Release Blitz: Bad Idea by Nicole French

Posted November 8, 2017 by sultrysirens in Excerpt, Release Blitz / 0 Comments

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Title: Bad Idea
Series: Bad Idea Series #1
Author: Nicole French
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 8, 2017


From the second she saw him, Layla Barros knew Nico Soltero
was all wrong. Wrong age. Wrong education. Wrong job. Wrong everything. She had
a hard enough time convincing her parents that New York really is the right
place for their nineteen-year-old daughter without telling them she’s got a
thing for the FedEx guy at her new part-time job. Too bad the second she saw
him, Layla Barros no longer cared about right and wrong.

Raised with three siblings in Hell’s Kitchen by a single-mom, half
Puerto-Rican, half Italian Nico Soltero is a quintessential New York mutt who’s
always had to shoulder the burdens of his family. Burdens which have cost him
almost all of his dreams, like going to college or becoming an FDNY firefighter.
Now, at twenty-six, he’s finally getting the chance to leave the place that’s
always felt more like a dead weight than the center of the universe. Too bad
the city of his birth has one last hard knock to deal: the girl of his dreams,
sitting right in the middle of his delivery route, three months before his
plane is supposed to take off.

As Layla and Nico find out, love isn’t always convenient, and it never happens
how they planned. The choices that Nico and Layla make now will affect their
lives forever. Will they make them together or apart? 

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Would it be weird if I just kissed her? Yeah, it would be
weird. But all of sudden, that’s all I can think about doing after this shitty,
shitty day.
She gives me a little scowl as she wipes water off her chin,
but I can tell she’s glad I’m here. She knows it, and I know it. The excitement
is written all over both our faces.
“Look what you made me do,” she says in a tone that’s more
teasing than mad. “A menace, that’s what you are.”
“Aw, I’m sorry, sweetie. You need some help?”
I don’t even wait for her to say yes. I just want to be near
her, that’s all. Nothing inappropriate. Nothing “improper.” Today, I
just need to be next to this girl who fucking lights up whenever she see me.
So I drop the dolly and walk around the desk so I’m
squatting next to her. I grab another napkin off the desktop, and she stares,
mouth slightly open, as I dab at the water drops on her collarbone. There’s
barely anything, really. 
And what a total sham. Nothing improper? This is the
definition of improper. But I can’t stop dabbing, can’t stop pressing the
napkin over her dewy skin, wishing to God that it was my fingers or my mouth
The donut-shaped desk encircles us, forces us close
together, and now that I’m near enough to smell her, I realize this was a
really bad idea. She smells like coconuts and flowers, some exotic mix that
goes straight to my head and other parts lower down.
I’m not much for fancy shit. I shower at night after I’ve
been out all day, and I slap on whatever deodorant I bought on sale last time I
was at the drugstore. All of a sudden, I glance down, conscious of the way
Layla’s nipples have hardened through her thin black sweater, conscious of the
way my pants are suddenly very tight. She inhales sharply, and
I’m extremely aware of the fact that I have been heaving boxes around this city
all damn day.
Fuck, I think. She must think I
Quickly, I stand up and shuffle to the other side of the
desk to start unloading and scanning packages. This day. This god damn day.
If I just ruined my chances with this girl, I’m going to break my own arm off.
And that’s when I realize I actually want a chance with NYU.
Layla. I want to go on a date with her. I want to take her out to dinner and
hold her hand while we walk around the city. I want to know what kinds of
sounds she makes when I kiss her, or maybe even when I do other things to her
Fuck. The timing seriously could not be worse. NoI
can’t do this right now
“So, Nico,” she says, pulling me out of my hurricane of
doubt. “Got big plans this weekend?”
She’s hopeful, all big blue eyes as she leans over on the
desk. I exhale. No, I really can’t do this with her. So even though I’m dying
to make her laugh again, I just shrug and set one of the packages down with a
“Not really,” I say. “Working at AJ’s, you know.
Take it easy on Sunday, maybe go see some art or something.”
“You like art? Really?”
I look up, no longer needing to pretend I’m annoyed with
her. These rich girls––all the goddamn same. They only see the uniform, the
scuffed shoes, the brown skin. They see me and think the only thing I’m good
for is watching sports and drinking beer. Don’t get me wrong, I like sports and
I like beer. But can’t I have other interests too? 
 “I could like art,” I say casually as I scan another
package. “Why does that surprise you? You think the FedEx means Philistine?”
Her rosebud mouth drops open, and I can’t quite hide my
smirk. That’s right, baby. I can use big words too
Author Bio
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature,
Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and complete and total bookworm. When
not writing or teaching about writing, she is hanging out with her family,
playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on
dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog,
Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things
as much as she should.
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Posted November 8, 2017 by sultrysirens in Excerpt, Release Blitz / 0 Comments


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