Subscriber Wars, a sexy, new adult, rom-com from bestselling author, Kristy Marie is coming September. 30th!
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎… 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.
“Tsk. Tsk. Those rippled hills of ab muscles won’t save you, my little friend.”
I watch as the drop of water trails the length of Sebastian’s chest, dripping down his belly button. “Ah shit, wrong turn. Now, you’ll die a slow death in those stupid yellow shorts of his.”
The drop of water absorbs into the fabric of his waistband and disappears from sight. “Farewell, my friend. Hell might be hard, tanned, and smell like sunscreen and moonshine, but the ruler is quite the dickhead.”
I’m over-caffeinated and hangry as I watch as the chair thief behind the window slips a t-shirt over his head and fills a glass of water straight from the tap, pausing long enough to pop what looks to be a painkiller. It appears our neighborhood hoe bag had a rough night and an even rougher morning, considering he pretty much crawled to the kitchen.
A pot of coffee brews while he leans both hips against the counter, waiting while he smashed his temples between his palms. Poor baby. It’s hard staying pretty when you’re trashed and sleep-deprived, but somehow he manages, which is really a shame.
The last time I was hungover I looked like a literal troll, hissing at Aspen when she offered to wash the dirt and leaves out of my hair before I crawled into bed.
I frown at the window at his perfectly coifed hair and celebrity housewife complexion. He might look like he’s put together on the outside but underneath those ugly shorts is a mess of a man with the personality of a house cat.
Sebastian’s hand drops slowly from his temple and hovers in the air. He’s staring directly at me when he lowers all his fingers but the middle one.
Good morning to you too, jerk.
I can explain.
I realize the wig and makeup don’t help my case, but that’s not the point.
The point is, Sebastian came at me first.
He’s the one who started this war, but I’m the one who finished it.
I’m not even sorry about it.
Fine. Maybe I am. A little.
That’s the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so he—we—can win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus.
Don’t get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses.
🎬𝗔𝗥𝗖 & 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗼 𝗦𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗨𝗽
🎥𝗔𝗱𝗱 𝗦𝗪 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗕𝗥 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆
🎬𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗦𝗪 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀
🎥𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲’𝘀 𝗔𝗥𝗖 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺
🎬𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲’𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺
🎥𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆’𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀!
🎬𝗦𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆’𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗽𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁!
About The Author
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing are sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass.
Her favorite is, and always will be baseball. She’s such a fan, that
she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.