BLAST, BLITZ, PROMOS, REVEALS, & TOURS . . . : TOUR w/EXCERPT - You Can Have Manhattan by P. Dangelico

You are cordially invited to the worst wedding of the century.

You Can Have Manhattan

by P. Dangelico

September 10th 2019

You Can Have Manhattan, an all new standalone contemporary romance by P. Dangelico is LIVE!

The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . TOU CAN HAVE MANHATTAN . . . If you love enemies-to-lover, if you love wealthy-good-time-having-now-changed-former-bad-boy, if you love the girl-that-goes-after-what-she-wants, if you love slow building romance then yes. By all means pick up this copy of P.Dangelico's new romance.

These two have meet before. These two did not hit it off upon meeting for the first time. They are not exactly enemies, but friends would be a very far stretch of the words. Sydney and Scott have both been through much in their lives and have come out of the other side with a different view of life than when they went in. Now, this time around they both have something to gain and lose. Watching them work toward something more was beautiful.

BLURB

Sydney

I’m no stranger to hard work. It’s the one constant in my life. And with no family or friends to speak of, it’s been easy to pour all my time and everything I’ve got into my career as general counsel for Blackstone Holdings.

And, hey, I’m not complaining. I mean, life is good…sort of…mostly. It was perfectly fine until my boss offered me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. One I’d be crazy to pass up. All I have to do in return is marry his good-for-nothing son. I can do this. I can handle it…I think.

* * *

Scott

I’ve had my fair share of fun. Some would even say I used to be somewhat of a party whore. Pardon, party animal. I haven’t been that guy in a long time, though. Not since I moved to Wyoming, bought a failing cattle ranch, and turned it into a profitable business.

Life isn’t just good––life is great. Until a phone call from my father threatens the quiet, simple life I’ve built. Marry or lose everything. And to a woman who can’t stand me, no less. Well, I’m not going down without a fight. I’m never going back to Manhattan. Not if I can help it.

Download your copy today!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2y2H2QF

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/YouCanHaveManhattanPD

Nook: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDBN

Apple Books: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDAB

Kobo: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDKOBO

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2Yr813e

Excerpt:

“Just stand still for five more minutes…” Romeo scooted away and started running in circles around me, his entire massive Wolfhound body covered in shampoo. It was high time these two got a bath and the weather was finally cooperating. I’d found a spray nozzle out back and went to work. “Romeo! Get over here! Stop it.” The more I chased, the faster he ran, tongue hanging to out, tearing up the lawn because this was the best game ever! Then Juliet got in the mix, barking loudly, and it all went to hell. Romeo suddenly hit the brakes and shook, sending suds flying everywhere––and me screaming when some hit me in the face. “What’s going on here?” an amused man inquired. Behind me, Scott was grinning. Taking off his ball cap, he adjusted his hair and slammed it back on. “They smell like cow shit is what’s going on,” was the obvious reply. I wiped my brow with the back of my wrist and watched Scott’s gaze track up and down my body, taking his time to thoroughly evaluate my wet t-shirt covered in dying suds, my hair falling into my face, and my bare legs shoved into my Hunter boots. He was so distracted that he missed Romeo coming at him like a heat-seeking missile. Before he knew what hit him, Scott was on his back, lying spread eagle on the ground. Oh sweet, sweet vengeance. I still missed my orange ASICS. I doubled over in laughter while he blinked, trying to ascertain what the heck had just happened to him. Stepping over him with my legs straddling his body, I bent to get a better look and tipped his ball cap off his head. “You okay there, Sweet Nuts?” Next thing I know, I’m lying on top of him. Eyes hooded and aimed at my mouth, he murmured, “Better now, Sunshine.”We kissed and touched and got covered in mud. He stood, and with pure muscular power, took me with him. We peeled clothed off even though it was only March and still a little nippy out. Grabbing the spray nozzle, he hit me in the chest with the cold water. The look of pure shock on my face… “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.” He chuckled darkly. “And I’ll happily take it. This is better than a Girls Gone Wild video.” I snatched the hose out of his hands and aimed for the jewels, but he turned in time to save “future generations of Blackstones.” His exact words. I was also labeled a “genocidal maniac,” for my actions. Which was a bit extreme, if you ask me. After we’d rinsed the mud off, he wrapped his warmth around me, chased away the chill, and kissed me as he backed me up to the side of the house. His restless hands moving over me possessively, with the authority and conviction of a man who knew all my secrets and still wanted me.

Download your copy today!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2y2H2QF

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/YouCanHaveManhattanPD

Nook: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDBN

Apple Books: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDAB

Kobo: http://bit.ly/YouCanHaveManhattanPDKOBO

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2Yr813e

Author Info

Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.

Connect with P. Dangelico: