Release Blitz for Almost Perfect by Claudia Burgoa
readers a delightful new romantic comedy that’s equal parts hilarious and sexy
about friendship and learning how to fall in love!
he’s perfect.He’s not. I know his kind.
Rich, famous, and emotionally unavailable.
Well…He’s perfect enough to hook up with on the weekend of his sister’s
His sister is my best friend. This is a disaster
in the making.
Did I mention he’s also hot, sexy and funny?
How can I resist?
After a steamy weekend, I agree. We have chemistry.
But it just won’t work out in the long run.
He’s just a fond memory. That is…until he moves next door.
When I’m in need, the almost perfect man offers to help.
On a “friends-only” basis.
“Just friends,” he said. Yeah, right.
Suddenly, Alex is getting too close for comfort.
Things are becoming heated … becoming too real for me.
Is this the real deal or am I another medal to him?
“Dad and I used to read the books when I was young. It’s our thing, you know?
We share our love for mythical creatures and magical worlds.”
widely. “When I was at my mother’s, I used to read the books by myself and
wished I was at Dad’s instead.”
get to wear a unicorn necklace and look like a fairy?”
see darkness pushing her bright face. She grabs the handle and starts closing
the door. “Thank you again for everything.”
supposed to stay with you and binge watch a series or just watch a rom-com,” I
say, showing her my arm where I scribbled my notes.
expression smooths, and her lips slip into a charming grin. Her mouth is framed
by a pair of inviting dimples that enchant me.
about this first day,” I ask. “We could share some of the chocolate chip
cookies I got you.”
aside, inviting me in. “First experiences suck most of the time.”
kisses never suck,” I tell her.
they do,” she protests with conviction.
strand of her hair, leaning forward. “There’s always that little moment of
hesitation. When everything is almost happening. Like, right when you’re about
to touch her lips,” I say, my lips are so close to hers. “You wait though.”
you wait for?” she asks with sweetness and innocence.
step back or lean into the kiss.”
she doesn’t move?”
favorite,” I answer before I brush her soft lips with mine.
as I dip my mouth to hers. This is pretty much like going down the slope at
high speed. I can’t stop, I can’t hesitate. One wrong move and it’s a bust. I
have to control every movement, lead her. Lean where I want us to go. I slide
my tongue across her lips, and she opens them while she wraps her arms around
rush it though. If this is the only kiss I get from Hannah, I want it to be
perfect. My heart hammers as our kiss leads to more than just demonstrating to
her that a first can be extraordinary.
whimper she makes as I slide my hand around her waist and pull her into me gets
me worked up. I hold nothing back, and she doesn’t either. I move my lips to
her jawline, nibbling her soft skin all the way to her earlobe.
sweet. Like lavender, vanilla, and honey. I could eat her. Nibble every inch of
her skin, drink her all.
pushes her hips up against me, trying to get closer, my eyes open. Our gazes
connect. I want to consume her. All of her. The pain from climbing the tree is
gone, replaced by desire—a hunger I’ve never come across before.
hand through the back of her neck, my fingers curl around her skull, gripping
her head tightly.
she asks between shallow breaths.
“You’re in charge, do you want me to continue?”
on her tiptoes, leaning closer. This time, I devour her. Our tongues tangle and
fuck if the fire isn’t consuming us.
adrenaline rush through my veins. I run a hand up and down her round, tight
ass. My length is turning into a piece of steel. Throbbing, needy steel that
wants to slide inside her. A sexy moan escapes her lips as I move between her
thighs and push her against the door.
wrap around my hips, and anything besides fucking her is off the table. There’s
no restraint. For her, or for myself.
kiss, gasping for some air. “Are you sure about this?”
this theory,” she says. “Being with a guy for the first time being awkward and
meh. Do you want to prove me wrong?”
author. She lives in Colorado, working for a small IT. She has three children
and manages a chaotic household of two confused dogs, and a wonderful husband
who shares her love of all things geek. To survive she works continually to
find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high
quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.