Release Blitz & Blog Tour: Sundays Are For Hangovers

SUNDAYS ARE FOR HANGOVERS
Authors: K Webster & J.D. Hollyfield
Release Date: May 21, 2018

About the book

For nearly a year, they’ve been at war.
Cops. Forks. Eggs.
Two feuding neighbors who couldn’t be more opposite, forced to live next door to one another.
Neither is backing down.

She drives him crazy wither her loud nineties rap music.
He gets under her skin the way he obsesses over his stupid lawn.

She fantasizes about having sex with the sexy nerd—but with duct tape over his dumb mouth.
He has dirty dreams of the bombshell beauty where he bangs the crazy right out of her—nightmares of course.
Anger isn’t the only thing heating up between these two.

They think this is a battle only one of them can win…
The growing attraction between them, though, seems to be far more stubborn than the two of them combined.

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EXCERPT 1

I stewed all day at work over the kiss that almost led to so much more. She’s making me lose my mind. I even made an error on a calculation and damn near accused the head of the mortgage department of fraud. What an ass I felt like when I reran the numbers only to conclude I was, in fact, wrong.
I’m never wrong.
I yank off my T-shirt and wipe the sweat from my face as I run. My phone is playing some old-school Metallica. The loud, raging guitars not only make me want to pull out my own guitar and start plucking away on some songs, but it also helps pump me up into realizing this morning was a mistake.
Lilith is hot, no doubt.
But I can’t stand her.
How does one want to fuck someone they hate?
I’m just rounding the corner to my street when I nearly trip over my own feet and fall. Lilith, in a black bikini top and a pair of cut-off daisy duke shorts, is washing her cherry-red Mustang in her driveway. The sun is going down, but the sunlight seems to seek her out. Golden strands in her hair catch the light and glimmer. I trot to a stop just to stare.
Fuck, there goes my resolve.
Wet. Bangin’ body. Tits and curves and that ass.
I’m hopeless.
I catch the old man, Mr. Daniels, across the street swinging in his porch swing, a goofy grin on his gray-whiskered face. It makes me want to build a fence in front of her house so he can’t look at her. Being President of the HOA, I could probably even get away with it…
“Yo, Wonka,” she calls out as I near. “You’re looking hot.”
I puff out my bare chest and smirk because at least someone notices all the hard work—
All thoughts are dashed when cold water blasts me in the face.
“Better cool you off!” she yells as she sprays me down.
She shoots my glasses right off my face and I end up dropping my shirt. I don’t stop to pick my shit up but instead chase down the blur who is now running from me while trying to soak me at the same time. I hook an arm around her wet waist but end up stumbling over my own feet since I can’t see where the fuck I’m going. We land in her grass with a collective “oomph.” She’s face down and my dick is conveniently pressed against her ass.
“You live to antagonize me,” I grumble as I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her.
She wiggles and the only thing she’s successful at doing is making me impossibly harder. “You started it.”
“And I’ll finish it.”
I tug at the string on her neck and then the one at her mid back. With a quick pull, I relieve her of her bikini top.
“Oh no, you just didn’t!” she squeals, a loud, adorable laugh escaping from her.
It’s then as I rise to my feet with her top in my hand that I realize my crazy neighbor is getting under my skin. She’s burying herself deep inside of me so I can’t think or focus on anything else. And I’m not sure I want to anyway.
She stands with her palms covering her perfect tits. Her smile is wicked as she arches a brow at me and backs up toward her house. “It’s on, Wonka. It’s fucking on.”
I smirk at her cute, dirty mouth. “Technically it’s off, demon girl.” I sling her top over my shoulder and walk over to collect my glasses and shirt. “Just face it, you’re not winning anything.” I slide on my glasses so I can fully appreciate the swells of her tits barely contained by her tiny hands.
Her back hits the front door and she shrugs. “We’ll see.”
And then she flips me off before slipping inside her house.
But not before me and Mr. Daniels get a nice, quick peek of a perfect tit I’m convinced I won’t see the last of.
Game on, Lilith, game on.

EXCERPT 2

A sexy, sultry, familiar chuckle fills my speakers and I almost wreck my car. Lilith? What the hell?
“Big D, I was busy,” she smarts off.
“Busy with what? Your hair is dripping wet and you don’t have any makeup on. And wait…is that a hickey?” Big D says, clearly amused.
She plays it off with a chuckle. “You say hickey, I say Tinderbite.”
I growl as I think about those fuckers who came on my property looking for her.
“Tinderbite?” Big D questions. “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“It means…” she trails off. “Whatever. Don’t judge, D. Like you haven’t ever been late. Everyone is late. It’s Monday, for crying out loud. I bet half our listeners are late and sitting in traffic on the 295.”
I crawl to a halt, indeed stuck in traffic on the 295.
She continues, “In fact, let’s take some calls. What excuse are you giving your boss this morning for why you were late? Does it beat ‘I-was-trying-to-cover-my-Tinderbite-with-foundation-and-failed-miserably?’”
Big D chuckles. “Okay, Lil, I’ll play your game. Let’s see what our listeners have to say. Call us at 555-732-WXOJ and let us know.”
I dial the number and wait in a queue while a guy named Brandon complains he’s late because his neighbor’s lawn service blocked his driveway and he couldn’t get out. A lady named Gwen tells us about how her son had a blowout with his diaper and she had to bathe him before she could leave.
Boring.
Answer, dammit.
“This is Big D,” he answers. “You’re on the air. Tell us why you’re late this morning.”
“Hey, I’m Wonka. I’m late because I spent all night exorcising my crazy neighbor’s demons.” I yawn for effect. “It took up a lot of energy and I was exhausted this morning. Although, I could have been a little later to try one more time.”
Big D snorts. “We’re calling it exorcising demons these days. That’s a new one. Thanks for calling in, buddy. We’ll take a new caller—”
“Wait,” Lilith’s voice says. “I need to hear a little more of this story. She sounds like quite the temptation. Definitely worth sinning for.”
Goddamn, she sounds so sultry on the air. My cock is hard.
“She does love red,” I admit. “It looks pretty good on her. She just needs a saint to tame her evil ways.”
She huffs. “I’m not—I’m sure she’s not evil. You sound kind of evil. Big D, he has an evil voice, doesn’t he? Probably does all kinds of crazy crap in his grandma’s basement.”
I cringe because she’s not far off from the truth…
Big D snorts.
“Oh, I’m definitely a saint. This one is as evil as one can get. Would you believe, speaking of Tinder, she sent all her failed Tinder dates to my house. Who does that?”
Big D laughs and Lilith lets out a hiss.
“Sounds like you deserved it, to be honest,” she says. “If I were her, I’d fork your yard just for being a pompous little man.”
“Little?” I choke out. “There is nothing little about me. In fact, she likes to call me Big Willy.” I pause for dramatics. “Like that big killer whale from the 90s movies. Also, she already forked my yard once.” Fuck how that shit pissed me off.
Big D is laughing, but Lilith is riled up.
“Usually, if someone goes as far as to buy fifty boxes of forks, they mean business. Their victim totally deserves it. Not to mention, she sounds quite dedicated. Do you know how long it takes to put over seven thousand forks in someone’s grass? All night, Wonka. All night.”
I laugh. “Well, she definitely has stamina. You’re right about that.”
“Pig,” she says. “Next caller.”
“Actually,” Big D tells her chuckling. “Big boss man is waving behind you to keep talking. Apparently, the listeners are blowing up WXOJ’s Twitter feed. They want to know more about the naughty neighbor from hell.”
“Ughhhhh,” she groans.
“Do you have all day? Because I have so many stories. Would you know she ‘accidentally’ egged my house once?” I question.
“Accidental eggings can so happen!” she argues.
Big D roars with laughter. “And how’s that? Was she on her way to an Easter egg hunt and took a little tumble onto her neighbor’s porch?”
“She probably was. You’re both pigs. Why are you siding with Not-So-Big Willy over here, D? I thought we were besties,” she says, irritation in her tone.
“Aww, girl, you’ll always be my favorite. Tell us more, though, Mr. Wonka.”
“She’s super crazy and obnoxious,” I explain to him. “But she kind of grows on you.”
“She sounds delightful,” Lilith says.
“A real peach,” Big D agrees with a snort.
I hear her slap him and him say, “ow.”
“I have a problem with her,” I tell them, growing serious.
“What?” Lilith asks, hurt in her voice.
“I wanted to ask her out, but she blew out of my house without giving me her number. Even though she’s borderline bananas, I’m quite fond of her cherry lips. What should I do?” I question.
“Awww,” Big D replies. “She sounds sweet.”
“Oh, she’s real sweet,” I agree.
“Anywayyyy,” she draws out, embarrassment in her voice. “Maybe she’ll see him later since they’re neighbors and all.”
“Maybe he can’t wait that long. Maybe he misses her already,” I mutter.
Big D chuckles. “Well, maybe he should do a grand gesture like show up at her work and take her out. I bet she’s real fond of cheap beer and greasy cheese sticks. But, hey, aren’t all chicks that way?”
“Well, I did learn where she works today,” I admit. “It’s a possibility. That would mean leaving work early, though, and I’m already late. I’m not really the kind of guy who lets his job slip to go on dates.”
“Sounds like she might be worth it, though,” Big D says. “Right, Lil? She sounds worth it?”
“Totally worth it. Bye now, Wonka. Good luck with all that. And now we have a song called ‘Creep’ by Radiohead. Seems fitting.”
The connection ends and soon Thom Yorke’s voice fills the line. I’m grinning like an idiot. On the way to work, I plot out a plan to show a wild, colorful, vibrant woman like Lilith Hamilton that I know how to be fun too.
I can be so fun.

Review:

Sundays are for Hangovers follow Lilith and Will, who are neighbors and enemies. They hate each other. Drive each other absolutely crazy. 90s rap music. Ruined lawn. Maybe a fireman or two. And a demon cat from hell. They get under each others skin. But they also can't deny the crazy and stubborn attraction they have for one another. What happens when they stop challenging each other, but face the challenges life throws their way instead?
This is the first book by K. Webster or J.D. Hollyfield I have read. I didn't know what to expect, but I loved every minute of it. It was funny, sweet, sexy, nerdy, and then some. I love enemies to lovers, so i was giddy to start this book, and it didn't disappoint. I loved the chapter titles, and the story, and loved the characters. Will was so much more than the stuck up nerd, and Lilith was so much more than the pain in the ass neighbor. It was a nice, quick read. If you are looking for an enemies to lovers romance, then I recommend Sundays Are For Hangovers! 4.5 ⭐ out of 5⭐

About the Authors

K Webster

K Webster is the USA Today bestselling author of over fifty romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, romantic suspense, taboo romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her hilarious and handsome husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
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J.D. Hollyfield

J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.

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