Maya Hughes: The Second We Met

As many of you may know, I love books. Reading was always my first love, and it was a thing between my father and I. He would always take me to a bookstore and let me get as many books as my heart desired. Fun Fact: He introduced me to Harry Potter by buying me the Sorcerer’s Stone VHS thinking I would like it, I loved it. My point is he is the reason I love to read. As many of you may know, I love books. Reading was always my first love and it was a thing between my father and I. He would always take me to a bookstore and let me get as many books as my heart desired. Fun Fact: He introduced me to Harry Potter by buying me the Sorcerer’s Stone VHS thinking I would like it, I loved it. My point is he is the reason I love to read.

I mostly enjoy books that will help me develop my career or master a hobby of mine. I love digital marketing and I love to write. I have three books along those lines that I will be reviewing on my blog within the next week or two. I love comtemporary YA/NA, which brings me to this ARC I am about to introduce. I mostly enjoy books that will help me develop my career or master a hobby of mine. I love digital marketing and I love to write. I have three books along those lines that I will review on my blog within the next week or two. I love contemporary YA/NA, which brings me to this ARC I am about to introduce.

There is nothing on Earth I love more (other than my kids) than book mail. Book mail is the best mail you can receive. Lately I have been receiving ARCs in the form of e-books, which is great, but I am old school I love me physical copies. I got Maya Hughes’ “The Second We Met” book in the mail and I could not be more excited. I opened the package and squealed like a little kid, hell, I even smelled the pages. The pages smelled delighfult incase you were wondering. There is nothing on Earth I love more (other than my kids) than book mail. Book mail is the best mail you can receive. Lately I have been receiving ARCs in the form of e-books, which is great, but I am old school I love me physical copies. I got Maya Hughes’ “The Second We Met” book in the mail and I could not be more excited. I opened the package and squealed like a little kid, hell, I even smelled the pages. The pages smelled delighful in case you were wondering.

This is book two in the Fulton University series, with “The Perfect First” being book one. https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B07R1T5L3D&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_Si7IDb2S950NT I cannot wait to dive in and start reading this book, after I am done with my other three. Just know a review is coming soon.

Gorgeous isn’t he

Title: The Second We Met

Series: Fulton U #2

Author: Maya Hughes

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Release Date: October 17, 2019

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Dear Jerk Across the Street, sorry for accidentally walking in on you and catching an eyeful of your—equipment. And hard pass on the open invitation to join you in the shower “anytime”, A-hole. 

That’s the note I should’ve written. Instead I sent a pleasant and apologetic version. 

Had I known Phoenix “Nix” Russo would’ve been the neighbor from hell, I’d have told him right where he could shove my words. 

Nix is the big man on campus with everyone lined up at his games to make sure he knows it. Sure, he’s got piercing green eyes, abs that don’t quit and a smile that could set fire to a set of panties from a hundred yards away, but he’s also the biggest pain in my ass.

Dear Pink-Haired Menace, learn how to take a joke and stop being such a kill-joy…

Elle Masterson called the cops on one of my parties—again. My sweet talking usually gets me out of trouble, but this time it got me into a nice pair of silver handcuffs. Now I’m on a reputation rehab tour with a stop at a spring break community service project. 

Guess who’s my new boss? 

Now we’re shoulder to shoulder, sweaty, tired and…she’s not anything like I expected. There might just be a heart under that hardass exterior. She’s invading my dreams and I can’t shake the feeling she’s the key to unlocking a piece of me that I’ve hidden away. 

It’s only a matter of time until she finds out why I’m really here.

Maybe I can break through her walls and into her heart before that happens…one screw at a time.

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