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Blog Tour - Kenzie And The Guy Next Door (Scandalous Series Book 4) - by R.Linda @rlindawrites #NewAdult #Romance

Title: Kenzie and the Guy Next Door
Series: Scandalous, bk 4
Author: R. Linda
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Publication Date: May 29th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR


The last thing I expected was my ex-boyfriend showing up unannounced, demanding to see our son. The son whose existence he’d previously never bothered to acknowledge, leaving me a single mother at sixteen years old.

As if I’m not freaked out enough, I also have to deal with a loud, annoying new neighbour on top of it all.

Imagine my surprise when I discover my neighbour is none other than Jeremy, my best friend’s dangerously hot brother, who was recently released from prison.

I’m sure he’s a complication I definitely don’t need. But then he inserts himself effortlessly into my life, becoming my hero, my saviour, and someone my son can look up to, and I realize how much I actually need him.

But my ex isn’t backing off, making me wonder what he’s capable of—and how far Jeremy will go to keep us safe.

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R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.

A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.

Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.

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It was Indie’s birthday, and I’d been roped into going. Though, admittedly, Kenzie didn’t have to twist my arm too much to get me to agree. She only had to flash her green eyes at me and call me an antisocial bastard, and I conceded. I slid my shoes on and pulled my shirt over my head before running my hands through my hair to smooth down the ends. It wasn’t like I was trying to make an impression or anything. I sprayed cologne. Not too much. Didn’t want to make her sneeze because, obviously, I was absolutely trying to make an impression on Kenzie. Then I left my apartment and knocked on Kenzie’s door.

Light footsteps approached, and the door handle twitched. “Who is it?” she called.

“Babe, open up.” I smiled, grateful she had the sense to check who was knocking on her door.

Though I suspected she only did it because she knew it was me.

“I’m sorry, who is it?”

“Kenzie, quit playing around or I’m going to the only bar in town instead of your friend’s parents’ house.” The only reason I was even going to the party was because it meant I’d get to see Kenzie a bit more.

Still nothing. I rapped my knuckles on the door once. “Have a good night, then.” And I walked toward the stairs.



The door creaked open. “Jeremy Donovan, get that ass back here right now.” She peered into the hall.

I turned and challenged her with my gaze. “Make me.”

Her glossy, pink lips twisted up into a smirk, and she stepped into the hall. My mouth watered. If I thought she looked incredible in a swimsuit, it had nothing on this dress she was wearing. Black. Tight. Short. And killer heels. Hell, yeah. Lifting her hands and pulling her hair into a pile on top of her head, her dress crept higher up her strong, toned thighs.

Dangerously high.

My eyes travelled the length of her body, committing every curve to memory as she spun slowly on the spot and put her back to me. Bare skin. Exposed right down to the top of her ass. I could see a hint of her underwear peeking out where the zipper of her dress ended.

And, hell.

No bra.

Kenzie looked over her shoulder at me, still with the same sultry smirk. “Zip me up?” she asked and walked back into her apartment.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I crossed the hall and followed her into the living room, closing the front door behind me. She stood in the center of the room, hands still in her hair, and waited.

Taking slow, deliberate steps so I could enjoy the view a little longer, I approached her. I placed my hands on her hips and stepped in close until my chest was touching her back.

“You don’t play fair,” I leaned in and whispered, letting my lips graze her ear. The hairs on the back of her neck raised, and a small shiver ran through her.

“Never said I did, Casanova.”

She smelled edible. I couldn’t resist; I needed to taste her skin. I pressed my lips to the base of her neck, right at the top of her spine, my tongue sliding over her skin as I pinched the zip between my fingers and dragged it up, letting my knuckles coast over her back until her dress fixed in place.

Kenzie leaned back into me, her breaths a little heavier, more pronounced. She sighed. I groaned and cleared my throat.

Grasping her shoulders, I pushed her away slightly and turned her to face me. “We need to go now, before I lock us both in here for the entire weekend.”

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