Out of Line Series by Jen McLaughlin SUPER FAN EVENT!

 

Yahoo!  Happy Tuesday and Yahoo again!  

Ok, so it’s a huge day here at Read-Love-Blog because little ol’me has been chosen as one of the Out Of Line Series by Jen McLaughlin’s SUPER FANS! 

You may be asking yourself why and I am here to tell you, or rather show you, why I’m considered a super fan.  In my bio, I mention that I have quite a few book related tattoos.  After reading Out of Line, I knew I was 100% in love with Finn and what better way to show my bookish love than with another tattoo?  So, I went to my artist and we came up with a design: A red, white and blue surf board with “Finn” written across it….and the rest is history.  I think I may have shocked poor Jen when I showed her the picture after it was done haha!  I’m sure more than a few of you are thinking that I’m crazy and in a few years I won’t be happy with this tattoo…I’ll take this moment to also say that one of my other tattoos says “Je Ne Regrette Rien”.  Translated it means: “I have no regrets” which pretty much sums up my attitude on just about everything I do in life. And in case your wondering what my husband thought about having another guy’s name tattooed on me?  His motto is: “happy wife, happy life.” ….he’s a pretty smart guy.

So, here I am, a super fan and I thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my story!

XO

Jillian

My tattoo:

 

Now for some more Out of Line Series fun:

 

Out of Line

Desperate to break free…

I’ve spent my entire life under my father’s thumb, but now I’m finally free to make my own choices. When my roommate dragged me to my first college party, I met Finn Coram and my life turned inside out. He knows how to break the rules and is everything I never knew I wanted. A Marine by day and surfer by night, he pushes me away even as our attraction brings us closer. Now I am finally free to do whatever I want. I know what I want. I choose Finn.

Trying to play by the rules…

I always follow orders. My job, my life, depends on it. I thought this job would be easy, all the rules were made crystal clear, but when I met Carrie Wallington, everything got muddy. She’s a rule I know I shouldn’t break, but damn if I don’t inch closer to the breaking point each time I see her. I’m ready to step out of line. And even worse? I’m living a lie. They say the truth will set you free, but in my case…

The truth will cost me everything.

 

Out of Time

Desperate to keep him…

I’ve finally gotten everything I ever wanted: love, freedom, happiness, and, most importantly, Finn. Our love is everything I expected it to be and more. We’ve finally found each other, but the world seems determined to tear us apart. We thought my father was the only obstacle between us, but now it’s the military. With Finn’s departure looming, we’re squeezing in every moment together before we run out of time.

Trying to make every moment count…

Being Carrie’s bodyguard was one thing. Being her boyfriend is another. Every day she’s mine is a day the sun shines in my life. Yet our time together is running out. Her father will never think a tattooed Marine will be good enough, so I’ll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her love. But the road will take me away from the girl who makes me feel alive–the girl I can’t live without.

Time only gets us so far…

 

Out of Mind:

Reaching for sunlight…

Finn survived the ambush and came home to me, but in his head, the battle is still raging. He’s falling apart and I’m trying my best to pick up the pieces of him, to find the us we used to be. I love him as much as I ever did, but love isn’t enough to fix this. I thought telling my father about our relationship would be the hardest thing we’d ever have to face. I was wrong.

Lost in shadows…

All I wanted was to be worthy of Carrie. One mission, just one, and I’d be able to give her the future she deserved. Then everything went wrong, leaving me tainted and broken. Carrie wants me to be who I was, but all that’s left is what they made of me. I’m no good for her. No good for anyone like this. I have to figure out how to move forward. Alone.

Sometimes love isn’t enough…

DELETED SCENE from OUT OF TIME:

This scene takes place after Finn tells Carrie that he’s leaving. In the final copy, they don’t see each other much after that, at least not until their Christmas dinner. In my original copy…there was an extra scene. Enjoy. –Jen

I pulled the bike up into the spot closest to the beach. It was quiet as all hell right now, and no one was out in the water. Big shocker, there. Who the hell in their right mind went surfing at midnight? No one. That’s who.

But I’d been lying in bed, missing Carrie, and the idea had just kind of…come. And once it took hold, I couldn’t shake it off. The idea of being in the great ocean, with nothing but the moon watching us, had been too strong to deny. Soon, I’d be looking up at the moon from across the fucking world. This was one of my last chances to watch it with her.

And I wasn’t going to miss it.

I shut the bike off and offered her my hand so she could climb off. As soon as her feet were on the ground, she was taking her helmet off. “Wow. You can’t see a thing.”

“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.” I hesitated, removing my helmet and setting it down. “If your dad knew, he’d—”

She shot me a death glare. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“All right.” I tugged on my hair. It was too short to grab a nice chunk, though, so I let my hand drop back to my lap. “But if I say it’s not safe, then we leave.”

“Okay.” She looked out at the water. “Deal.”

Once we had our surfboards off of the bike—I’d had a board holder installed during our fight a few weeks ago—we both made our way to the water. The second we stepped into it, we both hissed. “Holy fuck, that’s cold.”

She laughed, flinging her head back. “It’s refreshing.” She kept going, even though I was a fucking icicle. “Come on.”

“Refreshing my ass.” I followed her despite the fact that my balls were shriveling with each step we took. A wave crashed in to me, hitting as high as my abs, and I cursed.

“Oh my God, how are you such a wuss?” She walked backwards, her face alight with a huge smile. It might be dark, but even I could see that. “It’s just a little bit of water.”

I took a big step toward her. “Did you just call me a wuss?”

“Uh…?” She stumbled back, her eyes wide. “No. Of course not. You were hearing things.”

“I don’t think so, Ginger.” I reached out for her, but she leapt out of the way. “I’ll get you, my pretty.”

She skittered back, her laughter ringing out. “No.”

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the chill, then dove under the swelling wave. I heard her squeal right before my head went under, then I swam toward her. I couldn’t see a damn thing, but I was counting on my sense of direction to lead me her way.

Thank God it actually did.

I touched the fabric of her suit. She tried to lurch back, but it was too late. I grabbed a hold of her, dragging her under with me. Within seconds, we were both drenched and freezing. When she started hitting me, I dragged us both up to the surface.

“Oh my God,” she spluttered, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Cold, Ginger?”

She smacked me again, on my left arm. “Yes.”

I laughed and hugged her close, then kissed her. She tasted like the ocean. My tongue stroked over hers, slow and unhurried. By the time I broke the kiss off, she was rubbing against me and practically purring. Christ, I loved this girl.

“Forgive me yet?” I asked, resting my forehead on hers. “I was just getting the freezing part over with quickly.”

“Oh, is that what that was?”

“Yep.” I kissed her again, lingering longer this time. “I’m not so cold anymore, and I’ll bet you aren’t, either. It’s like a Band-Aid. You gotta do it quick.”

She laughed. “You’re right. I’m not cold anymore.”

Her teeth chattered in the night. She was cold, whether she admitted it or not. “Well, since it’s even colder than I thought, we’ll catch one wave then go.”

I expected her to argue, but she just nodded. “We can’t have you sick. You leave soon.”

“Right.” I swallowed hard. I didn’t like thinking about leaving. Obviously, I knew it was happening, but I didn’t like to dwell on it. “All right. Who’s going first?”

“Me.” She climbed up on her board, and I did the same on mine, peeking over my shoulder. It was hard to see the size of the wave coming, but it looked small enough. “I’ll take this one, then you follow me with the next. I’ll wait for you on the beach.”

“All right.” I nodded. “But be careful.”

She laughed. “I will, sir.”

I held my breath as she paddled forward, her motions sure and smooth. She was silhouetted in the moonlight, her perfect form clear as day in the shadows. I watched her ride the wave through to the end, the grin on my face so fucking huge it hurt. When her feet hit the ground, she turned and waved at me, our signal that she was good.

I looked over my shoulder and started paddling forward to catch my own wave. And when I hit the sand, I was going to kiss her like I would never get to kiss her again.

In this world, you never knew when that just might be true.

 

Book links:

OUT OF LINE (Book #1)
Amazon  |  B&N  |  My review

OUT OF TIME (Book #2)
Amazon  |  B&N  |  My review

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About the author:

Jen McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She writes steamy New Adult books for the young and young at heart. Her first release, Out of Line, came out September 2013. She also writes bestselling Contemporary Romance under the pen name Diane Alberts.Since receiving her first contract offer under the pen name Diane Alberts, she has yet to stop writing. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.

Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, a cat, and a Senegal parrot. In the rare moments when she’s not writing, she can usually be found hunched over one knitting project or another. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.

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