I need to –” I try to squeeze around him, but he blocks the door with his body.
“Need to what?”
“Please move!”
He smiles and leans closer. “That’s more like it. Using your words and asking for what you want clearly is always a good thing.”
His heat engulfs me, and I feel hesitant featherlight touches on the back of my neck as his hand ghosts up it. I jerk away.
“Don’t play me like this.”
“Play you like what?”
“Trying to get me in your bed won’t make me like you.”
“I could probably change your mind about that once we’re in it.” He grins.
“I won’t marry you, ever,” I hiss. “And I won’t let you toy with me just so you can get that money.”
I dart into the steamy bathroom. When I hear him walk down the hall and go into his room I breathe a sigh of relief. That was too close. My hands and heart are trembling, and I feel like I’m running a fever. I brush my teeth and stare at my reflection. I’m nothing special. Nothing compared to the sorority girls he probably sleeps with. There’s no way he’s attracted to me. He doesn’t even know me that well. So he has to be playing me, toying with me for the money.
I feel sick.