This is my stop during the book blitz for The Bro Code by Jacqueline Patricks. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 6 till 12 September, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
The Bro Code
by Jacqueline Patricks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: September 6, 2015
The Bro Code:
1) Bros before hos.
2) Bros don’t leave their bros behind.
3) Bros don’t give their bros the silent treatment.
4) And bros never, ever, try to steal their bro’s girlfriend.
Best friends Jay and Mike live by The Bro Code. Their senior year of college is a time to party and prepare for graduation. It's not a time for relationships with serious girls like Amanda Slate.
Too bad they’re both in love with her.
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As a teen, writing became my passion, and like most aspiring writers, my work was terrible, immature, cliched drivel. I enlisted in the Army, attended college for my creative writing degree,and ended up a paramedic for over 20 years. Currently, I work in safety for a major industrial/construction company. Throughout my life, I've traveled far and pushed myself hard, striving to try almost anything at least once (except skydiving unless the plane is on fire).
I write like I live. Come and explore my imagination.
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Amanda Slate’s legs first got my attention at Mike’s annual Christmas party. She was wearing one of those short dresses that showed them off—and damn!—firm tan legs that went all the up as my gramps used to say. Can you tell I’m a leg man? Oh, I love the rest of the package on women too, but great legs are what I spot first. Tanned and toned with just the right amount muscle. No stick legs for me. I love a girl with some curves! And Amanda, well, she had all the right ones. Too bad I had no idea who she was at time, would’ve saved all of us a whole lot of trouble.
“Hey!” Mike said in my ear as he jabbed an elbow in my ribs.
“Ow!” I jumped. Beer sloshed in my festive red plastic tumbler. “Dude.”
“Quit staring at my girlfriend’s ass.”
“What?” I doubled-taked back to the leggy hottie across the room. “That’s Amanda? Holy shit.”
Holy shit was right. My best friend, Mike, had been going on and on about this new girl he’d met a few weeks ago. Most of what he’d blathered on about had filtered through my brain and spilled back out, but I do remember something about her being smart. Like doctor smart. That had stuck because Mike never dated smart girls. Too much trouble, he always said. I wouldn’t say I agreed with him, but I sort of viewed our college years for fun and tumbles. Smart was for after graduation.
“That’s her!” He grinned and that’s when I really noticed the spark in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say she’s applying for med school?”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded, “she’ll find out before we graduate.” He leaned close and whispered, “She’s worried, but I know she’ll get accepted.”
“Yeah?” A cocked an eyebrow while I kept my eyes on her. Amanda hadn’t noticed us talking about her, at least I don’t think she had. Her animated conversation with friends seemed pretty involved. What were they talking about?
“Absolutely! Dude, she has like a 4.0 GPA.”
Finally I looked at my friend. “Then what the hell is she doing with you?”
Mike laughed and sipped his rum and Coke. “The sex, man.”
“Right.” I looked at her again. “So you guys have…”
“Oh yeah, and she’s, well…” He blushed and ducked his head.
Mike sighed and shook his head. “I can’t, Jay.”
“Shit. You like her.”
Mike’s blush got redder, and he hid behind his drink. “She’s awesome.”
“What happened to bag’em and tag’em?”
“I thought we wanted play the field?”
“Jay, man, you don’t understand. I really like this girl. She’s not like the usual fluff.”
“Mike,” I grabbed his shoulder, “you’re freaking me out.”
He pulled away. “Don’t be like that. You just have to meet her, then you’ll understand.”
I don’t have to meet her. I already get it—was what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t blurt that out to my best friend. Maybe I should’ve. Would’ve fixed a lot things right then.