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Blog Tour: Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas

Title: Birthday Girl
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Penelope Douglas

Release Date: April 17, 2018

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JORDAN 

He took me in when I had nowhere else to go. 

He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe. 

He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work. 

I have to stop this. It can’t happen. 

My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable. 

Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one. 

I am. 

PIKE 

I took her in, because I thought I was helping. 

She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement. 

As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to. 

The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me. 

But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight. 

And her boyfriend’s father. 

Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house. 

*BIRTHDAY GIRL is a stand-alone, contemporary romance suitable for ages 18+.



Good bye comfort zone! Hello major book hangover!

Big age gaps are not even close to being my cuppa. A 38 year old male with a 19 year old female—yeah...nope! Next!! Just the thought pushes me way, way out of my comfort zone. And I would normally avoid this story line with a ten foot pole—especially this age set due to the ages of the protagonist coinciding with mine and my oldest son.

So glad I threw caution and limits to the wind and took a chance on Birthday Girl!! If I hadn't I would have missed this delicious, sloooow burn. I would have missed all that was Pike and Jordan. I would have missed the pure perfection of two people, off limits to each other, falling head over heels in love. I would have missed the ups, the downs, and all of the sexy in between. I would have missed my newest obsession.  

Pike and Jordan. Jordan and Pike. 

I found myself rooting hard for them. Their friendship and chemistry always felt so natural. So right. They were raw, real, and plausible. They became my end game and I wanted all obstacles out of their way. I wanted them to find that coveted happily ever after. I didn't give one flying fuck that he was 38 and she was 19, nor did I give a flying fuck that he just so happened to be the father of her boyfriend. I wasn't a fan of Cole, from the beginning, and couldn't wait until his time was up. He was a big ole' d-bag. I just didn't like him with Jordan. Cole left Jordan swaying in the wind one too many times, leaving me fully on board the Pike and Jordan train. So much so, I didn't care that I would normally view them as illicit/forbidden and oh so very wrong. I didn't care that I would normally find their relationship creepy and perplexing. Instead of being uncomfortable with the age gap/family dynamics, I saw Pike and Jordan as written in the stars. In my mind, this magic duo was inevitable. 

I highly recommend Birthday Girl. It isn't about having a daddy kink. And if that's what you are looking for you won't find it here. This more about finding love in the unexpected and the growth of that relationship, which just happens to be between an older man and younger female. 

You know an author is something special, a true master of story telling, when she has you unexpectedly falling head over heels in love with your said limits and boundaries, making you question why you ever even had these limits to begin with. 
Pike and Jordan get back late from mudding and are hosing off in the backyard. 

JORDAN

I drop the hose to my side and drag the fingers of my left hand down his abs, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. They tighten as my nails slide across the muscles, and I’m so afraid to look at him.

This is wrong. I know it’s wrong.

But God, he feels good. I can feel his eyes on me, and every thread of my bra is chafing my skin, and I just want to be bare right now. I want him to see me.

I close my eyes. Oh, God.

“Jordan…” He grasps my hand, and I can hear him breathing hard.

I nod, opening my eyes but still unable to meet his. “I know,” I breathe out. “I’m sorry.”

I’m parched, my eyes sting with tears and I don’t know why, and there’s a need between my thighs that is almost painful.

Slowly, he tips my chin up. I finally raise my gaze, but he’s not looking at me, either. His eyes are cast down, and his brow is pinched in pain. “You’re just out of sorts,” he says quietly. “You miss Cole, and I just happen to be here. It’s okay.”

I remain still, my fingers still on his stomach and his hand still on my chin. His chest moves up and down, and for a moment, I think I’m going to turn tail and run. He’s making excuses for me. An easy one to hide behind. It would make sense I’m feeling lost and in need of someone else to escape into.

But what’s his excuse. I know he looks at me. I know he does it when he thinks I don’t see it, but I do.

My eyes sting, filling with tears. “That’s not why I was apologizing,” I tell him.

I raise my eyes, meeting his, and while I’m afraid, I have to dive. I can’t hold back.

“I’m sorry, because,” I whisper shakily, “this isn’t the first time I wanted you to touch me.”

And his gaze freezes on me.

He holds my eyes, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest, and I have no idea what’s going through his head right now, but I don’t think I’m sorry. No more excuses that this is about me being distraught over Cole.

The attraction was already there.

He slowly lets his fingers fall from my chin, both of his hands balling into fists, and he clenches his jaw, suddenly looking angry.

On reflex, I take a step back, but I don’t get any farther. Grabbing my waist, he hauls me into him, snaking an arm round me and gripping my jaw in his hand between his thumb and four fingers. I gasp, loving the feeling of his body hard against mine but scared, too, because he looks so mad.

“No,” he growls, baring his teeth and looking at me with fury in his eyes. “Do you understand? It’s not happening. You’re not getting that from me.”

Tears fills my eyes, and I can barely see him anymore as my body shakes with a silent sob.

His arm is like steel around me, and I can feel the heat of his rage coming off his skin.

He shakes me. “You wanna get laid, then you go hunt somewhere else.”

I suck in air and twist away from him, pushing his body away.

He’s right. What am I doing? Why would I do that? I feel so stupid, and I crouch down, quickly gathering up my shirt and shoes.

But I wasn’t imagining it, was I? There was something between us, and it was coming from him as much as from me. Did I just see what I wanted to see?

I want to scream. Tears stream down my face, and he still just stands there, glaring at me.

“Go to your room,” he orders.

I break out in a laugh, the bitter sound dripping with disbelief. “Go fuck yourself!” I stand up, hardening my voice. “I’ll find another bed tonight, thank you. Anyone will do for a slut like me, right?”

I whip around and run for the back door, but he grabs the inside of my elbow and hauls me back into the wall of his chest. I drop my shirt and shoes, and he forces us forward into the wall of the house. I shoot out my hands, crashing into the siding.

Jesus.

I shake, sucking in short, shallow breaths as my heart races and my blood runs hot under my skin.

What the…

He reaches around, taking my face in his hand and his hot breath in my ear. “Don’t threaten me with shit like that. If you want to act like a brat, then maybe you should get grounded like one, huh?”

I almost laugh through the tears drying on my face. “By all means,” I taunt. “I’m dying to see how you try to take control of me. You can’t even get Cole to do his chores, and when was the last time a woman got hot in your bed? You’re not even a man.”

He growls and slams his palm into the house in front of me.

I jump.

And the next thing I know, his hand is in my hair, and my head is being twisted to the side as his lips crash down on mine.



Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into thirteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the standalones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and now Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), coming later this year, and the standalone, Motel, coming in 2019. 

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter. 

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