Excerpt Reveal: Drifter by Kristy Marie

January 2, 2019

Who's ready for a sneak peek inside DRIFTER by Kristy Marie?! Add it to your TBR today!

Contemporary Romance
Stand Alone
Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser
Cover Model: Patryk Stawinoga

Pretty things don’t distract me. In my line of work, a distraction will get you caught. Or in my case, blackmailed. But this isn’t the only time I’ve been hustled, and soon Connor Hayes will learn that men are only pawns in my end game. I don’t love. I hate. Even a pretty boy like him.

Two wrongs don’t make a right. Except when they are five-foot-seven and hotter than my exhaust pipe. So, I blackmailed her. It was either that or turn her in. And if anyone was going to put her in handcuffs, it was going to be me. Bianca Morgan stole the only woman I’ve ever loved. It’s only fair she replace her.

“Excuse me.”

A hip bone brushes mine, and I’m shoved to the side.

“Excuse me. Would you mind moving over?” repeats a voice that should be on the other end of a 900 number.

The sexy smile and quip die on my lips when I meet the eyes of the woman next to me. Dark hair cascades down her back like rolling hills. Against pale skin, eyes the color of sapphires stare back at me in question.

“Are you going to move over, or just stare at me like an asshole?”

An asshole?

“Is that what an asshole does?” I muse. “I was thinking there was more to the definition other than staring and being shoved over.” I catch her eye and grin. “In fact, I think I am the victim here.”

One of her dark brows arch. “Are you insinuating that I’m the asshole?”

I shrug, as if saying, “Maybe.”

Her chest bounces, and her bra is thin—thank heaven for small miracles—creating a complete and utter distraction from what she says next.

“Are you looking at my boobs?” she says with a lightness to her tone which tells me she isn’t about to pull out the mace and empty the can in my direction.

“What? No!” I lie, pulling my gaze up to her face where I’m met with an exasperated look.

“You have something on your shirt,” I argue. I reach across and swat something off her neckline, because seriously, I cannot get maced again. But instead of laughing, she jumps from my touch.

Okay. Not expecting that but people do have boundaries. Even me. Mine are just looser than most. I ignore the sudden change in her demeanor and keep with my rambling. “I wouldn’t be a friend if I let you walk around with cat fur on your shirt. The cluster of mean girls in the back would eat you alive.” I hold my hands up in a surrendering gesture. “I’m just trying to help you out.”

A slow smile replaces her harsh look.

“You’re just being a good friend and saving me from the mean posse of women that await me?” She doesn’t believe my story at all.

I widen my eyes, feigning shock. “What? You think I’m like one of these guys in here? Only here to score some pussy?”

She nods, fighting to keep her grin from splitting wide open.

“That’s exactly what I think, playboy.”

I really ham it up this time, rubbing my chest like my heart aches from her words. “And here I thought society had done away with stereotypes.”

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About the Author:

A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.

After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.

The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She's such a fan, that she even married her small town's high school's centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids. 

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