Author: F.X. Scully

F.X. Scully loves romance, but she doesn't write your typical Happily Ever After. Because let's face it, in the real world, it can sometimes take a lot of angst and pain before you get there. And some of us never do. But since most of us pick up books to escape the real world, her stories don't lack hot boyfriends and sexy encounters. Neither will she leave you completely heart broken, sobbing into a tub of ice cream. Rest assured you'll be on a roller coaster, but you'll be glad you went along for the ride.

F.X. is the author of TWO THOUSAND 3 (November 2013), BECAUSE OF LUKE (February 2014) and BLACKOUT (April 2014).

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Excerpt and Review: Black Rose by F.X. Scully

Excerpt and Review: Black Rose by F.X. Scully

Excerpt: He presses our mouths together gently and my stomach catapults and flutters so much it feels like I’m on some kind of roller coaster ride. And as his tongue finally darts out to taste mine, I realize that I am. That all this time I have been. From the moment I saw him at the hospital to the second he came to my rescue out in the driveway. His strange behavior at The L, the way he’s been looking at me lately. It’s been one big long ride, leading up to this moment. The moment where my legs turn to butter and an embarrassing little moan escapes me and I suddenly realize not every ride is a good idea. Review by Leah Oh, how I have been waiting to get my hands on this story.  On Luke’s story.I’ve loved him since book one, and was dying for more from him in… Read more »

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SPOTLIGHT: Blackout by F.X. Scully

SPOTLIGHT: Blackout by F.X. Scully

EXCERPT FROM AUTHOR: Are you serious?” I ask, yanking the covers off the bed.            “What the…?” He shoots up from his prone position, squinting at me.            “It’s freezing, Ross. We have no heat, no light. Why didn’t you pay these damn bills?” I ask, tossing the papers on the bed in front of him.            “I paid them. I always pay them. “ He’s hugging himself, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arms. “What the fuck are you talking about?”            All I can do is glare in response. “Fix it,” I say. “In the meantime, I’ll be at Coco’s.” I grab a backpack from the foot of the bed and begin shoving clothes inside. “I mean really? What’s so hard about paying the bills? What’s so difficult about making sure we don’t fucking freeze to death? Is it so hard to something right, Ross? Is it? Are you that… Read more »

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