About The Book:
Title: Out of Line Box Set
Series: Out of Line Complete Series
Author: Jen McLaughlin
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
All three OUT OF LINE books in one volume.
PLUS two bonus scenes AND the original ending to OUT OF TIME!
OUT OF LINE
I always follow orders. My job, my life, depends on it. I thought this job would be easy, all the rules were made crystal clear, but when I met Carrie Wallington, everything got muddy. She's a rule I know I shouldn't break, but damn if I don't inch closer to the breaking point each time I see her. I'm ready to step out of line. And even worse? I'm living a lie. They say the truth will set you free, but in my case...
The truth will cost me everything.
OUT OF TIME
Being Carrie's bodyguard was one thing. Being her boyfriend is another. Every day she's mine is a day the sun shines in my life. Yet our time together is running out. Her father will never think a tattooed Marine will be good enough, so I'll do whatever it takes to be worthy of her love. But the road will take me away from the girl who makes me feel alive--the girl I can't live without.
Time only gets us so far...
OUT OF MIND
All I wanted was to be worthy of Carrie. One mission, just one, and I’d be able to give her the future she deserved. Then everything went wrong, leaving me tainted and broken. Carrie wants me to be who I was, but all that’s left is what they made of me. I’m no good for her. No good for anyone like this. I have to figure out how to move forward. Alone.
Sometimes love isn’t enough…
Excerpt:
He tipped his head back and chugged the water. As he did so, I let my gaze skim over his body. He had injuries, sure, but he looked beautiful to me. Even more so than before, if anything. His ink still stretched over his muscles, and his muscles were still ridiculously hard and huge.
The heart under those muscles was still the same, too.
My stomach tightened and I forced my gaze away. I didn’t want him feeling pressured to do anything with me. Heck, last night had been pushing it. Although, it had seemed to maybe help a little bit... But the books said it didn’t.
“You can turn out the light now,” he said. I looked back at him, and he looked so vulnerable it hurt. “I know it’s not a pretty picture.”
“Finn, you look delicious.” I skimmed my fingers over his shoulders. “When I look at you, it takes all my control not to attack you. You don’t see what I see.” I touched the cut on his shoulder. “I see bravery. Love. A good man.”
I lowered my hand over the tattoo he’d gotten for us. It said: the sun is finally shining. Our code word for I love you. Guess we didn’t need a code anymore, though.
Everyone knew about us.
“I’m only good because of you,” he whispered. “You’re the only good part about me.”
“That’s a lie.” I placed my hand over his heart. “Your goodness is in here. It was there long before you met me. It was there when we met, and it’s what made me want to kiss you that first time. It’s what makes me want to kiss you now.”
He made a small sound and squeezed my thigh. “Then fucking kiss me already, Ginger.”
There he went using that nickname again.
He kissed me, his hand skimming up my body, and over my breasts, before settling on my lower back. He pulled me closer as his lips crashed over mine, stealing away all my thoughts. All my doubts. All he left behind was this. Us.
His tongue slipped between my lips, and I whimpered into his mouth. He swallowed my cries and his own moan melded with mine. I pressed down against his erection, my entire body begging for more, and I knew I was lost.
I always had been when it came to Finn.
The heart under those muscles was still the same, too.
My stomach tightened and I forced my gaze away. I didn’t want him feeling pressured to do anything with me. Heck, last night had been pushing it. Although, it had seemed to maybe help a little bit... But the books said it didn’t.
“You can turn out the light now,” he said. I looked back at him, and he looked so vulnerable it hurt. “I know it’s not a pretty picture.”
“Finn, you look delicious.” I skimmed my fingers over his shoulders. “When I look at you, it takes all my control not to attack you. You don’t see what I see.” I touched the cut on his shoulder. “I see bravery. Love. A good man.”
I lowered my hand over the tattoo he’d gotten for us. It said: the sun is finally shining. Our code word for I love you. Guess we didn’t need a code anymore, though.
Everyone knew about us.
“I’m only good because of you,” he whispered. “You’re the only good part about me.”
“That’s a lie.” I placed my hand over his heart. “Your goodness is in here. It was there long before you met me. It was there when we met, and it’s what made me want to kiss you that first time. It’s what makes me want to kiss you now.”
He made a small sound and squeezed my thigh. “Then fucking kiss me already, Ginger.”
There he went using that nickname again.
He kissed me, his hand skimming up my body, and over my breasts, before settling on my lower back. He pulled me closer as his lips crashed over mine, stealing away all my thoughts. All my doubts. All he left behind was this. Us.
His tongue slipped between my lips, and I whimpered into his mouth. He swallowed my cries and his own moan melded with mine. I pressed down against his erection, my entire body begging for more, and I knew I was lost.
I always had been when it came to Finn.
Individual Books:
Out of Line #1: Out of Line
Out of Line #2: Out of Time
Out of Line #3: Out of Mind
About The Author:
Jen McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She writes steamy New Adult books for the young and young at heart. Her first release, Out of Line, came out September 2013. She also writes bestselling Contemporary Romance under the pen name Diane Alberts.Since receiving her first contract offer under the pen name Diane Alberts, she has yet to stop writing. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, a cat, and a Senegal parrot. In the rare moments when she’s not writing, she can usually be found hunched over one knitting project or another. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.
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