Today I am so pleased to welcome Saxon James to Joyfully Jay. Saxon has come to talk to us about her latest release, The Dating Disaster. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!

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I will not jump Marshall. I will not jump Marshall.

It’s getting harder and harder to keep my resolve and follow his lead when he’s so fucking perfect. Even without the tequila, our conversation hasn’t stopped once.

“… somehow, Robbie’s hand was broken, Kynan took the skin off his leg from ankle to knee, and Banjo looked like he’d stuck his finger in a power socket.”

I narrow my eyes. “And this all happened in the space of time you glanced down at your book and back up again.”

“I’m telling you; my brothers are crazy.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He shrugs, and I eye his big shoulders.

“Maybe you’ll see for yourself someday,” he says.

That snaps me out of it. “Naw.” I bat my lashes. “You want me to meet your family already? You really are a romantic.”

His laugh is deep and loud. “You don’t need to run scared. I only mean if they come to visit, or … well, if you don’t go home for spring break, you could probably tag along. Bowser does every year rather than fly home to Florida.”

“To … your place.”

“Yeah.”

“With your big family?”

“It’s not as noisy anymore.” He smiles. “Most of my brothers have moved out, except Banjo, who’s stayed to help my parents look after my grandparents.”

As much as I want to bounce up and down and say yes, pick me pick me, I’m also not going to get too excited over a throwaway invitation. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Cool. So, what’s it like where you’re from? I’ve never been to the East Coast before, but my brother Robbie is at college in Connecticut.”

“What’s he like? You talk about him all the time.”

“Well … like I said, we’re the closest. He’s the one you heard me on the phone to.”

“Is he like you?”

“No. When I said I’m different, I meant it. We look very similar, but he skipped needing the glasses. He also plays football and is part of a fraternity, which he takes very seriously.”

I amuse myself for a moment, trying to picture Marshall as a frat boy. Franklin U has an active Greek life, but I couldn’t see him fitting in with any of them. “He’s not a DIK, is he?” I ask, referencing the largest frat on campus. Apparently when it came to naming things, the Franklin U Kings didn’t give a FUK.

“No, they’re Sigma Beta Psis. Which I only know because he wears the merch everywhere at home.”

“He sounds cool.”

“He is. He’s never had an issue making friends.” There’s a wistful note to Marshall’s tone that I want to make go away.

“From the looks of things, you don’t have that issue either.”

“Yeah?” His expression is hopeful, and it warms me from the inside out.

I lightly tap his forearm. “Don’t fish for validation. We both know you have plenty of friends.” And he does. He mightn’t know everyone like me, but that’s not a bad thing. Especially when most people only know of me, and not all the rumors are pretty.

“Friends like you,” he says.

I force myself to smile and nod. “Exactly.”

“I’m glad.”

The words, his warm tone, the steady eye contact … it makes me feel more than the simple sentence should. So I do what I do best and make things weird. “And I’m glad I took your virginity.”

He bursts out laughing. “Yeah, umm … I’m glad you did too.”

I try to get a read on him. To work out if there’s any regret, or if he wants to go again, or if I really was a means to an end. He doesn’t give anything away. “It was good.”

“Yeah, it was.”

I’d do it again. I want to say the words so badly, it hurts to hold them back.

Instead, I grab the tequila. “Now that you’ve proved you can get through a dinner with me sober, I don’t see any harm in doing a shot together.”

“Oh, really?”

“Just one shot.” And hopefully, it’s enough to loosen up some of these worries I’ve got.

“Fine.”

I pour them out, and we do them quickly. Marshall grimaces the whole way through his while I try not to gag. Tequila is nasty. “One more?”

He opens his mouth, and I’m sure he’s about to say no when his gaze flicks to me and away again. “Go on. Just one though.”

I pour them out, and we shoot them. Then I replace the lid to stop from being tempted again.

“So …” I turn in my chair to face him, and Marshall does the same. We’re so close one of my legs is between his, and one of his knees is dangerously close to my groin. Feeling emboldened by the alcohol I know will be hitting me soon, I carefully rest my hand on his thigh, like it’s a totally casual move that doesn’t have my heart drumming against my ribs. “Have you had any dates since Lyle?”

His attention flicks up from my hand to my face. “I didn’t have a date with Lyle.”

Urg. It’s hard to work out if he’s being oblivious on purpose or not. “Fine, then … have you had any dates since … me?”

His stormy gaze holds steady. “No.”


Blurb

dating disaster coverFranklin University Series, Book 2

Felix

One date.

That’s how long it takes for Marshall Harrows to end up on my bad side.

Luckily I have no plans to see the giant teddy bear again. Except, when he shows up as my new housemate, I can’t escape him, and he’s just as irritating as I thought he’d be.

He leaves cupboards ajar and puts empty milk cartons back in the fridge. His bedroom door is always open, I find his underwear on the laundry floor, and he has this whole bashful sweetheart thing going on that I just … can’t … stand.

But the most completely, horribly irritating thing about him, is that he’s totally my type.

And my friends won’t stop setting us on blind dates.

Marshall

One date.

That’s how long it took for Felix Andrews to steal my heart.

The sparky little spitfire is everything I’m not. Confident, adorable, and completely outspoken.

He also wants nothing to do with me. Which is a real problem when I want to give him everything. Including my virginity.

But the more I try to gain his attention, the more I see the real him. The one who doesn’t feel worthy of being treated like anything other than a one-night stand. So I decide to take matters into my own hands.

A total do-over. One night. One date. Where hopefully I can steal his heart too.


Bio

saxon james bioSaxon James is an author from Aus who’s obsessed with writing queer characters.

She has a range of books from YA to adult and they all have one thing in common: swoony, sweet love.

When not writing, Saxon exists on a diet of coffee and chocolate while putting her KU subscription to the test.

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