Picture this.... your neighbor, hot as sin,
plays his music SO loud that you can't even concentrate on the fact that you cannot concentrate.
You go over there, pound on the door, ready to give him hell, and he invites you in for a drink. Hmm
This isn't the only time you and your neighbor hang out, and he shows you just how hot and naughty he really is.
Suddenly, he has completely cleared your writers-block and the words just flow out of you!
Thank you, Naughty Neighbor!!!
Click to find out exactly what Jake Morreau did to help - and was it enough to make her book a success?
plays his music SO loud that you can't even concentrate on the fact that you cannot concentrate.
You go over there, pound on the door, ready to give him hell, and he invites you in for a drink. Hmm
This isn't the only time you and your neighbor hang out, and he shows you just how hot and naughty he really is.
Suddenly, he has completely cleared your writers-block and the words just flow out of you!
Thank you, Naughty Neighbor!!!
Click to find out exactly what Jake Morreau did to help - and was it enough to make her book a success?
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Excerpt from Naughty Neighbor
The sound of loud music coming from the shared wall of my apartment is deafening. Okay, maybe it’s not that loud, but it’s distracting as all hell. I look at the clock and see it’s nine in the evening, which means this could be the start of hours of raucous partying.
Boom, Boom, Thump!
With a huff, I place my laptop on the couch and get up. It pains me to do so when I was finally getting lost in a scene.
That’s why I love writing. Screw the real world and everything that comes along with it. Give me my laptop, a glass of wine and, when I’m not having writers block, I can get lost in writing my next novel for hours--Boom, boom thump!--until someone relentlessly blares music for all to hear.
I exit my apartment and walk next door. My knuckles vibrate with how hard I’m knocking. In fact, my fist is still moving as the door opens, and I’m greeted by the devilishly handsome smile of the man who lives next door.
Jake Moreau.
“Hey, Lacey. Want to come in for a drink?”
His grin is panty melting for sure.
We’ve lived next door for a while and his attractiveness hasn’t gone unnoticed. Lean yet muscular build, swoon-worthy eyes the color of chocolate, and the perfect angle of his jaw that is rugged and pretty all at the same time.
Clearly, I’ve been preoccupied with describing my literary heroes because I’m currently spending way too much time appreciating how good looking Jake is… and not the problem at hand.
The sound of loud music coming from the shared wall of my apartment is deafening. Okay, maybe it’s not that loud, but it’s distracting as all hell. I look at the clock and see it’s nine in the evening, which means this could be the start of hours of raucous partying.
Boom, Boom, Thump!
With a huff, I place my laptop on the couch and get up. It pains me to do so when I was finally getting lost in a scene.
That’s why I love writing. Screw the real world and everything that comes along with it. Give me my laptop, a glass of wine and, when I’m not having writers block, I can get lost in writing my next novel for hours--Boom, boom thump!--until someone relentlessly blares music for all to hear.
I exit my apartment and walk next door. My knuckles vibrate with how hard I’m knocking. In fact, my fist is still moving as the door opens, and I’m greeted by the devilishly handsome smile of the man who lives next door.
Jake Moreau.
“Hey, Lacey. Want to come in for a drink?”
His grin is panty melting for sure.
We’ve lived next door for a while and his attractiveness hasn’t gone unnoticed. Lean yet muscular build, swoon-worthy eyes the color of chocolate, and the perfect angle of his jaw that is rugged and pretty all at the same time.
Clearly, I’ve been preoccupied with describing my literary heroes because I’m currently spending way too much time appreciating how good looking Jake is… and not the problem at hand.
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MORE ABOUT NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR
As a romance novelist, I’m facing my worst nightmare—writer’s block.
No matter what I write, I hit delete, knowing it’s not worth publishing. The future of my career rests on the success of this new book.
So, here I am, looking at Tumblr, desperate for inspiration, when I hear a thumping. Annoyed by the music blaring through the walls, I barge into the hall and bang on my neighbor’s door.
My very hot, very naughty neighbor, Jake Morreau.
Jake is romantic, charming, and the bane of my existence. I need to work, yet he refuses to let me.
When he greets me in the hallway, ideas of a sinfully hot hero come to mind.
When he takes me out on the town, the words flow as soon as I come home.
The more time I spend with this entertaining and quick-witted man, the more I’m able to write.
My neighbor is my muse, and before I know it, I slowly become the heroine of my own story, but I don’t know how to end it.
As I write the epilogue, I’m afraid our romance won’t pan out as I’ve written.
Jake Morreau is my hero.
Then again, in my life, heroes don’t exist.
As a romance novelist, I’m facing my worst nightmare—writer’s block.
No matter what I write, I hit delete, knowing it’s not worth publishing. The future of my career rests on the success of this new book.
So, here I am, looking at Tumblr, desperate for inspiration, when I hear a thumping. Annoyed by the music blaring through the walls, I barge into the hall and bang on my neighbor’s door.
My very hot, very naughty neighbor, Jake Morreau.
Jake is romantic, charming, and the bane of my existence. I need to work, yet he refuses to let me.
When he greets me in the hallway, ideas of a sinfully hot hero come to mind.
When he takes me out on the town, the words flow as soon as I come home.
The more time I spend with this entertaining and quick-witted man, the more I’m able to write.
My neighbor is my muse, and before I know it, I slowly become the heroine of my own story, but I don’t know how to end it.
As I write the epilogue, I’m afraid our romance won’t pan out as I’ve written.
Jake Morreau is my hero.
Then again, in my life, heroes don’t exist.
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 MEET AUTHOR LAUREN RUNOW Lauren Runow is the author of multiple Adult Contemporary Romance novels, some more dirty than others. When Lauren isn't writing, you'll find her listening to music, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom! Lauren is a graduate from the Academy of Art in San Francisco and is the founder and co-owner of the community magazine she and her husband publish. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons. Follow Lauren on Amazon Here |  MEET AUTHOR JEANNINE COLETTE Jeannine Colette is the author of the Abandon Collection - a series of stand-alone novels featuring dynamic heroines who have to abandon their reality in order to discover themselves . . . and love along the way. Each book features a new couple, exciting new city and a rose of a different color. A graduate of Wagner College and the New York Film Academy, Jeannine went on to become a Segment Producer for television shows on CBS and NBC. She left the television industry to focus on her children and pursue a full-time writing career. She lives in New York with her husband, the three tiny people she adores more than life itself, and a rescue pup named Wrigley. Jeannine and her family are active supporters of The March of Dimes and Strivright The Auditory-Oral School of New York. Follow Jeannine on Amazon Here |
