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Blog tour: Screwed by K.M. Neuhold

Screwed | K.M. Neuhold

Four Bears Construction #4

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Release Date: September 2nd, 2020

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/Screwed

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Blurb

I’ve had my fair share of less than proud relationship moments, but waking up married to my brother-in-law’s best friend is a new low.

A drunken wedding to a man who already rejected me once? Check. A hefty bet about how long it will last? Check. My feisty new husband, determined to make our friends pay up? Double check.

I’ve never managed to make a real relationship last nearly a year, there’s no way Daniel will stick around long enough to win this bet. The only problem is the longer he stays, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s for show. Does he feel it too, or am I totally screwed?

***Screwed is a woke up married, faking it to their friends but also totally hooking up, sweet, STEAMY love story that happens to be the fourth book in the Four Bears Construction series. There are no bear shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears.

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Excerpt

I lift my left hand closer to my face, sure I’m having some kind of hangover induced hallucination. I mean, why the hell would I have a silver band around my left ring finger? Running my thumb over the band, it feels very much real, the metal smooth and warm from my skin.

“What the actual fuck?” I mutter, finally leaning over and filling my mouth with water so I can rinse and spit. Obviously, I got drunk and decided to put on Ren’s wedding band for some reason that I’m sure made sense when I was ten shots of tequila deep.

I shuffle back out of the bathroom, slipping the ring off as I go. Ollie is still passed the fuck out on the bed, the sheets tangled around one leg while the other hangs off the side of the bed, his ass looking entirely biteable in his tight boxer briefs. I glance down at myself, realizing for the first time that I have no clue what I fell asleep in. A pair of loose fitting boxers hang on my hips. Ollie’s underwear, awesome.

Oh no, did we fuck? I look around helplessly for any clue to what might’ve happened. There aren’t any condom wrappers or lube packets in sight, but that doesn’t necessarily prove anything. I slip one hand into my underwear and between my ass cheeks. No traces of lube, and my hole doesn’t feel sore, so whatever we might’ve done, it wasn’t that. Thank fuck, because I would’ve been pissed if I blacked out a dicking from a man like that.

I don’t want to rummage through Ollie’s stuff, so I set the ring on the nightstand on his side of the bed where he’ll be able to see it and put it away when he wakes up. Good thing I didn’t lose it. Ren would’ve had my ass, and not in the fun way.

I climb back into bed, propping my pillow up against the headboard and grabbing my phone so I can check for any missed calls. My heart jolts when I see dozens of missed calls and texts from Ren.

“Oh fuck, please don’t be anything bad,” I mutter, opening the text thread.

Ren: I can’t decide if I’m pissed or amused right now. I can’t believe you did this and with Ollie of all people

That’s not a good sign. I scroll up to get more context, and I find a video I apparently sent to Ren at three in the morning. I swear to god if Ollie and I made a porn and sent it to Ren… I shake my head at myself and hit the play button on the video.

“I should call Ren and tell him to come down here. Shit, I think this thing is recording. Oh, I can send it to Ren!” I giggle and hiccup. “Rennnnnnnn, I know you’re probably balls deep in your man, or vice versa, but Ollie and I are at the Little White Wedding Chapel and you should totally come down here and watch us get married. Oh my god, bring Cole too. He should see his brother get married. Can you bring rice to throw? Fuck, do we have rice to throw at their wedding?”

The camera jostles and Ollie comes into view looking just as fucking hammered as I did.

“You’re not supposed to throw rice. We’re going to get bubbles.”

“Bubbles! Ren, bring bubbles!” I start laughing again, and Ollie joins in. “Dang, they’re calling our name, I have to go. Hey, this means you and me are going to be brother-in-laws. Brothers-in-law? Brother-ins-laws?” I start laughing again, and the video ends.

“Nooooooo,” I gasp, staring at my phone in horror. After the video is a dozen texts from Ren telling me not to marry Ollie and then a few more where he seems pretty resigned to the fact that it probably happened and mildly pissed at me. “No, no, no.”

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About the Author

Author K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together.

She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series.

When she’s not writing she’s a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero…just kidding, she’s likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.

LinkTree: linktr.ee/KMNeuhold

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K.M. saves the best for last

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Throughout this whole series I’ve been waiting for Ollie’s story and it did not disappoint at all. I was also really happy that it was Daniel who proved to be the perfect person as he also really needed to discover that forever can happen.

Together they were on fire, the chemistry oozes between them, even when they’re supposedly only friends and the whole fake marriage trope gets a refreshing update when a drunken Vegas wedding (Ollie’s fourth!) becomes not only a solid and meaningful friendship, but a true partnership based on mutual respect and affection.

It’s ridiculously swoony and romantic as they just slowly drift into actually being married and in a proper relationship without Daniel ever realising that’s just what he’s doing.

Ollie is more aware, he knows he’s falling for his Husband as Daniel constantly refers to himself as in a somewhat joking fashion.

But it takes a really solid shock to the system – and a kick up the backside by his best friend Ren – for Daniel to admit the truth too.

The ending is beyond gorgeous! I just adored everything about it and I am so glad that the wait was worth it.

Now I need the spin-off series STAT because we get a new bear introduced in this one which I’m absolutely intrigued by and also because West/Sawyer is also going to be a doozy I can just tell!

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review

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Release Blitz: Screwed by K.M. Neuhold

Screwed | K.M. Neuhold

Four Bears Construction #4

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Release Date: September 2nd, 2020

Universal Link: mybook.to/ScrewedFBC

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Blurb

I’ve had my fair share of less than proud relationship moments, but waking up married to my brother-in-law’s best friend is a new low.

A drunken wedding to a man who already rejected me once? Check. A hefty bet about how long it will last? Check. My feisty new husband, determined to make our friends pay up? Double check.

I’ve never managed to make a real relationship last nearly a year, there’s no way Daniel will stick around long enough to win this bet. The only problem is the longer he stays, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s for show. Does he feel it too, or am I totally screwed?

*Screwed is a woke up married, faking it to their friends but also totally hooking up, sweet, STEAMY love story that happens to be the fourth book in the Four Bears Construction series. There are no bear shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears.

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Excerpt

“You know what will make you feel better than booze? Dancing.” He doesn’t even wait for my response before grabbing my arm and hauling me out of my seat. I stumble a little, the four shots I took in quick succession going straight to my head.

Daniel slips his hand into mine without hesitation. His skin is warm and his palm is soft and smooth in contrast to my own. He’s slight, but his grip is strong, and he seems to have a special talent for making people get the hell out of his way, never slowing his steps as he parts the crowd and leads me to the makeshift dance floor.

He turns to face me as soon as we find an open space. In an instant, I watch as the prim, proper man I thought he was slips away, replaced by a man who’s smiling like a mad man and dancing like he’s trying to earn next month’s rent, swinging his hips from side to side and shaking his ass. It’s enough to lift the heaviness from my chest, a smile breaking over my face as I join him in swaying to the beat of the fast-paced song.

“There’s a smile,” he says, reaching over and running his fingers through my thick beard with too much familiarity and not enough all at once. Why did I decide Daniel wasn’t my type again? Because right now I’m pretty sure he’s checking every box I can think of. “Don’t worry about that douche, okay? You were too good for him anyway.”

I chuckle. “You hardly know me. Maybe I’m a douche too,” I challenge.

“I know enough,” he shouts over the music, spinning around so his ass is toward me and swiveling his hips invitingly. He turns his head, looking at me over his shoulder, and winks.

His ass looks tight and firm, perfect to dig my fingers into, to spread his cheeks apart and bury my face between them. My cock perks up, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

The song changes to one with a slower tempo, and Daniel turns back to face me again, stepping closer and looping his arms around my neck without hesitation, pressing his body against mine. I roll with it, wrapping my arms around his middle and swaying to the song with him.

“So, what’s the deal? Do you have shitty taste or bad luck?” he asks conversationally.

“Both?” It wasn’t intended to sound like a question, but fuck if I know. Maybe I’m cursed. Or maybe a happy ending was never in the cards for me to begin with.

Daniel bobs his head in understanding. “Relationships are bullshit.”

“You don’t mean that,” I argue, tilting my head back at Ren and Cole. “Look how happy they are. That’s not bullshit.”

“They’re freaks,” he says with a laugh. “The way I see it, it’s like winning the lottery. Do some people win? Of course. But it’s only enough people to keep the rest of us scratching duds the rest of our lives.”

“That’s goddamn depressing,” I sigh.

“Shit, I’m supposed to be cheering you up, not making it worse,” he says, pulling an apologetic face. “What I meant was everyone totally finds their soulmate and lives happily ever after. If they didn’t, then we’d all have to sue rom coms and like boycott all music, and hell, I don’t know, the Fleshjack company would go out of business.”

“I’m not sure that any of that checks out, but thanks for trying.”

About The Author

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K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together.

She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series.

When she’s not writing she’s a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero…just kidding, she’s likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.

linktr.ee/KMNeuhold

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