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The First 100 Kisses (LIVE)

Title: The First Hundred Kisses

Author: Danielle Bannister

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance Novella

Release Date: March 29, 2019

Length: 265 pages

Price: $2.99

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Blurb:

“I have a huge favor to ask.”

Chloe Clark, a thirtysomething waitress, and Liam McGeary, her socially awkward bestie of seven years, were close. Movie nights with popcorn, coffee shop catch-ups, and take out Tuesdays. Their friendship was unique. Zero sparks. Perfectly platonic. 

Until Liam asked Chloe for help with a problem. A problem he only trusted his bestie to teach him: help with kissing. He had a date with a former high school sweetheart and he was embarrassingly…inexperienced. 

Although Chloe was shocked by the request, Liam wasn’t hard on the eyes and she did love to kiss. Helping him was a no-brainer. He just needed the first 100 kisses under his belt, then he’d be all set for his date. 

What Chloe hadn’t counted on, was liking it. A favor that started out as a play-book of moves quickly turned into something dangerously steamy. 

Something neither one of them were prepared for.

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What ARC readers are saying:

“You dirty bird! I LOVED IT!”

“YOWZA. O_O.”

“I’m hanging on every word of this.

”Omg. I Floved this one! I couldn’t put it down “

“Every kiss was HOT. Liam never knew what hit him.”

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Excerpt

“What’s crawling up your ass?” I asked, putting my feet on the coffee table instead. It wasn’t nearly as nice as his warm lap.

He stopped pacing, “How long have we been friends, Chloe?” he asked.

I cocked my head and thought. “Well, you moved into the building about seven years ago. I helped you move your boxes. You lectured me on the right way to lift a box, I thought you were flirting. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hit on you. We didn’t speak for months after because I was mortified of how epically bad I’d read you. Then, you got locked out of your apartment one day. The super was out of town. I crawled out on the fire escape because you are a chicken who can’t deal with heights, and I shimmed my ass into your apartment and saved the day, and we sort have been friends ever since.”

He nodded along, validating my word-vomited list of events leading to our friendship. “And in that time, how many women have you seen me bring home?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. A few.”

He narrowed his eyes at me because he knew I was lying. I totally checked his dates out through my peep hole. He knew ‘cause I told him. I’m a moron.

“Okay, fine, I know you brought home a few, like, five or six maybe? I can tell you this: they were all blonde and big boobed. You, sir, are a cliché,” I said, looking down at my very opposite body type. Rail thin, smallish boobs, no real hips. Tack on basic brown hair and eyes and you had an amalgamation of all the qualities guys didn’t want.

“They haven’t all been blonde,” he said, affronted. “One had dark hair.”

I stood up and dusted the bits of popcorn off my oversized Sassenach sweatshirt. “Please, she was dirty blonde and easily had double D’s.”

He didn’t argue with me because he knew I was right.

I’ll admit, I was jealous the first time he brought one of the bimbos back to his place. Mostly because I realized that he had a ‘type’ and I would never be it. A bootylicious Barbie I wasn’t. I finally got over crushing on Liam by pretending he was gay and that he had the male anatomy of a Ken doll. Seeing Liam as untouchable in that intimate viewpoint helped me. Seeing Liam as asexual helped our friendship flourish.

He let out a breath and began pacing again. I headed over to turn off the TV by hand, because who knew where the remote was anymore.

“Liam, help a girl out. What is bugging you? Let’s figure it out so we can have ice cream and talk about the show.”

He turned and ran his hands through his own dirty blonde hair. I frowned. He had that perfect beach hair that no one from New England should be blessed with. And his eyes. Good gravy. Gorgeous eyes. That’s what I’d first noticed about him, and quite honestly, why I offered to help a perfect stranger move boxes. They were the lightest shade of blue I’d ever seen on anyone before or since.

His eyes made him stand out, which I think he knew. He tended to keep his gaze down in public, though it could also be that people, in general, made him uncomfortable. And eye contact, when you thought about it, was really something intimate. Maybe that’s why you had to know Liam for a long time before he would maintain eye contact with you for longer than two seconds. We’d advanced to the normal level of eye contact, but it took years to get him there.

Even though we are not involved in a sexual way, nor would we ever be, my heart still did a little flip when he looked into my eyes sometimes. There was just something so captivating about them. I called them his voodoo eyes. Women were powerless against them. Men, too, for that matter. It was his curse. Poor baby. Must be hard to be beautiful.

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Author Bio

Danielle Bannister lives with her two children in Midcoast Maine along with her precious coffee pot and peppermint mocha creamer. She holds a BA in Theatre from the University of Southern Maine and her Master’s degree in Literary Education from the University of Orono. Her writing includes: a collection of short stories called Short Shorts, The Twin Flames Trilogy: Pulled, Pulled Back, and Pulled Back Again, The ABC’s of Dee, Enigma, Doppelganger, and Must Love Coffee. She’s also co-authored a fantasy novel with Amy Miles called Netherworld and Hollow Earth. Book three will be available later this year. She has also written The Lurkers Within, which is located in the Havenwood Falls Series. When she’s not on the stage, on the page, or engrossed in a good book, you’ll find her binge-watching all the Netflix. As one does.

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