Blog Tour and Excerpt - SEX SAYS by Max Monroe

SEX SAYS

by Max Monroe

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Blurb:

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Max Monroe comes a new standalone romantic comedy.

Lola

My name is Lola Sexton, and I’m a sex addict.

Okay…that’s a lie.

Truth is, I’m a serial dater turned dating and relationship columnist for The San Francisco Times. My readers call me Sex. Sex Says.

I love my job.

I love my life.

And I hate Reed Luca.

Reed

My name is Reed Luca, and I’m a liar.

Ironically, that’s the truth.

I’m 31, and my occupation is…well, complicated.

My favorite kind of woman comes in all shapes and sizes, but always has a big brain.

I’ve never hated anything.

Lola Sexton hates me.

Luckily, it’s a thin line between love and hate, and with my help, pretty Lola will only be able to straddle that line for so long.

Excerpt:

Normally, I needed a face-to-face encounter to read a person’s intentions, but something about what I knew about Lola from her column and the careful way she’d arranged her words when emailing me spoke to violence I wasn’t sure I’d ever witnessed.

      Limb amputation, genital mutilation, and a healthy hock in order to leave a loogie behind on the tattered body.

      Would meeting up with the woman behind the words lead to anything other than some kind of police involvement? Though, really, I kind of miss them…

      No, no. I was supposed to be reformed.

      But even the converted could find themselves in trouble when they least expected it. An impulsive video on YouTube that led to millions of views was proof of that. My inbox was now cluttered with interview requests from various media sources, as well as hate mail from angered Sex Says fans who didn’t appreciate my candid view regarding their favorite dating and relationship column.

      I stared at the blinking cursor on the screen where I’d opened a return email and volleyed.

      Red wire, blue wire, red wire, blue wire…

      Goddamn, I couldn’t help myself.

      Fuck it. I’ll cut both of them.