Special expert for contemporary romance The Dating Tutor: Sasha’s Story by Melissa Frost

Today I’m featuring a special excerpt from the contemporary romance, The
Dating Tutor: Sasha’s Story 
by Melissa Frost.

You can read an interview I had with Melissa in January, too.

Melissa Frost grew up loving young adult
novels and continues to immerse herself in the current authors on the market.
In the fifth grade, she won a writing competition to work with children’s
author Colleen O’Shaughnessy Mckenna, and it inspired her to write stories of
her own. She never looked back.

A little bit about Sasha’s Story:
Sasha is perfectly content with her single status.
That is until Matt Wendell walks into her life. He’s the best friend of her
cousin, Alec, and the last guy she should get involved with. She’s learned that
hearts are too easily broken, and Matt is known for his lack of commitment.

Alec introduces the two under the
strict instructions that Matt is to learn how to become friends with a woman.
This task proves difficult, as Matt turns out to be charming, interesting, and
everything Sasha could ever want in a boyfriend. Alec’s instructions get harder
with each passing day, yet Sasha isn’t blind to Matt’s past.

Is she willing to give her heart over
to a self-proclaimed player? Can this non-committal hockey stud change his
ways? Or will he end up breaking her heart?

Buy Links:    Evernight
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Excerpt from The Dating Tutor: Sasha’s Story:
Football. The imbecile didn’t even
realize it was the soccer field. The football team practiced halfway across
campus. “Something like that,” she said with amusement, longing to see his
reaction to her plans. Stepping back from the trunk, she turned to fully face
him. Her eyes roved over his face for a moment before she closed the small
distance between them. She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned in
against his chest. She amped up her flirting to the next level, wanting him to
let his guard down completely. “Before we get started … kiss me. I want to know
what your lips feel like against mine. I want to know what you taste like.”

Without any hesitation, he lowered
his lips over hers.

And that was when Sasha pulled back
with a snort. “Alec was right. You have absolutely no idea what it’s like being
friends with a girl. You went into this with the instruction of ‘friends only’.
Yet you’re trying to kiss me ten minutes in.” Shaking her head, she grabbed the
edges of her sundress and pulled it up over her head. 
Underneath, she wore a
sports bra and a pair of bike shorts. From the trunk, she produced a pair of
knee-high socks and cleats.

Matt took a step back, looking
thoroughly stunned.

She turned her back on him, reaching
into her trunk for her soccer ball as she hid her smile. It really was a shame:
Matt was a charismatic guy, and he was so darn good-looking. He was into
sports, same as her, and they shared a close confidant in Alec. If she could
just get him to break down his walls and drop his act, there was a possibility
they truly could be friends. His adaption to the change in plans now would tell
her just how likely that outcome could be.

She roughly tossed the ball in his
direction, and he barely managed to catch it. 

Apparently, he was still working
through confusion and surprise at her abrupt change of attitude. She would just
need to help him along to a more modern way of thinking. 

“You know, the
majority of us don’t discuss lip gloss,” Sasha said with a snicker, referring
to a tidbit Alec had shared of Matt’s skewed views on women. “If you’d ever
bothered to hold a real conversation with a girl, you’d know that.” She bent at
the waist and threw her hair down toward the ground. Gathering it in one hand,
she bundled it all together in a high ponytail atop her head.

Flipping back up to face him, she
placed her hands on her hips. “Game on, Matty. Time to learn what it’s like to
actually hang out with a girl.” Ticking items off on her fingers, she made a
list of all the things they wouldn’t be doing. “No candlelight dinners. No
kissing. No eyelash batting. No flirting. I’m going to kick your ass out on
that field, and make you question everything you know about women.”

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