We are very excited to bring you the cover for Jodie Larson's I DON'T REGRET YOU. This new standalone contemporary romance releases August 14, 2017.
About the book:
Regrets.
We all have them.
Like the Aqua Net hairstyles back in the 80’s, the 90’s grunge fad, or the person you lost your virginity to as a teen because you were “totally in love”.
I have a few of my own. Specifically marrying my rebound guy but staying married because I was too weak to fight for my own happiness.
He took me down and kept me there for far too long.
I’m done. Done living with regrets and done not pursuing what makes me happy.
Then you came along and showed me that I was worth more than who I had become.
You are not my regret.
Excerpt
“Nice and warm.” He kisses the spot behind my ear, sending a new shiver to run up my spine.
I jab my elbow into his side. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. I thought you were trying to kill me.”
He comes around and kisses my nose. “Death by sex?”
I roll my eyes. “Fiend.”
“You made me this way. I’ve had the taste and I need more.”
Pulling on his beanie, I laugh. “You sound like a zombie who needs brains.”
“Why must it be brains? I’m thinking a pussy zombie is more appropriate.”
My laugh echoes around us. “Oh my God, there are kids present. Keep your voice down.”
Henry pulls me flush against his chest, placing his mouth on mine. My cool lips press against his warm ones, melting the icy cold from my bones. Snow starts falling around us, catching in the hair peeking out from under my hat. Henry breaks away, running his fingers through it.
“You’re an angel.”
I shake my head. “More like the devil.”
“Technically, the devil was an angel.”
“And look what happened to him.”
His breath curls around his face as he gives me a toothy grin. “At least he’s not cold.”
I smack his shoulder. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
“Fine.” He looks over his shoulder to the kids. “You think they’re ready to go?”
“Doubtful. I thought they’d be exhausted by now. No such luck.”
“I know how to get them to leave.” With a wink, he walks over to the bottom of the hill, waiting for the kids to slide down.
“Hot chocolate,” he yells at the top of his lungs. I’ve never seen them move so fast in the snow. Four sets of voices chant “Me! Me!” as they race back to my car.
Henry walks back with a smug grin.
“Cheater.”
He stops in front of me, pausing, assessing. Then, without warning, he picks me up and tosses me into a nearby snowbank. All four kids start laughing out loud, telling Henry good job. I wipe the snow from my face, trying my best to suppress a grin.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
Offering his hand, I take it but yank hard enough so he joins me. Peals of laughter can be heard from the kids, along with Henry as he shakes the snow off his hat.
“Is that my punishment?”
“Oh no. You’re not getting off that easy.”
A sly smile creeps onto his lips. “Can I pick when and where?”
I jab my mitten into his chest. “No sexual punishment.”
“You’re no fun.” His laughter dies down as he seals his lips over mine once more. We don’t go far, knowing we have an audience. Promises were made and if we don’t deliver the goods, there will be hell to pay.
“My house or yours?”
I bite my lower lip. Tough decision. But I know what I want.
“Yours.”
“Good answer.” Henry helps me up and brushes the snow off me, spending too much time around my ass and breasts. I bat his hands away with a tsk.
We gather up the kids and head out of town to his place. Jacob and Cassie don’t object. They’re just as excited about going there as I am, though for a completely different reason.
About Jodie Larson:
Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.
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