BOOK BLITZ: Dear Future Ex-wife by Jillian Quinn (EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY)

Dear book-lovers,

Welcome to another book blitz organized by Xpresso Book Tours for an adult contemporary romantic comedy Dear Future Ex-wife by Jillian Quinn. This blitz includes some details about the book, author, couple of excerpts, teasers and a giveaway. If you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter via link at the bottom of this post. So, here is the book of the day 😊



Title: Dear Future Ex-wife
Author: Jillian Quinn
Publication date
: April 23rd 2020
Adult, Comedy, Romance

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I, Harley McQueen, do not take Nathan King to be my husband…

I wish I could say no to this wedding. But to save our fathers’ company, my ex-best friend needs a fake bride to bail him out of his latest scandal.

Nate has a reputation with women.
I want the promotion my father has denied me for years.

Together, maybe we can make this fake marriage work.

As long as I don’t fall in love with him…


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Excerpt 1

“Hey there, Queen,” Nate says as he approaches me with a wicked smile on his handsome face. “You look happy to see me,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.

My throat closes up at the sight of him. His dark, wavy hair is gelled and styled to perfection. Tall and muscular, he fills out every inch of the navy suit that molds to his body. Women drool over him now, but I know the nerdy boy who had hair that would never stay put. His teeth were such a mess, he wore braces until our sophomore year of high school. And for a few years, I was several inches taller than Nate. But now, when he leans in to hug me, he has to dip down to meet my height.

He towers over me, his masculine scent filling my nostrils as he kisses my cheek. My skin tingles from the unexpected contact. Heat rushes to my face, which is now on fire from his delicate touch. He’s only doing this because he knows I won’t make a scene in front of our families. Nate takes every opportunity he gets to irritate me.

For as much as I hate him, I still miss him. So, when I hug him back it’s a real one. I don’t want to let him go, and the feeling seems to be mutual.

Nate clutches me, his fingers digging into my back. “You look good,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending chills down my arms. “I can see the Pilates paid off.”

I gasp at his comment.

Nate laughs in response.

Damn him.

I hate showing that he has any effect on me. More than anything I wish he didn’t have a single ounce of control over me. But he does.

Nate tugs on a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. He did this when we were kids because he thought it was funny when I slapped him. My former best friend was an oddball. And now, he’s doing it to torment me. Men like Nate can smell desire on women. He damn well knows I think he’s hot. Nate looks like a walking orgasm in his expensive, silky suit that was tailor-made for him. Everything about him screams sex and money.

“Let’s get started,” my dad says, snapping me back to reality.

I flick Nate’s finger, and he drops his hand to his side. He stares me down with his hauntingly beautiful eyes. When I turn my back to Nate, Stefan is still standing behind the chair he rolled out from the table for me.

Nate sits across from me, though no amount of space is enough because I can practically feel the heat from his gaze rolling down my arms. Our parents get comfortable at the heads of the table, my dad to my left and Richard on the right. Nate’s wingtip hits my heel under the table. I ignore him as he taps me again. A few seconds later, his silky dress sock slides up my calf. I stare across the table at him, and he challenges me with one look.

Do it, his eyes demand. Fight me, Queen.

I hold my breath when his foot grazes my inner thigh. His gaze is pointed down the table at my dad, but I don’t miss the corner of Nate’s mouth lifting slightly into a satisfied smirk. He wants to play with me.

Game on, King.


Excerpt 2

“Hey, you think I want to get married? That’s the last thing I want to do.”

Harley glares at me. “Happy to hear we’re on the same page because this wedding isn’t happening.”

I close the distance between us, our mouths inches apart. “It needs to happen.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” She shoves me out of the way and moves in front of the sink, her eyes fixed on me in the mirror. “You dug your own grave, and you should have to lie in it.”

“I know.” I reach out, seeking her warmth. “I’m sorry.”

She swats my hand away. “Don’t touch me, Nate. We’re not friends anymore.”

“I could be your friend again. We can do this, Harley.” I move behind her, leaning forward to press my palms to the counter, caging her against the sink. Harley breathes loudly when I inch my lips closer to her ear. “We can turn this into a game, like old times. You can be Harley Quinn, and I’ll be your Joker.”

She laughs. “You’re a joker, alright.”

“Okay, fine. I deserve that.” A beat passes. “We were good at pretending to be other people. A fake wedding will be a breeze for us.”

“We can’t get married,” she shoots back. “Even if I agreed to do it, no one would believe you’re in a relationship, let alone getting married. Not after all of the whoring around you’ve done this past year alone.”

“I’m not that bad,” I counter.

She snorts. “Please, Nate. If you want me to work with you, then don’t bullshit me.”

“We can make people believe this is real. You want to hate me, but I know you don’t.”

Harley rolls her eyes. “Think about how this will make me look, like I’m some doormat that you wipe your feet on after you’re done screwing other women. No, thank you. If I’m going to marry someone, it will be real. It will be special.”

“You can have anything you want,” I say, not above begging. “I don’t care what it takes.”

Harley looks down at the counter and sighs. “Nate, I want a real wedding. I want bridesmaids, flowers, the perfect engagement ring, a six-layer cake, the wedding gown I designed. And most of all,” she says, staring into my eyes. “I want to marry a man who loves me so much that he would dance with me under the stars, make love to me on the beach, and then whisper in my ear that he loves me. That he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I want it to be real.”

And I can’t lose you.



Author Bio

JillianJillian Quinn is an international bestselling author of contemporary romance. Her books are light and funny but also on the steamy side. So, don’t be surprised if you have to fan yourself with your Kindle.

As a lover of coffee and a collector of book boyfriends, you can find Jillian most days, thinking about her next romance novel as she pours another cup.



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This sounds like a fun, sweet and entertaining friends-to-enemies-to-lovers romance with fake marriage, probably some heart-break and HEA. What are your thoughts on the excerpts, teaser, synopsis and the coverAre you adding this romcom to your TBR? 😉

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