Monday, March 27, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For COED By James Fant •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

Date Published: 02/14/2017
Publisher: James Fant Books, LLC

Can a man and a woman be best friends without somebody
 catching feelings?

Travis Barber and Sade Styles are best friends of the 
opposite sex. Despite what everyone thinks, they are not 
getting busy...yet.

Co-owners of a popular barbershop/salon in named CoEd,
 Travis and Sade spend the bulk of their days together. But
 when Sade’s apartment lease runs out and Travis offers her
the spare bedroom of his newly built house, will they end up 
sharing more than just the utilities?

This witty, fast-paced romance seeks to answer the question:
 can a man and a woman be best friends without crossing 
that fine line into the land of lovers. Best case scenario, 
nothing happens. Worst case scenario, they get to know 
each other a little too well and end up hating each other!

Are Travis and Sade making the best move for their 

God please don't tell me that was the end. I need more of Trap and
 Sade. This book was really good, so much so I want more. I am so
 hoping for a second book. The book is written from two points of 
view which gives you so much more insight.

This book is about best friends that run a hair salon together. They 
have been friends for years and everyone, but them seem to see the
 love they have for each other. When Sade moves in with Trap it 
might as well been a trap. He wants her he is just scared. And when
 you find out why, well you will understand. I know his particular 
demon well. I having grown up with this particular demon myself.
 Not the abuse but the illness. It can make you wary of those around
 you. I wish Trap had told her instead of what he does. But 
hopefully they can work it out. And maybe the author will grace us
 with more from the duo. I know I would read it even knowing 
from the ending what I do.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope 
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this 
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like 
it when you do; they value your opinions too.

He said…

It was only a matter of time before Sade and I bumped uglies. The stars were lined up too perfectly for it not to happen. The air was too warm and sticky for us not to be hot and bothered. Lalah Hathaway was singing too good; hitting those low notes and high notes too right for us to not be affected. And Sade was wearing that black dress too well for me not to be nigh animalistic. A part of me laughed at the way I felt. Like Cookie Monster from Sesame Street when he tried to kick his cookie habit and he just couldn’t take it anymore. “Me must have cookie! NomNomNomNomNom.” In my mind, I’m chomping on that cookie and crumbs are flying everywhere.
Lalah was singing Forever, For Always, For Love. Sade and I were standing right in front of the stage. Lalah was looking good and all but that night, I only had eyes for Sade Styles, my poor little helpless cookie. She had no idea what she was in for. And she wasn’t making things better, the way she allowed me to drape my arms around her. And that dress? My goodness, that dress! It was form fitting and Sade’s form was hitting on all cylinders. The back of the dress…let me back up a minute…there was no back of the dress. It was only Sade’s skin. It’s a shame that all I could think about was sinking my teeth into her flesh. I tells ya! I was going to make Cookie Monster proud tonight.
Where was I? Yes, the dress. It cupped her backside! Did you hear what I said? The dress cupped her bottom so sweetly that I got weak in the knees when she walked out of the bathroom with it on earlier that evening. And she had the nerve to turn around, wiggle her hips and say, “What do you think?” Sade, I thought, you don’t wanna know what I’m thinking right now.
“What do you think about the dress?” she asked again when I didn’t reply immediately.
You see, it’s hard to talk when a cat has your tongue. I said something; I don’t even remember what it was. Whatever it was, it made her laugh.
“Boy, you are too silly. Let’s go.”
I was watching her walk in front of me, watching her turn around and smile as I lagged behind.
“Something wrong with your leg?” she asked. “Why are you walking like that?”
Well, Sade, I am extremely aroused right now. And I’m trying to situate myself without you noticing. “Must be a Charley horse,” I lied.
“You need me to rub your leg?”
Come on, man! You’re playing dirty now.
“Nah, I’m good.”
She paused, turned around and said, “Are you sure?”
Let me stop right here and tell you about how Sade smelled at that point in time. It was something sweet, something devious. The perfume was actually visible to me, surrounding her like a beautiful cloud. A hand formed from that cloud and its cloudy arm extended toward my nose. Tickled it. Gently caressed my chin. I swear the cloud asked me if I wanted Sade. I nodded my head yes.
“So you do want me to rub your leg?” she asked.
“No!” If she touched me right now…
“Okay,” she said as she turned around slowly. “Maybe later?”

I shook my leg. Situated myself. This was going to be a long evening.

·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· James Fant ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·

James Fant is an award winning author who lives in 
Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children.
 When he’s not reading everything from business 
management to mysteries or “entertaining” his family with 
piano solos and spoken word, James writes inspirational 
romance and suspense that warms the heart and hopefully
 makes readers laugh—in public.

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