New Release + Review + Excerpt: Too Much Information by Missy Johnson

 

 

Title: Too Much Information

Series: Awkward Love #3

Author: Missy Johnson

Genre: Romance

Release Date: April 16, 2018

Blurb

 

We’ve all been there.

One minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the

next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you

to the ER.

And not the closest one either.

No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five

minutes away is where you start your residency next week.

So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about

to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.

Of course he’s all three.

Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the

single most embarrassing moment of my life.

Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.

 

 

Julia’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:

Too Much Information is a laugh out loud romance that leaves you giggling long after you finish. Missy Johnson knows comedy, I love knowing that when I pick up one of her books I’ll be having gut-chenching laughter. Luke and Laura are now my favorite comedy couple. They are both so witty.

After finally using a gift card for a sex store Laura is the proud new owner of a finger vibrator. Since she’s pretty much naive in these things she doesn’t use it properly and ends up in the ER. Where a sexy doctor helps her out. Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe Laura when she sees the same man at her brothers house for dinner. Hilarious moment after hilarious moment ensues and we are left gasping for air from all the laughter.

I can’t describe how much I loved this book! The writing was perfectly witty, as was the banter. The characters were amazing. These two have a great group of friends. There are some serious moments that come to pass, and are handled well. It’s an all around perfect romantic comedy and I can’t wait for more from Missy Johnson!

Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt

Becca

pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by

this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s

the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.

“It’s me,”

she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”

“It’s

open,” I manage to get out.

She walks

in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs

clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a

dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with

only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now

that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to

me, crouching down beside me.

“Jesus, are

you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s

wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you

attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be

calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to

form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say

something.”

“No

ambulance,” I mutter.

I groan and

clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a

nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed.

Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in

her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out

of her head.

 “No fucking way,” she hisses.

I nod,

sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her

hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down

next to me.

“What do

you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at

her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”

“Becca,” I

growl, my voice high noting at the end.

“What? I’m

sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in

defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it

stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.

“Can we

discuss this later, after it’s been

removed from my vagina?” I beg her.

“Yes, yes,

I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”

“Car?” I

say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”

“You

seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change

down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she

stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You

understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”

I nod

weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.

 

She sighs

and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as

my body begins to convulse. God, not

again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth,

riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my

thighs again, until it passes.

“You’re

coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she

jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”

“Just get

it out,” I beg her.

“Fine,” she

grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress

and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash

do you use?”

Becs.”

 

“Right,

sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”

 

Also Available

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio

Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her

husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks

he’s a dog…you get the picture).

When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for

something to read.

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