#ExtremeWednesday Snippet of Shredded by Tracy Wolff

#ExtremeWednesday Snippet of Shredded by Tracy Wolff
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From the author:
Hi Everyone! Hope you’re all keeping warm– it’s freezing here in Texas and we’re in the middle of
yet another snow day (which really means ice or sleet here, but you know ;) Anyway, I am so, so excited about the fact that Shredded comes out NEXT WEEK! I can’t believe it. It seems like I’ve been waiting forever for Z’s story to be available. To celebrate, here’s another excerpt Shredded, the first in my new Extreme Risk New Adult Series.

Advance praise for Shredded

“Z from Tracy Wolff’s Shredded is so hot he will melt your heart!”—New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy

“Shredded features two gorgeously damaged characters and an amazingly written story that kept me on the edge of my seat! Love it!”—Toni Aleo, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Assassins series


Z’s smile is back and for the first time I realize it’s not the smile I’m used to. Not the little half smirk, half grin he gives the world. No, this smile lights up his face. It creases his cheeks and the skin around his eyes. It’s a real smile, I realize with a mixture of discomfort and delight. For the first time since I met him—other than in bed last night—I think I’m getting to see the real Z. The one only Luc and Ash and Cam ever get to see.

“Good. You get dressed and I’ll make coffee.” He drops a quick kiss on my forehead before turning away.

I watch him walk away, my eyes glued to his very fine ass even as I wonder who actually looks that good in a pair of thick snowboarding pants. The answer is no one. No one, that is, except Z Michaels.
Though I dragged out my shower forever, I race through getting ready. I don’t know how long Z is planning on staying—probably not long—and I don’t want to miss a minute of the time I can spend with him. I know it’s a bad idea, know I’ll be disappointed if I put any hope at all into this thing between Z and me.

Which is stupid, I tell myself as I scramble into a pair of leggings and a fluffy green oversized sweater. It’s not like I want anything from him except breakfast. It’s just that it might be kind of nice to be his friend. I don’t have any, and he doesn’t have many. . . .

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