Hero: Gray Grayson. College football star.  A playa both on and off the field.

Heroine: Ivy Mackenzie. College graduate. Doesn’t date players of any kind.

Ivy has been having some very naughty thoughts about Gray and and thinks she may now be oversexed so she asks her sister, Fi, about it. :P

“Can a person…I don’t know…be oversexed when they aren’t having any sex?”

The instant the words are out of my mouth my face flames and I want to call them back. As it is, they hang over our heads, dancing around like mocking pixies as Fi’s mouth drops open.

Her stare drills into me, and I resist the urge to squirm. Before I break, she shrugs, all casual as if I haven’t blurted out something ridiculous.

“Explain.”

I don’t want to. My big mouth has gotten me in enough trouble. But mojitos have made me warm and loosened my tongue.“God, Fi, where to begin? I think about sex. All the time now.” About cocks. Pushing into me. Filling me up. Sliding them into my mouth. Hell. “My breasts feel heavy, my nipples…let’s not talk about those.” It brings back the restlessness, makes them tingle, and I cuddle the throw pillow closer. It doesn’t shut me up, though.

“I ache. So much that my lower belly hurts. Hell, my freaking thighs feel hot.” Annoyed now, I slap a hand against the matteress. “I find myself dreaming of running my thumbs along those grooves on a guy’s abdomen. The ones formed by those muscles right over their hips. You know the ones? That form a V.” My mouth actually waters thinking about them now.

“Oh,” says Fi in an expansive voice, “I know them well.” She grins, all cheeky, her brows waggling. “They bracket Victory Lane on the road to Cocksville.”

“Yesterday,” I tell her on a sigh, “I ended up staring at a nipple for ten minutes.”

Fi’s chokes out laugh breaks out. “A nipple?”

“Yeah,” I say, despondent. “There was this picture of a shirtless guy in Elle—”

“Oh, a guy’s nipple.”

“Of course a guy’s nipple.” I bite my lower lip. “Although I’d probably get turned on by the sight of a woman’s nipple too. I mean, boobs are sexual and all that.”

Fi mutters something under her breath before glancing at me. “Never figured you’d be the type to get enthralled by a dude’s nipple.”

“Apparently so.” Frowning, I pick at the hem of my shirt. “You know, they’re just so tiny and hard, like those rivets on jeans?” I ignore her snort. “And I wonder how one would feel against my tongue. Would the guy like it if I licked him there? Would he make a little groan—”

“All right there, Little Miss Spanish Fly, I get the picture.”

I loved this book! It was so much fun. Gray and Ivy are fabulous together and have some of the best dialogue scenes I’ve had the pleasure to read.  I laughed, cried, and cheered this couple to their happily ever after and I guarantee you will too. The Friend Zone by Kristen Callahan releases Tuesday and my review will post  the same day. 

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