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Loving Miss Sassy by A.M. Madden & Joanne Schwehm is releasing November 5th!! Add to your TBR today!



I am sure of four things:

Iโ€™m the most sought-after social influencer.

Iโ€™m prepared to kick ass and take names.

Iโ€™m going to conquer the Big Apple.

I wasnโ€™t prepared to have an unexpected roommate who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous.

Being the younger sister of two overprotective brothers taught me to be tenacious. Granted, that didnโ€™t fare well when I mistook my roomie for an intruder. Fine, maybe a right hook wasnโ€™t the most ladylike greeting, but his black eye only lasted a week. How was I supposed to know said intruder was also my advertising adversary?

The answer: I didnโ€™t.

And having a single wall separating our bedrooms only adds more angst to my list. Iโ€™m sure Iโ€™ll never get a good nightโ€™s rest wondering if he sleeps commando . . . if those are moans I hear or snores . . . if he imagines me in his bed as I imagine him in mine.

The list goes on and on.

The most shocking thing I wasnโ€™t prepared for was how he managed to capture my heart . . . right before he shattered it.

He called me Miss Sassy, and I proved him right.

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I looked up to see my assailant staring down at me in shock, her fists poised and ready to go another round. What the hell?

โ€œIf you know whatโ€™s good for you, youโ€™ll stay where you are. Iโ€™m calling the police.โ€ If I hadnโ€™t already been on my knees, her sexy-as-fuck accent and hot little body would have brought me there.

Stumbling to my feet and bracing myself for her to unleash more unearned violence, I put my hand up. โ€œLook, you psycho, I donโ€™t know who you are, but you need to relax. Iโ€™m staying here.โ€ She flipped the light switch next to the door. My pupils contracted at the bright intrusion.

My nemesis was a gorgeous little thing. Her raven locks draped over her shoulders as she drilled into me with mesmerizing dark-brown eyes. It took a second or two for me to place the face with a name.

โ€œIโ€™m Colton Teller.โ€ She tilted her head like a cute puppy trying to understand its master. Eyes that were narrowed slits widened into saucers. โ€œAnd my guess is youโ€™re Gianna Benedetto. Iโ€™d say itโ€™s a pleasure, but . . .โ€ At the sight of me pressing my palm to the spot sheโ€™d clocked, a tiny bit of remorse flitted through her expression.

The beauty in front of me had been my research project on the plane ride to New York. Young and sassy would be the perfect way to describe her. She used social media to gain followers and sponsorships for products. Although not much older than her, I was old school and took the standard advertising approach, which had little or nothing to do with social media. In fact, I despised it, where Gianna apparently lived for it.

Rather than flip out, she cracked open the bottle of water in her left hand and took a healthy swig, ignoring the fact that my left cheek felt like it had grown to twice its normal size. The crazy ninja whoโ€™d attacked me disappeared, and in her place was a calm, beautiful brunette who wanted nothing to do with me. Couldnโ€™t say that I blamed her. We were vying for the same client, and if she knew anything about me, she didnโ€™t stand a chance.

After a weighted pause she straightened her spine. โ€œI know who you are, and youโ€™re most certainly not staying here.โ€

Beautiful and headstrong . . . two of my favorite qualities in a woman.

โ€œListen, Gianna. May I call you that?โ€ I asked, earning me a silent nod. โ€œIt appears that Elite Motors put us both up in the same place, making us roommates. Youโ€™re welcome to change locations. Unless, of course, youโ€™d like to bail out of the pitch session altogether, because itโ€™s most likely a waste of your time anyway.โ€

Gianna gave me a smile that almost knocked me back onto the hardwood floor. โ€œLook, Mr.Teller,โ€ she said, emphasizing my last name enough to earn her a crooked smirk. โ€œThe only person who will be wasting their time is you. You and I will not be staying in the same home. I suggest you call yourself a cab and go to a hotel.โ€

I couldnโ€™t help but chuckle. โ€œWhere Iโ€™m going is upstairs. Now . . .โ€ I grabbed the handle of my suitcase. โ€œIf youโ€™ll excuse me, Iโ€™ve had a long day, and Iโ€™d like to go to my room. Either you can tell me which one is yours or Iโ€™ll take my best guess.โ€

Her sexy-as-fuck mouth dropped open, and before I could tell her what she could do with those perfectly plump lips, she said, โ€œThe first room on the right is mine.โ€

โ€œSee, that wasnโ€™t too difficult. Iโ€™ll see you in the morning.โ€ That glare she favored appeared again. โ€œSweet dreams, Gianna.โ€

As I took the steps up to my room, the sassy Italian beauty mumbled something in her native tongue, bringing a smile to my face. Something told me having Gianna Benedetto not only as an adversary but also as a roommate would prove to be very interesting.






Joanne Schwehm and A.M. Madden have once again teamed up writing a sexy standalone romance. They strive to bring you heartfelt romances that you can lose yourself in.

Once their lives connected, they decided they must have been separated at birth. Their love for all things romance and bad reality television, made them realize they share the same brain. Combine that with their Italian upbringing and they are a perfect match.

Together, they have achieved bestselling status as well as having two award-winning books in their contemporary series, The Mr. Wrong Series.

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