Man of the Month
Who’s Your Man of the Month?
When a group of fiercely determined friends realize their beloved hang-out is in danger of closing, they take matters into their own hands to bring back customers lost to a competing bar. Fighting fire with a heat of their own, they double down with the broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and bare chests of dozens of hot, local guys who they cajole, prod, and coerce into auditioning for a Man of the Month calendar.
But it’s not just the fate of the bar that’s at stake. Because as things heat up, each of the men meets his match in this sexy, flirty, and compelling binge-read romance series of twelve novels releasing every other week from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner.
“With each novel featuring a favorite romance trope—beauty and the beast, billionaire bad boys, friends to lovers, second chance romance, secret baby, and more—this series hits the heart and soul of romance.” — New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips
Don’t miss JK’s interview in USA Today about the creation of the series and the calendar! Just click here!
Check out this mid-book excerpt!
I hope you enjoy this mid-story excerpt from Down On Me, book one in the Man of the Month series. I’m so excited about this series! I hope you love Reece and Jenna (and all the rest of the guys and girls) as much as I do!
Jenna felt tears prick her eyes as she furiously erased the notes on her scratchpad. Nothing was working out. Not the calendar contest she was trying to organize. Not her stupid, broken car. And definitely not her plans to visit some Hill Country wineries with Brent and Reece this weekend.
Damn Reece. He’d ruined everything.
Okay, maybe not everything. He did rescue her from a dark parking lot in an unfamiliar section of South Austin, after all. But then he’d kissed her, and now there was this thing between them. And the whole situation was an awkward, horrible mess.
Well, maybe not the whole situation. The kiss had been incredible. But the rest of it was horrible. Confusing and uncomfortable. Because she and Reece and Brent had always been a threesome. A perfect plutonic triangle.
At least, that’s what she’d been telling herself ever since she moved back to Austin.
Telling herself? Try lying to herself.
She should have put a stop to it. If she was any kind of woman—any kind of friend—she should have shoved hard against his chest, pushed him firmly away, and told him that there was nothing but friendship between them.
But she hadn’t.
God help her, she’d kissed him back. And even now, she could feel the echo of that kiss reverberating through her soul, hot and deep and wild and brutal.