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Expiry Dating Blitz

Expiry Dating

Author: Isobel Reed
Series: Bluestone Series, #2
Publication date: February 21st 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Sparks start more than a fire… They start an explosion.

Alice is not happy. Her ex screwed her over, literally. One day her mother is dreaming of a white wedding, the next, Alice is hurling hardbacks at a naked boyfriend caught in bed with her best friend. So she did the only logical thing she could think of. She got the hell out of there. In fact, she left the country.

It’s not long before she discovers the perks of small-town living, and she even finds herself a job. There is just one thing stopping this all from being perfect though. One infuriating person she just can’t seem to shake. Brady Mitchell. It figures that the hottest man she’s ever seen also just so happens to be the most annoying one on the planet.

Brady is back home and trying to come to terms with life outside the military. Adjusting to a new job and new limitations from his injury, he expected to settle into a slower pace of life, maybe even a quiet one. That was until Alice Hart came bulldozing into his world. The woman was anything but quiet. Loud, angry and sexy as hell, yes. But definitely not quiet.

Alice and Brady ignite inside and outside the bedroom. But will they survive the burn?


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an excerpt

“Woman, for the love of God, will you stop running away from me?”

Being crowded against the cool brick wall gave her some serious déjà vu. His hand was next to her head again and his face was tipped down and just inches away from her own.

Woman. It’s woman now?”

His eyes narrowed. “Grow up, Ali.”

Red. She saw lots of red. It wasn’t the comment that did it though. No, it was everything. The way he was looking at her, the way he touched her, the smell of pine mixed with his own natural masculine scent that was currently hitting the back of her throat. She’d had enough. Brady Mitchell needed to f**k right off.

“Me? I should grow up? Are you being f**king serious? If anyone needs to grow up, it’s you!”

“Oh yeah?” Even the calmness in his voice p***ed her off.

“Yeah. You’re the one throwing tantrums, Brady. You’re the one mourning the loss of your former career and taking that sh*t out on me. So you can’t be a marine anymore … boo-f**king-hoo. You have no idea how lucky you are. You could have died for f**ks sake. You could have been paralysed or lost your damn leg!”

“Oh, that’s rich, darlin’, coming from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re one to talk. Your boyfriend cheats on you, and what do you do? You run away. You quit your job, quit your life, you leave the f**king country! That’s some real mature sh*t right there, sweetness. And you’re telling me to grow up?”

“F**k you, Brady!” She pushed at his chest. The exasperating man didn’t even move as she continued to push at his rock-solid chest. “F**k you!”

He all too easily pulled her off him, clasping both wrists in just one hand. When she finally dared to look up, their eyes clashed. The normally light brown stare was darker than she’d ever seen. His eyes were black, so black they made her pulse quicken. The longer they looked at each other, the shallower her breathing became and the fuzzier her brain felt. For a split second, his eyes darted to her mouth, and she couldn’t stop herself from wetting her lower lip. When her gaze met his, she knew there was no turning back.



about the author

Isobel was born and raised in London. She still lives along the River Thames with her husband and her substantial book collection. Ever the hopeless romantic, she fell in love with the genre from a young age and was inspired to write her own stories. When she’s not feasting on romantic comedies or binge reading her hoard of contemporary romance novels, Isobel is writing.

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