Feature: Firework Girls Series by Jordyn White

**Firework Girls Series by Jordyn White**

Good Morning Book Lovers! I chose to feature this series today because it is EXACTLY THAT! A series! Four books, each with their own excerpt. Awesome, right? I mean if you are considering a series, why not get a little snippet of everything, yes? Ms. White is new-to-me and these books sound quite steamy – so let’s find out more!

**Jordyn White**

**BIO**

Jordyn White writes steamy romances featuring smart, sexy women and the swoon-worthy men who adore them. Her sexy love stories are full of passion but don’t skimp on the tenderness. She’s addicted to trendy coffee houses, poolside lounging, and HEAs. When not tapping blissfully away on her laptop, she takes time to enjoy life with her husband and their children. 

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**FIREWORK GIRLS ~ series**

Series: Firework Girls
Publication date: September 11^th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy,Romance

**Book 1 ~ FORBIDDEN HEAT**

My plans for the future didn’t include falling for my professor. 

But how could I help being struck speechless by the sexy smile and warm intelligence of Professor Shane Brooks?

What starts as wistful gazing from the back of the room leads to stolen touches that melt my core, and ends with a midnight encounter right on school grounds. 

Those weren’t the kind of after-school activities I had in mind.

Will Shane hate himself for what we’ve done, or resent me for wanting it? I don’t know. I’m too lost in the heat of his body and the depths of his soul.

Sooner or later someone’s bound to find out about us, and it’s not going to be pretty. 

The only question is, are we strong enough to survive it?

FORBIDDEN HEAT is a full-length standalone in the Firework Girls contemporary romance series. Jordyn White takes you on a delightful journey of secret rendezvous, nerdy soulmates, and transcendent love in this completely swoon-worthy forbidden romance.

**EXCERPT**

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I’ve been at the pool for so long, I’m starting to worry he’s not going to show. I’m in the water, but haven’t been swimming laps. If he comes, sees me, and decides to bolt again, I’ll only have one chance.

It’s nearly eleven when Professor Shane Brooks walks through the glass door. I’m low in the water, my head just above the surface, so he doesn’t see me.

When he deposits his towel on the concrete bench, I smoothly lift myself out of the pool. I don’t even look at him at first. I rise to my feet, the water streaming off my nearly naked body. I know what I look like in a bikini, and for the first time in my entire life, I’m using it to my advantage.

I tilt my head back, smoothing my hands along my hair to ease out the excess water. I’m well aware of the natural back arch that occurs when a woman brushes her hands over her hair. I don’t over-exaggerate the movement or try to thrust out my chest like a cheap porn star.

Instead I allow my body to flow gracefully and trust Sam’s white, string bikini do it’s magic.

When I straighten, Shane Brooks looks like a deer caught in headlights.

I smile knowingly. “Evening.”

He blinks.

He looks ready to bolt, so I stay where I am. “Would you mind grabbing my towel?” I gesture to the far end of the pool, away from the door, where my fluffy, white towel awaits, next to my neatly-folded clothes.

His gentlemanly instincts take over and he goes to retrieve my towel. I’m both amazed and exhilarated to see my devious plan is working. So far, at least. I’ve never set out to seduce a man I wasn’t already in a relationship with. Is this how Sam does it?

I take a few steps away from the edge of the pool, but wait patiently for him to get my towel and bring it back to me. He’s looking as sexy as he always does, the tee he’s wearing hinting at the firm chest underneath.

He holds out the towel at arm’s length, clearly trying not to get too close.

I take it and drape it over one shoulder as the water beads up on my skin. I allow our eyes to rest on each other as he stands there, seemingly unable to move. His eyes keep sneaking downward, onto my bare stomach, my breasts, and lower. He’s apparently doing this against his will because he keeps snapping his eyes back up to my face.

I raise one eyebrow and put my hands on my hips. “Aren’t you going to swim?”

His lips part like he’s going to say something. Instead he frowns and turns away from me.

As he approaches the bench, I quietly follow him. He pulls off his shirt. His back is broad and muscular, tapering to a trim waist. The sight of his bare back gets me slightly off balance for the first time since he came in. I’ve been acting like the one in control here, but the feelings he gives me are enough to knock me on my ass, if I’m not careful.

He drops his shirt next to his towel and turns to find I’m not where he left me. His lips part with surprise, but his eyes trail downward again. This time, he lets his gaze linger. And linger. Drinking me in.

I slowly take a step toward him. He’s looking in my eyes again.

I’m pulled into his gaze. We fall into that look, that deep look we’ve shared before and suddenly it’s all over for me too. Gone the cool seductress. I could no more hide my desire for him than I could stop myself from feeling it.

And Shane Brooks? He looks like he’s fighting a battle to resist partaking of a particularly delectable treat... and losing.

**Book 2 ~ MIDNIGHT HEAT**

It’s bad enough to be practically left at the altar, even worse to rebound with the right guy at the wrong time. 

And timing is the only thing that’s wrong with Grayson, the heart-stopping, blue-eyed master of my body and soul for one perfect night.

But it was too much too soon, so I ran... left without a word. Stupid, I know. And yes, I’ve been regretting it. Every day. For months.

Then he storms back into my life. But this time, he’s not alone. Never mind that it takes only one look to churn up those old emotions. It doesn’t matter that my heart longs for him the minute I see him. He’s angry, he’s taken, and I’m left craving his touch, wishing I could go back in time and fix everything. 

There’s only one word for seeing my soul mate hook up with one of my best friends:

Hell.

MIDNIGHT HEAT is a full-length standalone in the Firework Girls romantic comedy series. If you like heat, humor, and all those falling-in-love feelings, you’ll adore Jordyn White’s sexy second chance romance. 

**EXCERPT**

“Wow,” I breathed as he set his keys on the counter and headed for the fridge. “I can only imagine the rent on this place.”

A tactless thing to say, I know, but I couldn’t seem to help myself around Grayson. It was like there weren’t any boundaries between us.

He didn’t seem bothered. “I’m not renting. I own it.”

“Ah. Well, that’s good.” I drifted toward large kitchen island. “A mortgage payment would be less than rent, I would think.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said distractedly, opening the fridge. “I bought it outright.” My stomach dropped to the floor. “Oh, good.” He pulled out a couple beers. “I thought I was out. Want one?”

“Um...”

He owns this place outright? That couldn’t be from YouTubing though. Right? Maybe he’s a trust fund kid like Isabella.

He was staring at me, wearing that shirt that stretched just perfectly across his pecs.

A sexy, sexy trust fund brat.

Or... maybe he was as successful at YouTubing as he said. I knew such things were possible. You know, in theory. But being five feet from someone who’s doing it made the whole thing seem more... real.

Within reach.

I was dying to ask him if he paid for his house with his earnings but I wouldn’t go that far. I’d said more than I should already.

“Or....” he said, seemingly trying to decipher my expression. “I may have a wine cooler in the fridge in the garage? That’s about it in terms of alcohol. I’m not as stocked as the bar, sorry.” But he smiled. “Or I have water? Tea? Coffee? There’s probably a can of pineapple juice in here somewhere.” Holding the two beers in one hand, he held the refrigerator door open with the other and leaned down, apparently looking for said can of pineapple juice.

I regained my composure and circled the kitchen island. I was being stupid about his financial situation, whatever it was. It wasn’t important and none of my business. Anyway, I figured I should focus on more important things. Like those sexy goddamn abs.

I drew close as he straightened up. I took one of the beers from his hand. My fingers brushed his and the jolt from touching him again raced up my arm and into my chest. I hadn’t cooled much during the drive. If anything the opposite had occurred, and I was really just trying not to completely launch myself at him. “This is great. Thank you.”

He looked at me, holding my gaze. If I’d had any doubts about his desire for me, I didn’t have any doubts then. The refrigerator door was still open and I realized we were letting the cold air out. I barely felt it though, I was getting so hot. We both knew why I was there and my body was ready to go. In fact, I was slick with wanting him.

I think I said something about needing a bottle opener, but I’m not sure.

His eyes never left mine. He set his bottle on the island, took mine from my hand, positioned it at an angle next to the counter’s edge, and popped off the cap with one swift tap.

Holding my eyes with a penetrating gaze, he held it out to me. I pursed my lips slightly and gave it a sideways glance, but didn’t take it.

He moved ever so slightly nearer. Inches away. My eyes travelled over his chest, lingering, then came up to meet his gaze.

“You wanted something different?” he asked.

He wasn’t asking about the drink any longer. He wasn’t smiling any longer either. He looked ready to gobble me up. Oh, how I wanted him to.

I placed my hand on his muscular forearm, my heart pounding so hard I wondered if he could hear it. “I could go for something different.”

**Book 3 ~ ETERNAL HEAT**

Erik Williams may be back in my life, but I don’t have to let him back into my heart. 

I may look calm, but on the inside I’m losing it. See that guy playing the piano on stage up there? Auditioning for the competition I’m supposed to win? Playing in an auditorium at my school like he belongs here?

I knew him back in high school. Scratch that. I was desperately in love with him in high school. And the same hands that draw magic from a piano drew magic from my body like it’s what he was born to do. He said he loved me, but how could he have? That guy broke my heart into tiny little bits, and never looked back.

Now he’s a fellow grad student, and I’m screwed. Because nobody plays the piano like Erik Williams. Not even me. But the worst part is Erik trying to claim my heart again, and my heart acting like he has a chance. 

But I won’t let him. I can’t. Not after what he did… all those years ago.

ETERNAL HEAT is a standalone in the Firework Girls contemporary romance series. If you like your heart torn apart and put back together again, you’ll love Jordyn White’s touching second chance romance. Pick up this sweeping, sexy saga today. 

**EXCERPT**

I glance at him. Our eyes meet for the briefest second before he looks away, like he’s been caught.

God, this is torture. My heart is racing, partly because I’m feeling trapped with nowhere to go and partly because he’s so damned handsome. Why is my body responding to him still? After all this time and after everything?

I’m an idiot.

I find a place to wait, as far away from him as I can reasonably get, and try to focus on why I’m here. Determinedly ignoring the pounding of my heart, I close my eyes and start to go through my pre-performance routine: deep breaths, mentally running through the piece, finger stretches.

I glance at him again. He’s sitting in a chair, legs outstretched, arms crossed, head slightly down. He looks sad, and like he’s a million miles away.

I soften slightly. An old impulse in me wants to go over and comfort him. But I don’t. We aren’t who we were all those years ago. And if he feels badly, he deserves it.

The performer before me finally takes his place at the piano.

As he begins his piece, I move closer so I can wait just off stage. Since I don’t have the end of my braid to play with, I keep running my thumb over the corner of my number placard.

As the performer before me finishes up and bows to the judges, I hear the footfalls of someone approaching from behind. By the way my skin is on alert, I know it has to be him. He settles to my right, waiting.

I look over at him. He’s looking at me too.

Why? I want to ask him. Why did you leave me like that?

Our eyes hold for a moment. The prior pianist leaves the stage, passing by us. My name is called. “Good luck,” Erik says softly.

I don’t answer. I don’t know if he’s trying to trip me up or not, but I’m not going to have a repeat of last time. I hold up my number for the judges, sit at the bench, and do my best to forget everything while playing Beethoven’s sonata.

At the conclusion I stand, hold my number again, and wait.

The judges call out my score—the highest pianist yet, I note—and dismiss me from the stage. My body hums as I draw closer to him. He’s waiting in the wings. I don’t look at him and I don’t wish him luck. I head straight back to the little table and turn in my number.

Then my old friend, the Pied Piper, begins to play.

I hover at the table, listening.

Slowly, I’m drawn closer to the stage, against my will. He is magic. His music ambrosia. I want to consume it.

I won’t get the judges’ comments until tomorrow, but if I were to describe my own performance, I would use words that have often been used to describe me in the past: “Flawless. Technically strong. A beautiful delivery.”

With a resigned sort of detachment, I know what I did and can call it as it was, without all the self-doubt that tends to hover over me like a black cloud. The fact that I did well doesn’t really matter though. Because if I were a judge describing Erik’s piece, I would say: “Stunning. Bold. Confident.”

He’s beyond technically proficient, and I already know I’ve been beat. If the judges don’t score him higher than me, they’re morons.

The next pianist on the program comes up next to me. “Pretty fucking good for a first year grad student,” she says, envy dripping off her every word.

“A first year grad?” I turn to her. Erik should be in his second year, like me. “Are you sure?”

She nods and we both listen as Erik receives his score.

A full twenty points above my own.

**Book 4 ~ NUCLEAR HEAT**

Let’s get one thing straight, marriage is fine for some people, but it’s got nothing to do with me. 

If you knew the truth about my past, believe me, you’d understand. But hey, I’m not complaining. I’ve got a good job. Great friends. When I need a little something in the man department, well... I’ve never had trouble getting that when I want it either.

Then Jack has to come along and screw it all up.

I never saw it coming. I mean, we’ve been friends for six years. Six. Years. But in one moment... one gooseflesh-inducing, world tilting, alarming moment... it all starts to change. 

Now this guy is giving me the butterflies, the sex dreams… the heartbreak. All of it.

Let me tell you something, the last thing I wanted was to fall in love.

I’m not happy about it either.

Not one damn bit.

NUCLEAR HEAT is the highly-anticipated final installment of the Firework Girls contemporary romance series, and may be read as a standalone. Jordyn White doesn’t fail to deliver with endearing characters, surprising twists, and an unstoppable romance that’s too hot to touch. Discover this fan favorite for yourself today. 

**EXCERPT**

“If I didn’t know better,” he says, giving me a gentle, teasing prod on the shoulder, “I’d think you were crying over some guy.”

My eyes widen and my reaction comes through on my face before I can stop it. He straightens sharply, blinking in shock.

Great. Just great.

I roll onto my side, away from him, one arm dangling off the table, my face on the edge. Yeah. We just need to stop talking now and he needs to stop looking at me and I need to stop looking at him.

He’s quiet so long, I wonder if he’s going to leave. Part of me wants him to. Part of me needs him to stay. Because being in love is a special kind of fucked up, I’m discovering.

I close my eyes. Why did he have to come now? Why did I have to fall in love with him?

I hear him get off the couch and walk around the table. It sounds like he’s sitting down right in front of me. When I open my eyes, he’s lying on the floor on his back, his body parallel to mine. His head is under mine, so I’m looking right at him.

There’s no escaping him now.

He’s wearing a pained expression I can’t interpret. “I’m sorry for teasing you,” he says. “Heartbreak sucks.”

Hot tears make another appearance, dammit. He reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek.

I give up.

My heart is aching. He’s killing me. I grab his hand, hanging onto it as he cups my cheek and neck.

“Ah, Sammy,” he says. “I know this is new for you, but it gets better.” He pauses. Again, that expression I can’t read. “Usually.”

I look at him helplessly. As much as I need and cherish his friendship, how can that ever be enough for me now? How can I pretend?

I tell myself I need to let go of his hand. But when I loosen my grip, instead of taking my hand away the way I meant to, I slide it down to his forearm and grip again, hanging on to Jack for dear life.

He follows the movement of my hand and his brows furrow slightly. He looks back to me, a question in his eyes. I’m too worn out and heartbroken to do anything but look back.

The furrow in his brows deepen. “Who,” he asks slowly, “is this guy?”

I press my lips together, the tears running fresh again. I can’t look away from him. I can’t hide it. Maybe this is what Ashley knew, and why she said to talk to him about it. I can’t hide this from him anyway.

A pained look crosses his face: confusion and disbelief. “Sam?” He chokes out my name, his voice a whisper.

It’s you. It’s you.

And I’m just one more woman he didn’t mean to make fall in love with him.

I give a weak shrug and find my voice at last. “Sorry,” I whisper. I didn’t mean to fall in love with Jack. I really didn’t.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise and dawning realization. Now he knows the truth, surely.

It’s only inevitable now: his “we’ll always be friends” speech, or “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea” speech, or “I’m in love with Emily” speech. Part of me is cringing against the horrible words I know are coming. Part of me is willing to beg. Beg.

Part of me doesn’t want to go one second past this moment, because there’s not one single thing Jack can do that won’t terrify me.

He has that deer-caught-in-headlights look. He’s still processing what I’ve revealed and he has no idea what to do next. No good can come from this. Why did I have to put the both of us in this awkward fucking position?

This time, I do move, only half an inch, intending to get off the table and away, but his grip on me suddenly tightens, keeping me here.

He’s looking at me differently now. Am I just imagining it? Am I reading too much into an expression like those ridiculous love-sick girls are so prone to do? There’s no denying I’m officially a ridiculous love-sick girl myself. But he’s looking at me almost the way he has in my dreams, like he wants me, too. But it’s even more than that. He looks hungry for me. I thought I knew every way Jack’s face could look, but I never could have imagined him looking at me like this.

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WOW! Those sounds pretty damn good to me. I wanted to read more of all of them! What about you guys? Are you guys intrigued? What did you like the most? I’m partial to excerpts because they give you a glimpse of what you will be reading and sometimes you can determine simply from that small piece if the book will be a good fit for you. These are going on my shelf. Have you guys read this author before? What did you think? Your feedback is always wanted.  I hope you all enjoyed your time here today. A thanks to Xpresso Book Tours for putting all of the info together. And a special thank you to Ms. White for allowing us to feature her book series today!

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