#TeamARI Blog Hop Bash
The Hazards Series (Books 1-3) by @AlyssaRoseIvy
We are celebrating the upcoming release of The Hazards Series (Books 1-3) and would like for you join in on the fun.
To enter to win an ebook of one of the first three Hazards books, just do the following.
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4. Comment on each pages post when done (you MUST comment on each page’s post).
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Closes Thursday 9 AM EST
Hazards Series Books 1-3
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/…/26000399-the-hazards-series-boo…
The Hazards Series Books 1-3
The Hazards of Skinny Dipping
This isn’t a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I’d be happy to recommend one, but I don’t have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It’s the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it’s also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.
The Hazards of a One Night Stand
One small town boy, one girl who wants more, one roll in the hay…
Hooking up with your high school crush is a bad idea, a really bad idea. It was only supposed to be one night, one brief departure from my real life, but nothing ever works out exactly the way you plan.
Colton Waters was everything from my past that didn’t fit into my present, so why did he have to show up at my college and pledge the one frat I couldn’t avoid?
Because nothing is ever meant to happen just once. At least not the life changing things that mean the difference between falling apart and falling in love.
The Hazards of Sex on the Beach
One broken heart, one drink too many, one steamy night in the sand…
No one warns you about the dangers of drinking with a broken heart. At least no one warned me. I never imagined I’d fall for a musician, especially not one like Chase, but then again I never expected to have my heart broken into a million pieces by the frat guy I thought was the love of my life.
Sometimes it’s the rash decisions, like hooking up in the sand, that lead you to the best places—the kinds of places where it’s possible to let yourself fall in love again