I seem to be dipping my toes into MM romances over the past few months, haven't I? And, because of this, I am thrilled to share you a sneak peek into the upcoming MM romance standalone novel from bestselling author, Lucy Lennox, Hostile Takeover.
Hang on... maybe it'll be best if I just show you the blurb as, while I am planning to read this (for a possible/maybe blog tour), I am planning to stay firmly in the dark on this. I wanna go in as blind as possible.
It was supposed to be a prank. A silly frat boy dare.
One hot moment in a hidden storage closet. One kiss. No consequences.
But if you get that close to a man with fire in his eyes, you’re gonna get burned, and I was no exception. One taste of Grey Blackwood ruined me for life.
The way Grey sees it, I was the one who did the ruining. I humiliated him. Wrecked his life. Destroyed his future.
Doesn’t matter that he’s clawed his way back and then some. Doesn’t matter that he’s already top of the Wall Street food chain. The man’s ruthless. Heartless. And he likes his revenge served cold.
Now he’s taking down the companies owned by every frat boy who did him wrong. And when he comes for my family’s company, the quiet life I’ve built for myself far away from Manhattan comes crumbling down, too.
But when Grey’s standing in our boardroom, threatening a hostile takeover and demanding I negotiate on behalf of my family, I don’t see an enemy. I see the chance I’ve been waiting for.
The chance for another night in his arms, and hopefully a whole lot more.
Let the negotiations begin.
This feels
very enemies to lovers so I, of course, am here for that! Now, before I share the tease, I want to quickly thank you to Sarah from Social Butterfly PR for emailing me out of the blue one day and going "You seem like fun, wanna be involved in this?". And if you want more info on
Hostile Takeover, you can find out more by visit Lucy Lennox's website at
lucylennox.com or you can tweet her at
@lucylennoxmm!
Now, ONTO THE TEASE!
Suddenly the room went oddly quiet. I glanced up and noticed a server had, in fact, entered the room. But it wasn’t the redhead.
It was Grey Blackwood.
The kid from the projects who’d caddied at the country club for years.
The business student prodigy who’d landed himself a full ride to Yale.
The guy in my calculus class last semester who’d leaned over and asked to borrow my graphing calculator, and whose unique scent—coffee and limes or some shit—had made my dick move when it had never, ever moved for a guy before.
The gorgeous man I’d low-key been obsessing over every day since then, which accounted for all the times I’d hung out at the country club this summer, hoping to catch a glimpse from afar, and for all the soul-searching I’d been doing about my sexuality.
My heart beat so fast I thought I might faint right there.
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