4 Novels by Jennifer Sucevic
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Overview: Jennifer is the USA Today Bestselling Author of King of Campus. She currently resides in Michigan with her husband, kids, a dog named Rocky, and a kitten named Lily. After pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in History from the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee, a Master’s Degree in Educational Psychology also from the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee, she spent five years working as a high school counselor before moving out of state with her family. She enjoys reading, writing, and traveling.
Genre: Romance
If You Were Mine: Know what happens when you don’t bother dating all through college because you’re much too busy trying to stay on top of your classes? I’ll give you a little hint… It starts with the letter V and ends with irginity. Ding, ding, ding… nailed it. Well… at least something got nailed. Because it certainly wasn’t me. Just to be clear, it’s not like I’ve been holding out all these years, waiting around for Mr. Perfect to ride in and sweep me off my feet. Nor did I take a sacred vow of chastity. It just kind of happened… or didn’t happen, as the case may be. Know what’s even worse than that? Wait for it… Having the bad boy of the NFL, who also happens to be one of my brother’s teammates, offer to take care of that pesky little problem for me. Which is downright laughable, because if there’s one person I’m barely able to tolerate- it’s JT Higgins. He may be amazing out on the field, but he’s even more notorious for his bar brawls, drunken antics, and the women who flock to him in droves. It goes without saying that he’s keeping some clinic in business with swab tests and penicillin. I’ve had three long years of practice shutting down his every advance. So ignoring him should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong. JT was given an ultimatum at the end of last season- clean up his act or get traded. For some odd reason, my brother Liam has decided to take him under his wing. So now the golden haired, green eyed mountain of muscle is around all the time. Sitting across from me during Thursday night family dinners. Knocking on the door and pushing his way inside when I’m babysitting my niece and nephews. Showing up at the shop where I get coffee on my way to school. If all that weren’t bad enough, he has this annoying habit of watching me. What I’d like to know is when exactly did his gaze start to feel like a physical caress? It’s enough to make me scream. It’s also enough to send my pulse skittering and my resolve to the brink of shattering. Because this new and improved JT… the one who doesn’t whore around or drink, well- he’s more difficult to resist. Especially when all that sexy attention is focused solely on me.
Protecting What’s Mine: Two years ago, both of my parents died in a tragic car accident. I’ve spent that time just trying to keep my head above water. This move to Chicago, it’s a whole new beginning for me. I’ve bought a fantastic condo with spectacular views of Lake Michigan, I’m starting a grad program at Northwestern, and I’ll be able to see my godfather, Dominic, as often as I’d like. Since the death of my parents, he’s swooped in and taken care of everything, including me. Without him, I would be lost. What I don’t expect is my sexy new neighbor. From the first moment our eyes collide, I’m completely enthralled. I’ve never seen a man so stunningly handsome. No one has ever set my pulse racing the way he does. Especially when he’s pinning me in place with those dark, espresso-colored eyes. I tell myself that it’s nothing more than a harmless crush. After two long years of being steeped in grief, it feels amazing to have all this lust and longing rush through every cell of my body. Except… somehow it morphs into way more than that. Suddenly I’m having this intensely sexual relationship with a man I barely know. A man who refuses to reveal anything about himself, which I know is a red flag… Before I realize it, everything is spiraling out of control. There are two men who want more from me. One whom I already love and another who makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. But choices have to be made and there are consequences to every decision. What I don’t realize until it’s too late, is that all is not as it seems with either of them.
Hate to Love You: Brody McKinnon is Whitmore University’s star defenseman destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s exploded at the college level. While other girls fall all over themselves trying to gain his attention, I do my best to steer clear just as I would a particularly nasty case of crabs. For reasons I can’t fathom, Brody takes great pleasure in messing with me. And I, in return, enjoy slicing him to ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You’d think after three years, he’d learn to keep his distance.
No such luck.
Unfortunately for me, I’m about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts with my ex-boyfriend announcing at a party that I’m a lousy lay. He’s the hockey-playing jerk I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*eyeroll* seriously…get your mind out of the gutter).
Want to guess who rides in on his trusty white steed to rescue me?
Or should I say, opens his big mouth?
Yep, you guessed it.
Brody freaking McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes matters worse by telling everyone that we’re together and then punching Reed in the face. The first…I plan on strangling him for. The second…I’m only sorry I didn’t get to Reed first.
Now I’m stuck fake-dating Brody, the one guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a choke chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won’t last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.
Love to Hate You: Carter Prescott is one of those guys who has it all. Wealthy family…check. Good looks…check. Brains to match all that brawn…check. And let’s not even talk about all those sculpted muscles (no—seriously, I don’t want to talk about them). The guy works out like it’s his job. Did I mention that he’s one of this year’s top NFL draft picks?
Sure, maybe in the beginning I was taken in by his pretty face and gorgeous body. What girl with a beating pulse wouldn’t be? But his obnoxious presence killed any attraction I might have felt a long time ago.
All right, fine…that’s not altogether true.
The guy is smoking hot, okay? There, I admitted it. Sheesh. But that doesn’t mean he’s not a conceited jerk.
Carter is my cousin’s best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, he’s my roommate for senior year. Everything would be fine if he would just stop messing with me. But he’s incapable of restraining himself. So when he takes his antics too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind?
Carter wants to bring a hookup back to the apartment for the night? Fine by me. Is there any real harm done if I ambush them in the morning and introduce myself as his baby mama? Am I taking things too far if I whip up a batch of laxative laced brownies so he’ll crap himself all over the field?
Nope, I don’t think so…
The real question is how I’m going to make it through eight more months without slowly wrapping my fingers around his… throat and squeezing tight.
I’m sorry, did you think I was going to say something else?
Please, as if that would happen…
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