It’s release day for Jen McConnel’s Adventures Abroad series! Jen is sharing an exclusive excerpt about this fantastic travel romance series!
About the Books:
Four countries. Three girls. Three loves. One adventure abroad they'll never forget.
What Happens in London:
Sarah landed in London, just hoping to leave her home behind and escape her family. But she didn't plan on falling headfirst into Carson's arms.
Get ready for a summer of self-discovery and romance in the first of the New Adult novella series, Adventures Abroad!
Praise for What Happens in London:
"Travel through London with Sarah, you'll squee, laugh and swoon at her adventures, I know I did!"- Lisa Burstein, author of Sneaking Candy
What Happens in Paris:
Camie can't figure out what she wants, from college or life…until she meets Hunter. But will the magic of a romantic night in Paris last till the morning?
Fall in love with the second novella in the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!
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What Happens in Berlin:
Interrupting a summer of fun, Joelle takes a detour to Berlin for her older brother's wedding. Spending time with her family is enough to make anyone go a little crazy. She's ready to lose it...until she meets Vi, a girl ready to turn her world upside down.
Follow her journey in the third installment of the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!
What Happens Abroad:
After a summer of fun, Camie, Joelle, and Sarah are ready to reunite in Italy for one last adventure, but heartbreak waits in the shadows of the cobblestone streets. Can Florence cast its spell and turn lost love into a final fling?
Catch up with the girls in this final installment of the New Adult series about love, escape, and true friendship.
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“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” A familiar voice cut across the street, and I winced. Carson sauntered over to me, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a Styrofoam cup in the other.
I blinked at him, confused. “What are you doing here?”
“You mentioned where you were staying last night.”
I frowned, trying to remember. “I did?”
He slapped his hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “That’s the kind of welcome I get? A few dances and the lady doesn’t even remember me!”
I giggled, but pain shot through my head, and I winced.
Carson handed me the cup and the bag. “I thought you might need some hangover first-aid. You do like coffee, right?”
I nodded, taking the cup. “Actually, I like tea better, but coffee’s okay.”
Carson laughed. “Here I was trying to please your American sensibilities.” He shook his head ruefully. “If you want tea, we’ll find tea for you. That’s one thing we never run short of in London.”
I chuckled, taking a cautious sip. It was warm, but not too hot, and I took another swallow of the coffee. “What’s in the bag?”
“Hangover cure. I told you.”
I peeked inside. “A croissant?”
“Not just any croissant. It’s a chocolate croissant; you’ll love it.”
I took a tentative bite of the flaky pastry, and then I grinned up at Carson. “Oh my God. This is so good.”
He laughed. “I thought you’d like it. At least I was right about half the breakfast.”
“The coffee’s good, too.” I took another sip to prove my point.
“That’s good.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. We started to walk, and I hurried to finish the food. Taking the aspirin out of my bag, I popped a pill in my mouth and washed it down with coffee. Carson grinned at me. “Feeling better?”
I nodded, surprised that my head had calmed down. “Yeah. I thought it was a migraine.”
“Just a hangover. We drank a lot last night.”
I flushed, remembering the feeling of his hands running all over me on the dance floor. “It was fun.”
“It was more than fun.” His eyes sparkled, and his fingers began tracing lazy circles on my shoulder.
I shivered in delight. “So,” I said, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice, “what did you want to do today?”
His eyes danced wickedly. “Well”—he lowered his face to mine—“there are a few things I’ve had in mind,” he whispered, close enough that I could feel the vibration of his words against my skin. Hangover forgotten, I shut my eyes and parted my lips. After a moment, I felt him exhale against my mouth, and then his lips were pressed to mine.
The kiss was sweet and deep, and my body felt electric. God, so this is what I’d been missing all those years? I pressed my lips to his hungrily, but then he pulled back gently and smiled.
A Michigander by birth, Jen McConnel now makes her home in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She writes NA, including the recently released Adventures Abroad series (Bloomsbury Spark), the award winning YA novel Beautiful Curse, and various other works. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on her yoga mat or wandering off on another adventure. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time. Visit www.JenMcConnel.com to learn more!