Release Day Launch: Missionary Position by Daisy Prescott (Excerpt & Giveaway!)


I love Missionary Position!...*snickers*...Okay, seriously, Daisy Prescott's novels just keep getting better and better! Most recently, I fell in love with John Day and Whidbey Island in Ready to Fall, but I had a next-level afterglow once I finished Missionary Position!...*snickers again*...I absolutely adored Selah, Daisy's beautiful portrayal of Ghana, and this heart-melting story of living and loving! Check out the rest of this post for BUY links, an EXCERPT, and a GIVEAWAY! Review coming soon :)

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Sex? Absolutely.
Love? Not my thing.
I didn't do love or butterflies, but I loved him.
I was screwed, and not in a good way.

Selah Elmore is a smart, independent woman who knows exactly who she is and what she wants. She loves her life being a professor and popular pirate erotica author. However, when she leaves the Pacific Northwest to spend six months studying sculpture in West Africa, she learns she doesn't know a thing about love.

Cocky, suit-wearing Gerhard charms her during a stopover in Amsterdam, but dashing, adventurous Kai sweeps her off her feet in Ghana.

Sparks fly on three continents when perpetually single Selah discovers there's more to love and life than she ever imagined.

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PURCHASE
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EXCERPT
“If I come inside tonight, I’m not returning to the hotel. I want you to know if we go inside, I’m staying.”
I smiled at him in the darkness with only the street lights for illumination. “I’m sure.”
The unsnapping of his seat belt echoed around us.
“Eager much?” I teased.
He growled and opened his door. “Coming?” he glanced at me.
“God I hope so. And soon,” I mumbled softly under my breath.
“Come again?” He grinned.
My mind told me we needed to talk.
My heart told my mind to shut it.
My body ignored both of them and hummed with anticipation.
When we made it inside the house, he pinned me against the wall and crushed my mouth with his. In
romance writing there was a trope about tongues battling for dominance. I never understood the appeal or the action until that kiss.
Massacred any resistance I still held.
I rubbed against him like a cat. Yearning for Shiva’s multiple arms, my hands touched everywhere they could reach. They tangled into his hair, ran over his shoulders, inside his coat, under his sweater, and over his lower back before coming to rest on his ass.
When we broke apart, panting for oxygen, he asked, “Am I forgiven?”
“Less talking tonight. Talk tomorrow,” I said between pecks across his scruffy jaw. I nipped the smooth spot under his ear and inhaled a big dose of his pheromones. Not that I needed them. "Upstairs.”
He guided me toward the stairs. With a single smooth swoop, he lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs. Normally, I would have complained about weighing too much, or not wanting him to hurt his back, but the way he held me made me feel light, even dainty. And I wasn’t fool enough to argue.
When he set me on the bed, I fell into the soft down of the duvet. Staring up at him, I remembered our first night together at his hotel. We might have had sex seven hundred ways to Sunday between now and then, but now, this, felt like the first time all over again.
“You said no talking, but I’m not very good at following rules, so I’m ignoring your request for a second.” His dimple appeared. “I love you, Selah. Not a temporary kind of love either. I didn’t stop after our disastrous phone call, and I don’t have plans to stop. Ever.”
“I love you. Truly, madly, deeply,” I whispered, lost in the depths of his eyes.
He shook his head and chuckled. “You just quoted One Direction.”
“Pretty sure it was a movie title first.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “You know One Direction song titles?”
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GIVEAWAY

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Before writing funny contemporary romances about adults, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the titles I've acquired along the way.

Born and raised in San Diego, my husband and I currently live in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with our dog, Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat.
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