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What to Read Wednesday with Charlotte Stein author of Never Loved ~ Giveaway

Thanks for coming back for another round of What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Charlotte Stein to the blog. She’s sharing her typical writing day as well as her latest release Never Loved!

Afterward, don’t forget to enter her wonderful giveaway! The link is at the end of the post :)

Take it away Charlotte…

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My Typical Writing Day

 

  1. I usually begin by eating something. If I am five minutes from deadline this something is a handful of cheese and ten tons of chocolate. If I have lots of time, it might be a bagel or even some scrambled eggs!
  2. After the eating comes the long, long death struggle between the Internet, and actually doing some work. Generally, the Internet wins. Some days it has to win, because I need to keep up to date on industry news and talk to readers and things like that. But mostly it’s just me giggling over something Channing Tatum said, or posting pictures of his bottom on Twitter. If you would like more information on his bottom, you can find it here: @charlotte_stein
  3. Then comes the long death struggle between me and Hay Day. I should really never have downloaded Hay Day. Please, if you’re out there, and you need to get things done at any point ever in your life, avoid that nightmarish hell plague of a game like you would avoid…a…nightmarish hell plague.
  4. Once all of that is over with it’s normally time for lunch. If I’m on deadline, I eat chewing gum and jelly beans. If I’m not, I don’t eat anything I just play more Hay Day. Seriously how do I stop needing to feed my pigs? They are so hungry all the time. I can hardly bear to let them suffer!
  5. Finally, I get down to work. And then because I’ve procrastinated hours away, I do it until my arms ache and my butt hurts and one eye is twitching scarily.
  6. On a good day, I manage to write around five thousand words. On a terrible day, I write one paragraph and then agonise over it for three days, accept that I have to cut it, go back and rewrite it seven hundred times, and maybe understand where the story should go about a month later.
  7. By which point I am half-dead wreck who hasn’t seen the sun in decades.
  8. And then I do it all over again the next day! Sounds awful I know, but honestly I would not trade it for anything that lets you go to sleep at a normal time for a normal amount of hours. Unless cradling Channing Tatum’s bottom is a legitimate job, in which case how do I apply?

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Never Loved
Dark Obsession # 1

By: Charlotte Stein

Releasing July 21st, 2015

Loveswept

 

Blurb

Perfect for fans of Abbi Glines, the first novel in the Dark Obsession series tells the story of a beautiful wallflower who falls for a chiseled street fighter—and learns just how dangerous love can be.

Beatrix Becker spent most of her life under the thumb of her controlling, abusive father. And now that she’s free and attending her dream college, she has no idea how to act like the normal crowd: partying, going on dates, even having a conversation. Then she meets Serge Sorensen. Big and surly with a whole host of riotous tattoos, Serge is supposed to scare the hell out of her. But beneath his harsh exterior, Beatrix discovers a kindred spirit who knows what it’s like to be a misfit. Most exhilarating—and terrifying—is what he does for a living: illegal street fighting.

There’s nothing like the rush Serge gets from the intense athleticism and brutal glory of combat—though his chemistry with Beatrix comes close. Slowly at first, he introduces her to his world, where he lives by instinct, passion, and desire. He even helps her out with her equally traumatized brother. But when Serge gets in too deep with the wrong people, he ends up paying in blood. And suddenly, just as Beatrix has been drawn into Serge’s perfectly sculpted arms, she’s thrown once and for all into the fight of his life.

 

 EXCERPT

I know they are the ones I have to speak to. I recognize the guy with the tattoo of a hammer on his biceps, and some of the others look familiar from that bar on Maple Street. I’m pretty sure that’s the guy who pointed Tommy out to me, yet still I hesitate. Of course I hesitate.

They look like such an insane rabble. As I watch through the windscreen of my car, three of them start fighting. One of them pushes another one; the third guy grabs the first by his dirty tank top. Harsh words are exchanged, so fierce and forceful I can almost make out the spittle flying.

Then suddenly there’s a knife. I see its edge gleam in the bright sunlight, about a second before something red appears across the chest of the guy who started it. Blood, I think dizzily. That’s blood. He’s bleeding all over his own T-shirt, and though it isn’t anywhere close to a mortal wound, it doesn’t encourage me to get out of the car.

Nor does the way the fight ends. The one with the knife goes to slash at the other guy again, and I’m just about to cover my eyes with my hand when this enormous man comes out of nowhere. He lashes out with a hand like a shovel, and somehow the knife is on the ground. The brawling men are scattering, as though they were never there at all.

And I understand why.

The big one is pretty terrifying. And obviously everyone else thinks so, too, because they part like butter under a knife before him. He goes back to his bike without anyone so much as brushing his arms, and once there he sits down in a way that gets my attention in a fucking chokehold. I mean, he had it before, but watching the machine balk beneath his weight is something else. It actually seems to sag. I can almost hear its sound of protest.

God knows how he rides the thing. God knows about anything going on here. I try to make a list in my head of all the shenanigans that might be ensuing, but all I can come up with is drug ring. And I’ve got to be honest—I don’t think drug ring is a real thing. It sounds like something my father would have ranted about whenever I asked if I could go anywhere, or do anything, or be out past five in the afternoon.

The drug ring will get you, I think, which would probably be funny if I couldn’t feel his ghost pressing down on my shoulders at the same time. Or if I understood any of this on any level whatsoever. I mean, even if they’re not dealing meth to kids, or about to snatch me and put me in a van, a ton of this stuff is disturbing.

For a start:

Why are they all congregating outside an abandoned convenience store? It’s not even a nice one, with those signs people like to collect and stick up on their walls, or some remnant of civilization still hanging around. It’s an ugly rotten tooth of a place, striped all over with rust streaks and half sagging in the middle.

Yet here they are, milling around in this big odd jumble. Some of them have bikes; some of them have battered cars. Some are dressed in leather and denim; others wander around in mismatched tracksuits. In a couple of cases I spy business-wear, as though the wearers came straight here from an early-morning meeting. This is secretly the abandoned-convenience-store branch of GE, and in a second they’re all going to start funneling funds through accounts in the Caymans.

Or maybe I just hope that’s the case, because now I have to get out of the car.

I have to if I want to find my brother, yet somehow I’m still not doing it. Instead I take out my phone and call the only person who might be able to help me, even if I suspect she won’t be able to help me at all. When I left our dorm room, she was trying to decide if scarves are in or out now, which seems pretty far from this.

I’m not even sure if I should say. But I do anyway.

“Do you know anything about gangs that hang around outside convenience stores?” I ask, bracing myself for all kinds of answers. One time I tried to tell her about my brother and his problems, and she suggested I change my name so I won’t be bothered anymore.

Of course, I couldn’t explain to her why that was ridiculous. Whenever I try, I start doing something silly, like crying uncontrollably. I get this urge to start spilling all my secrets, and most of them barely make any sense. Sometimes I look back on them, and it almost seems as if they happened to another person—one who never had to hide a magazine with a man’s naked chest on it under her mattress, or push every clock in the house back by two minutes so Tommy would be home on time, or fear enclosed spaces in case the next time we never get let out at all.

Those things were just a dream.

This is the reality, where I am a cool and very normal—if slightly older than most freshman—college girl.

Or at least, I will be one soon. All I have to do is get through this latest disaster, and onward to the other side. On the other side is the possibility of being a proper person, a person who is successful at doing the things that everyone else does. I could be more interested in parties and hairstyles and dating, to the point where Sam might actually approve and maybe even remember me.

At the moment, that isn’t happening.

Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/03/never-loved-dark-obsession-1-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23433442-never-loved?ac=1

Goodreads Series Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/series/139124-dark-obsession

 

Buy Links:  Amazon | B & N | iTunes | Kobo | Publisher

 

Author Info

Charlotte Stein has written over thirty short stories, novellas and novels, including entries in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance and Best New Erotica 10. Her latest work, Run To You, was recently a DABWAHA finalist. When not writing deeply emotional and intensely sexy books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. For more on Charlotte, visit: www.charlottestein.net

 

Author Links:  Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads

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Posted by on July 22, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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What to Read Wednesday with Maggie McGinnis author of Once Upon a Cowboy ~ GIVEAWAY

It’s time for another What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome Maggie McGinnis to the blog. Maggie is talking about what she’d try on for size if she could freeze the world for two weeks. Afterward, check out her latest release Once Upon A Cowboy. Don’t you love the title? And don’t you love the cover? Then you’re going to definitely love the blurb and excerpt :)

Don’t forget to enter her giveaway, too. The link is at the end of the post.

Take it away Maggie…

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I Wanna be a Cowgirl

 

You know that question you get sometimes—the one that goes something like “If you weren’t an XXX, what would you be?” I have a hard time answering, because let’s face it. I’m pretty happy with exactly the life I have.

However … maybe if I could just freeze the world for a couple of weeks while I went off and explored additional options, I could totally get behind the possibilities.

Was I meant to actually be challenging Danica Patrick in next season’s NASCAR circuit? I’d love to get behind the wheel and try it! Is there an Olympic downhill ski racer hidden somewhere deep down inside? Could be, right? How about a singer on a Nashville stage? I could totally see that … because the talent would be built into the fantasy, right?

In the end, though, I really think I’d find my place somewhere in Montana, under huge blue skies, on a beautiful horse. I’d have great boots, a fabulous hat, and a stable full of gorgeous horses. I’d pack fried chicken picnics in my saddlebags and ride to secret waterfalls.  I’d have lots of sunshine, a view of the mountains, and a posse of gal-pals to share margaritas with on Friday nights.

And of course, I’d totally meet the cowboy of my dreams. He’d be gorgeous and sweet and strong and amazing, and we’d live happily ever after in a log cabin on a mountainside because, well, that’s how fantasies work.

But when it was all over, I’d pack up my Stetson and my boots and head back to my sweet house, kiss my fabulous husband, and hug my little ones hard.

After all, any fantasy I could come up with doesn’t come close to matching the one I already have.

So tell me … if you could freeze reality for two weeks and go play at something else, what would YOU do?

 

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Once Upon a Cowboy
Whisper Creek # 1

By: Maggie McGinnis

Releasing June 30, 2015

Loveswept

Blurb

In this sexy Whisper Creek romance for readers of Kristan Higgins, Susan Mallery, and Molly O’Keefe, a red-hot cowboy uses some Montana magic to give a reclusive beauty her happily ever after. 

Yoga instructor Jessalyn Alcott radiates peace, calm, and serenity—on the outside. Inside, she still feels like the broken, desperate girl from the trailer park. She’s got dark secrets she can’t share, which is why she never lets her relationships go beyond the third date. But when she travels to the Whisper Creek dude ranch for a friend’s wedding, Jess is enchanted by a cowboy whose deep blue eyes, dimpled smile, and rock-hard body make it tough to remember why she keeps running scared.

Cole Driscoll has struggled to find his place on a family ranch where he’s always played second fiddle. His future might be uncertain, but he’s sure of one thing: He wants Jess by his side. Easier said than done. When it comes to getting close, she’s full of excuses, and he longs to fix the hurt he sees in her eyes. Now that she’s at Whisper Creek, there’s nothing he wants more than to break down the walls around her heart and heal her pain with the power of love.

 Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/03/once-upon-cowboywhisper-creek-3-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23395415-once-upon-a-cowboy?ac=1

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/145426-whisper-creek

EXCERPT

JULY 25, THIRTEEN YEARS AGO

She’d always imagined a gun would make a louder sound, especially on a sticky summer night with only the crickets as competition. But it was more of a pop—like a kids’ toy rather than a lethal weapon—as Billy aimed it at the cashier and pulled the trigger.

Wait in the car, he’d said. I’m gonna get Old Man Mack to sell me some beer.

So she’d sat in the passenger seat, eyes glued on the store’s plate glass front window, figuring the worst he was going to do was pull his charming I-forgot-my-ID act.

Her hand went to her mouth as Mack grabbed his own chest, spun, and then fell behind the counter. She felt blindly for the car door handle as she watched Billy scoop bills from the cash drawer, but she couldn’t get out fast enough. She heard a strangled sound that must have come from her as he came flying out of the store carrying a case of Bud and the money.

He wrenched open the driver’s door and tossed the case toward her, then gunned the engine before he had his door fully closed. Gravel spit out behind them as he swung onto the pavement and shot the car toward downtown, and she couldn’t seem to take a whole breath as she watched the rearview mirror.

“That was Mack.” Her voice came out in a whisper. “You just shot . . . Mack.”

“You know him?” Billy looked over at her, then grabbed her knee. Hard. “Mack shoulda let me have the beer, princess.”

He squeezed harder, making her wince. “You didn’t see nothing, you got that?”

“God, Billy. We need to call the police. He needs an ambulance.” She didn’t dare crane her neck to look out the back window, but couldn’t get the sight of Mack crumpling behind the counter out of her head.

Billy let out a short, maniacal laugh that made her cringe. “People need to learn who’s in charge around here, princess. Sometimes you gotta teach hard lessons, you know?”

Oh, she knew, all right. Mack wasn’t the only one Billy was trying to teach lately. She felt for the door handle again, but the speedometer was holding steady at forty. Leave it to Billy to shoot a guy cold, then obey the speed limit all the way back to his apartment. She dug her fingernails into her palm, desperate to be out of this car—desperate to be as far away from Billy as possible.

She’d had her breakup speech memorized for three weeks now, but still hadn’t had the courage to deliver it. And now? She shivered, scared to her very core. If Billy’d shoot Mack over a case of beer, what would he do to her if she tried to cut him loose?

“We can’t just leave him there, Billy. What if he—dies?” Her voice cracked as she pictured Mack handing her a piece of bubble gum every Saturday when Grampy used to bring her in for a root beer and a scratch ticket.

“Who we gonna call, princess? The po-lice?” He drew out the word like it amused him. Billy looked over at her again, and she shrank toward the door. “We need to have a little talk about this?”

“No.” Their last little talk had left her with a bag of frozen peas on her ribs and a headache that didn’t go away for a week. She took a catchy breath. “No little talk.”

“Good.” He nodded, pointing toward the case on her lap. “Crack me one of those brews, wouldja? I think I earned it.”

 

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Author Info

Maggie McGinnis, USA Today Bestselling Author of Accidental Cowgirl and Driving Without a License, which was a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award is a former high school English teacher, an accomplished musician, and a certified black belt, who lives in New England with her family.

Maggie

Author Links: Website Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

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Posted by on July 15, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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What to Read Wednesday with Lena Diaz author of Exit Strategy ~ GIVEAWAY

Thank you for joining me on What to Read Wednesday! Today we have Lena Diaz visiting :) Lena is sharing some behind the scenes info of her latest release EXIT STRATEGY. I found it pretty interesting and think you will, too. I also enjoyed her blurb and excerpt…definitely gets your interest. This sounds like an action packed read.

Afterward, check out her awesome giveaway. The link is at the end of the post :)

Take it away Lena…

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EXIT Inc. – It’s Not What You Think

EXIT Strategy is the first book in my new EXIT Inc. series. But what, exactly is EXIT Inc.? The acronym stands for EXtreme International Tours. The company specializes in planning extreme outdoor adventures all around the globe for eccentric clients. And each client is assigned a tour guide who’s essentially a bodyguard and a survivalist, tasked with protecting the client and keeping them from getting killed on their wild and crazy adventure.

But of course, that’s not what EXIT is really about.

The tours are covers to explain the presence of the highly skilled operatives called Enforcers who take on missions all over the world, but whose core duty is to protect their country and its people from those who would do them harm. And if that means assassinating bad guys, then that’s what they’ll do.

EXIT is a privately held company with a secret association with the government to take on the toughest, roughest tasks that other alphabet agencies either can’t, or won’t take on. Not all of the guides are Enforcers, and not all Enforcers pretend to be guides. And the only one who fully knows who’s doing what and who’s on which side of EXIT is the owner of the company, Cyprian Cardenas. But is he a force for good, or evil? That question is explored in the series.

Okay, so EXIT is at its core a secret agency of assassins. There are tons of books like that. So what makes EXIT different?

Glad you asked.

There are two key differences between this series and similar ones I’ve seen out in Romancelandia. One–the agency in this series isn’t the ally, the homebase. It’s the enemy. Right off, in the first book–EXIT Strategy–the hero discovers that someone high up in the company is faking EXIT orders, the write-ups about marks or targets that explain what someone has done and why they should be assassinated. The key is in finding out who is faking the orders before more innocent people die.

Two–the moral and ethical questions the series delves into. Enforcers are extremely loyal to their country, want justice, and above all want to keep innocent people from being killed by terrorists or others who would do them harm. But rather than rely on a court of law for that justice, Enforcers are tasked with saving people by eliminating the threats pre-emptively. A bad guy is planning on blowing up a school? But there isn’t enough proof for a search warrant? An Enforcer would bust into the bad guy’s house anyway, do whatever it takes to get the information so he can save the innocent children. And the bad guy? Well, he won’t be around to be tried by a judge.

If you could stop a terrorist attack, or an attack by an average criminal, by killing the bad guys before they struck, would you? That’s the kind of ethical and moral dilemma these men and women face every day, and a powerful internal conflict the heroes and heroines have to address and resolve before they can trust, and love, each other.

And it all happens against a super action-packed, non-stopped thrill ride of a plot in each book. The EXIT books will steal your breath away and, I hope, leave you with a smile on your face at the end, feeling like good really does triumph over evil and that the redeeming power of love can save anyone.

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Exit Strategy
EXIT Inc. # 1

By: Lena Diaz

Releasing June 30, 2015

Avon

Blurb

Lena Diaz launches her thrilling new series featuring the undercover vigilantes of EXIT Inc. with a skilled operative putting his life—and his heart—on the line for a woman in trouble…

When Sabrina Hightower awakens to the sound of an intruder, she figures he’s there to rob her, murder her— or worse. She doesn’t expect to be carried off by a muscle-bound stud with male-model good looks… or that he came to rescue her.

Mason Hunt became an enforcer with EXIT Inc. to eliminate the bad guys—terrorists, militia groups, all those who would do America harm. But his latest target is innocent. If EXIT could lie about sultry, strong-willed Sabrina, what darker truths might they be concealing?

Going rogue in the rugged North Carolina Mountains, Mason risks everything to keep Sabrina close, especially now that EXIT’s lethal assassins are chasing them down. The heat is on… but it’s nothing compared to the slow burn of seduction.

 

 Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/05/exit-strategy-exit-inc-1-by-lena-diaz.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23367394-exit-strategy?ac=1

Goodreads Series Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/series/139120-exit-inc

 

Buy Links:  Amazon | B & N | iTunes | Kobo | Publisher

 

EXCERPT

She wasn’t sure who was more surprised. Her, because he’d managed to break into her home, again, in spite of three bodyguards. Or him, because she was naked.

One thing was for sure, he wasn’t shy about enjoying the view. His dark gaze roamed leisurely over the upper swells of her breasts crushed against his chest, before he looked her in the eyes. The sudden pressure against her belly told her he wasn’t unaffected by her nakedness.

Her face flamed and she tried to tell him to let her go, but her words came out muffled against his hand. His erection continued to harden against her belly, and since that’s where her hands were trapped between them, she was literally getting a handful of him.

A flash of heat swept through her, making her lower belly clench and her toes curl against the floor. To her shame, her body was just as turned on as his, and the shiver that swept through her was just as telling as his erection.

His mouth curved in a knowing smile.

Damn him.

He bent down toward her. Was he going to kiss her? She hoped so. Because this time a Kevlar vest wouldn’t save him from her bite.

But instead of kissing her, he pressed his lips close to her ear, his warm breath tickling the fine hairs on her neck.

“We need to talk,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin, raising goose bumps. “I’m going to move my hand. If you scream and alert the guards downstairs, I may be forced to kill them in self-defense. Neither of us wants that. I just want to talk to you. That’s all. Do you understand?”

He waited, his body pressed against hers so tightly that she could feel his heartbeat against her breasts. She didn’t doubt what he’d said. If she screamed, he really would kill the men tasked with protecting her. She slowly nodded, letting him know she understood and that she wouldn’t make a sound.

“Only whispers,” he said. “We’re going to have a calm, quiet conversation.”

She nodded again.

He moved back, just enough to pull his hand away from her mouth.

She licked her dry lips.

His erection pulsed against her hands.

Part of her was so mortified that she wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. The other part, a part she didn’t even recognize, wanted to stroke that impressive erection through his jeans just to see how he’d react.

“Please,” she whispered, refusing to meet his gaze, afraid he’d see the confused jumble of fear and desire roiling inside her. “Let me get dressed.”

Surprisingly, he immediately stepped back.

The heat in his gaze reminded her that she was still standing there, completely naked. She ran into the bathroom for a towel.

Author Info

Originally from Kentucky, romantic suspense author Lena Diaz also lived in California and Louisiana before settling in Northeast Florida with her husband, two children, and a Shetland Sheepdog named Sparky. A Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finalist, she’s won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and has been a finalist for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. She loves to watch action movies, garden, and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky Mountains.

 Lena

Author Links: Website Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads

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Posted by on July 8, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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What to Read Wednesday with Megan Frampton author of Put Up Your Duke ~ GIVEAWAY

I’m so glad it’s time for What to Read Wednesday :) Please help me welcome author Megan Frampton to the blog. She’s talking critique partners and then sharing her latest release Put Up Your Duke, book 2 in the Dukes Behaving Badly series.

After you check out her blurb and excerpt, don’t forget to enter her wonderful giveaway! The links are at the end of the post :)

Take it away Megan…

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No author writes in a vacuum (because, you know, that sucks!). Many authors, me included, have a critique partner—someone who reads the work as you’re writing, who offers encouragement, advice, and a sounding board for when you’re not sure just when the hero and heroine should kiss (spoiler: I write romance).

When you’ve found the right critique partner, as I have, you know the person will have your back, even if they don’t agree with you all the time.

Take, for example, my relationship with my critique partner, Myretta Robens. Myretta is as crucial to my process as my own hours at the keyboard. She tells me to ‘just keep writing’ whenever I worry the book is terrible (that happens a lot), she lets me know if my ideas and characters work, and she reins in my language when I’ve used something not current to the period (I’m writing early-Victorian historical romance, so I can’t say something is totally awesome, for example).

She also tolerates my idiosyncracies. Namely, my love for large-nosed men, many of whom have acted as inspiration for my heroes. I can date my fascination for the Victorian period to my first viewing of North and South, the miniseries based on Elizabeth Gaskell’s book of the same name. More specifically, to the miniseries’ hero, played by Richard Armitage.

Let’s pause a moment to swoon, shall we?

But Myretta does not agree with my assessment of Mr. Armitage’s particular charms. In fact, when I first started talking about him, she dubbed him ‘Ratface’ because of his large schnozz. I have to admit, it is rather long and pointy. That’s why I like it. And why I like David Gandy, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, and Takeshi Kaneshiro.

So when we first started working together, I would share pix of Armitage to illustrate what my hero looked like, and she would respond, shortly and succinctly, ‘Ratface.’ Eventually, she shortened it to ‘RF.’

But that’s the beauty of a critique partner’s feedback—you can take what works for you (in this case, that Myretta knows word origins and makes sure my words are of the period) and what doesn’t (that Richard Armitage looks like a rat). If the worst thing she ever tells me is that the actor I find to be the most gorgeous thing in the entire world looks like he might steal my cheese, I’m okay with that.

 

Put Up Your Duke

Put up Your Duke
Dukes Behaving Badly #2

By: Megan Frampton

Releasing June 30, 2015

Avon

Blurb

 

He was once happily bedding and boxing, but in the newest DUKES BEHAVING BADLY novel, Nicholas Smithfield has inherited a title and a bride…

To keep his estate afloat, the new Duke of Gage must honor an agreement to marry Lady Isabella. Stunningly beautiful, utterly tempting, she’s also a bag of wedding night nerves, so Nicholas decides to wait to do his duty-even if it means heading to the boxing saloon every day to punch away his frustration.

Groomed her whole life to become the perfect duchess Isabella longs for independence, a dream that is gone forever. As her husband, Nicholas can do whatever he likes-but, to Isabella’s surprise the notorious rake instead begins a gentle seduction that is melting every inch of her reserve, night by night…

To his utter shock, Nicholas’s discovers that none of his previous exploits were half as pleasurable as wooing his own wife. But has the realm’s most disreputable Duke found the one woman who can bring him to his knees-and leave him there?

 EXCERPT

And then, then when she felt like she might be going cross-eyed from staring so closely at his mouth, he leaned forward and pressed those lips against hers.

His fingers moved to behind her ear, holding her gently in place. His mouth felt warm and delicious, and she imagined she could feel the contact of his lips all over his body, even though they were only touching in—one, two, three places. Their mouths, his fingers behind her ear, his thigh pressed against hers.

How was one supposed to breathe? She didn’t want to exhale from her nostrils onto his face, since that seemed like it would be unpleasant, and she couldn’t exactly breathe with her mouth, since it was otherwise occupied.

Thankfully, it seemed that he had to breathe as well, since he disengaged and drew back for just a moment, giving her enough time to draw a deep breath, before returning his mouth to hers.

Only now—now it felt as though his lips were parting, and she could feel his breath in her mouth, only it didn’t seem odd at all. It felt as though they were joined together in just that one spot, breathing the same air, almost the same person.

Except that he was a very tall, very charming, apparently-very-conversant-with-such-matters duke, while she was a not as tall, very polished, but not-very-aware-of-anything-that-might-happen-between-a-man-and-a-woman duchess.

He drew back again, but only just barely. She felt her insides flutter as his eyes met hers. “You haven’t been kissed before.”

It wasn’t a question, but instead of the sharp, irked feeling she got when her mother said such things, she felt as though he’d spotted something about her no one else ever had. That no one else had ever gotten close enough to know.

That no one had been privileged to know before.

“No,” she said, shaking her head a tiny fraction.

An almost arrogant smile came across that mouth, and she felt her own mouth start to curl up in response.

“Is that some sort of thing men like? To be the first one a lady has kissed?” she asked, startled by her own boldness. Not to mention her own ability to form a sentence, given how fluttery she felt.

“Not usually.” It sounded as though he was actually pondering her question rather than giving her the expected answer. “But with you—you’re different. Somehow it feels different,” he said in a wondering tone of voice.

But before she could respond to that, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again, this time using his lips to coax her mouth open as well.

Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/05/put-up-your-duke-dukes-behaving-badly-2.html

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Goodreads Series Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/series/127805-dukes-behaving-badly

 

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Author Info

Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction as Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband and son.
 

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What to Read Wednesday with Laura Drewry author of Accidentally in Love ~ GIVEAWAY

Thank you for coming back for another round of What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome Laura Drewry to the blog. She’s talking about lies and her latest release Accidentally in Love. The cover is gorgeous, don’t you think so? 

Afterward please check out her giveaway. The link is at the end of the post :)

Take it away Laura…

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HAVE YOU SEEN THE GODFATHER?

“The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.” ― J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

If you believe the research, the vast majority of us lie on a regular basis – and often we’re lying about silly irrelevant things. Case in point, I read somewhere that approximately 30% of people say they’ve seen The Godfather when in fact they haven’t.

Now, I ask you – why on earth would a person lie about something like that?

According to the New Testament, “the truth will set you free,” and while I certainly believe that’s true most of the time, sometimes. . . .well. . . .not so much. If you ask your partner how you look in an outfit – one you’ve spent time putting together for a special occasion – and he or she says it makes you look fat/horrid/old/frumpy, how is that setting either one of you free? Truth is, it’ll probably start a fight and nobody wants that. LOL Of course I’m not saying your partner should lie to you. . .I’m just saying that wise ol’ Dumbledore made a very good point.

Telling the truth is where Ellie Palmer (ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE) gets herself into trouble because she doesn’t lie. Ever. If someone asks her a question, she tells them the truth even if it’s not what they want to hear. She tries to be gentle, but the fact is, sometimes the truth hurts and there’s no easy way around that. She’s lived her whole life this way, so when things go sideways and she’s forced to not only lie, but to lie to her best friends. . .she has no idea how she’s going to do it or if she’ll even be able to pull it off. And worse, how can she ever expect them to trust her again once they find out what she’s done?

Unlike Ellie, it’s not unusual for most of us to tell little fibs during the day. Someone asks how you’re doing, you say fine, when in fact your head’s pounding, you said something to your child this morning that left you feeling like the worst mother in the world, and a cold sore is starting to form on your top lip (which should be in full bloom just in time for your next big meeting). So are you fine? Ha! Not even close – but you lie and say you are because, frankly, it’s just easier sometimes.

So, for the record, I have actually seen the movie, The Godfather, but I have not read the book. Nor have I read The Outlander series which makes me probably the only person on the face of the earth who hasn’t. I have most of them on my shelf, I just haven’t read them yet. There, I admitted it, and you know what – the New Testament might be right – the truth did set me free a little.   :)

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Accidentally In Love
Friends First # 3

By: Laura Drewry

Releasing June 16, 2015

Loveswept

 

 

Blurb

Fans of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery will love Laura Drewry’s warm and humorous new Friends First romance, a sexy romp about a good cop and a bad girl playing hard to get. 

Ellie Palmer and cops don’t mix, and getting pulled over by Officer Brett Hale—again—doesn’t help. Neither does being forced to take a safe-driving course with him. Brett’s by-the-book attitude leaves Ellie ice-cold, and his rock-hard body won’t change that. Still, the more time she spends with the guy, the more she finds herself warming up to his unexpected charms.

Even though Brett comes off like a boy scout, Ellie has sparked something he wants badly enough to get him to rethink his past mistakes. But when her ex shows up, Brett makes it his mission to keep Ellie safe in the here and now. His gut tells him the guy’s trouble, and Ellie must agree, because she doesn’t complain when Brett pulls her close. To keep her safe, though, he’ll have to choose between breaking her heart . . . and breaking the rules.

EXCERPT

“License and registration, please.”

Before Ellie could respond with her usual grunt and eye roll, her friend Jayne leaned way over from the passenger seat, straining against her seat belt until she was lying straight across Ellie’s lap and peering out the driver’s side window.

“Hey, Brett—how’s it going?”

“Hey, Jayne.” Dudley Do-Right lifted his chin at Jayne in one of those man-type greetings, then turned his attention back to Ellie as he tucked one arm of his sunglasses inside the pocket of his vest. “License and registration, please.”

Seriously? What for?”

Standing on the side of the road in his perfectly starched uniform, his hand extended, palm up, Constable Brett Hale exhaled a long, slow sigh and repeated the same sentence he’d said to her so many times since she’d moved to this small B.C. town over four years ago.

“You were observed operating a motor vehicle at a rate of speed higher than the posted limit.”

Why couldn’t he ever just say she was speeding?

“Gimme a break.” Ellie barked out a short, harsh laugh. “I couldn’t have been doing more than eighty-five kilometers an—”

“Eighty-seven.”

“Oh, pardon me,” she scoffed. “Eighty-seven. And you’re going to write me up for going seven clicks over the limit?”

“Normally, the answer to that would be no.” Hand still out, Brett’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, but other than that, his expression remained stony as ever. “But this here’s a seventy zone.”

“It’s what? No, it’s not!” Ellie craned her neck around, seeking out the nearest speed limit sign, which was a good couple hundred meters back, and, of course, all she could see was the back of it. Not helpful. “It’s eighty. I’m sure it’s—”

Of course now she wasn’t sure at all.

“I can walk you back to look for yourself if you’d like.”

“Told you,” Jayne muttered, making a point of digging her elbow into Ellie’s thigh as she pushed forward again to look up at Brett’s face. “Are you going to make it to ball practice tonight?”

“What?” Ellie gaped at Jayne, who didn’t so much as blink back at her. No one had said anything to Ellie about the cop playing on the team. Not that she could have done anything about it, but a heads-up would have been nice.

“I’ll be there. Which field did you book?”

“The fastball diamond at six.” Her elbow jabbed deeper as she shifted a little to the right. “It’s all we could get tonight, but we’re on the slo-pitch field next week.”

“Ow!” Ellie tried to shove Jayne off her lap, but Jayne was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and the harder Ellie shoved, the deeper Jayne dug in.

“I’ll be there.”

“Great!”

Ellie glared at Jayne, who shot her a quick wink, then shuffled her body back to her own seat. Cocking her jaw to the side, Ellie shook her head slowly and waved her hand between Jayne and Brett.

“Do you two need help with the batting order, or can I get on with my day now?”

Brett blinked down at her, clearly unamused. “License. And. Registration. Please.”

Shit.

The last time he’d spoken to her in that tone, she’d wound up in the back of his police cruiser for almost half an hour while he took his sweet time running her license through the system. While she’d steamed back there on the molded plastic seat, Dudley Do-Right sat in the front seat plunking away on his computer and completely ignoring her. For all she knew, he could have been leveling up on Candy Crush or updating his Facebook status. The only time he acknowledged her was when she told him she could tap out Morse code faster than he could type.

And even then, his only response was a slow turn of his head and his usual flat stare.

Not wanting to end up in that backseat again, where God only knew what kind of bodily fluids had been overlooked at the last cleaning, Ellie hesitated for a second before huffing out a breath.

“Relax, Poncherello, don’t get your Kevlar all in a bunch.” Lifting her wallet from between the front seats, she waved a finger toward the glove box for Jayne to dig out the registration.

“Surprised he doesn’t have all your info memorized,” Jayne muttered as she rummaged under and around the owner’s manual, tire pressure gauge, various maps, and Ellie’s stash of red Swedish Berries.

“Thank you.” Brett took the papers Ellie handed him, then bobbed his head toward the back of her old Beetle. “Turn your engine off, please. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time.” She let the sarcasm drip slowly as he ambled back to his cruiser, then she turned and called out her window: “Just remember we have ball practice in a couple hours!”

“Stop it,” Jayne warned. “You were the one speeding, Ellie; he’s just doing his job.”

“Give me a break—it’s not like I was all over the road or anything. They should spend less time worrying about stuff like this and more time tracking down murderers and drug dealers.”

“Murderers?” Jayne snorted. “There hasn’t been a murder here since . . . I don’t even know. Before I was born.”

“What about drug dealers? You can’t tell me we don’t have any of those kickin’ around this town.” Ellie shut the car off and turned the subject back to the ball team. “And what’s the deal with him joining the team? I thought we had a full roster, so what do we need him for?”

“Because he’s Nick’s best friend, he’s a hell of a ballplayer, and it’s a beer league, Ellie, which means not everyone’s going to make every game, so why not bring him in? Besides, next to you, he’s the most competitive person I know, so maybe he can help us win a game or two.”

“I’m not that competitive.”

“Oh, really?” Jayne snorted. “So it wasn’t you who tried to rip the handle off the foosball table last week?”

“Wha—?” Her sputter stopped in mid-denial, giving way to a guilty smile. “Regan cheated—she spun her player, and you’re not allowed to do that!”

“Uh-huh. Okay.” Rolling her eyes, Jayne twisted in her seat and stared straight at Ellie. “I wish you’d give Brett a break.”

 

 Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/03/accidentally-in-love-friends-first-3-by.html

Goodreads Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23636585-accidentally-in-love?from_search=true

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/143634-friends-first

 

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Author Info

Laura Drewry had been scribbling things for years before she decided to seriously sit down and write. After spending eight years in the Canadian north, Laura now lives back home in southwestern British Columbia with her husband, three sons, a turtle named Sheldon, and an extremely energetic German shepherd. She loves old tattered books, good movies, country music, and the New York Yankees.

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What to Read Wednesday with Darcy Burke ~ GIVEAWAY

I love What to Read Wednesday and am so glad to introduce everyone stopping in today to author Darcy Burke. She’s visiting and sharing her playlist as well as a blurb and excerpt from her release When Love Happens. I love that title, the cover, and the awesome blurb :)

Afterward, don’t forget to enter Darcy’s wonderful giveaway. The link is at the bottom of the post!

Take it away Darcy…

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When Love Happens Playlist

 

I don’t always listen to music when I write. For me it’s definitely a mood thing. Which is kind of dumb now that I think about it, because it always works to put me in a groove (pun intended) and it tends to help me write at a quick and fluid pace. So when I sat down to write WHEN LOVE HAPPENS I knew I had to write fast with a deadline looming in just over a month (true!). For the first time ever, I developed a playlist for the book and I think it really helped.

Today I thought I’d share some of the songs from my playlist with you and why I chose them for this book.

Something in the Way by Nirvana—This is just kind of a sad song, isn’t it? It seemed to fit the melancholy that haunts Tori in the wake of her brother’s death.

Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5—This song has an angrier edge and represented some of the tension and frustration between Tori and Sean. I have to admit I love me some Maroon 5. (Sad is also on the playlist.)

Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall—This is a great song with a fantastic beat. The lyrics sort of match how Sean sees Tori—the map of his world and he’s captivated by her.

No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine—Everything about this song works for the romantic themes in this book. The fantastic beat, the rush of emotion she conveys when she sings, and the lyrics speak to so much of what is between Sean and Tori. I don’t want to break it down too much because it might be spoilery!

Come Back to Me by David Cook—I love David Cook and I chose this song because Sean is really hoping that Tori will find her way back to him through her grief.

Light It Up by OneRepublic—I wish I could say there was a lyrical reason for this on the list, but I just really like this song and the sexy beat is great for sexy scenes!

When You Say Nothing at All by Ronan Keating—Notting Hill is my very favorite romantic comedy, and Sean and Tori watch it in the book. There’s another important reference that I won’t mention here because spoilers!

Sister by the Dave Matthews Band—I’m a massive DMB fan (of the twenty-nine songs on the playlist, eight are by DMB). If you’ve never listened to them or find them to be meh, I encourage you to give Sister a listen. If your eyes are dry by the end, you are a more stalwart listener than I! I imagine this was a special song between Alex and Tori. As a sister myself with a brother I adore, it never fails to hit me right in the feels.

I know some writers can’t listen to music with lyrics while they write because it’s distracting, and I have to admit I sometimes end up rocking out when I should be writing! Do you listen to music when you’re doing other tasks? It’s a must for my husband—silence drives him insane—especially in the car. I actually rarely listen to music in the car at all. I do some of my best plotting there and the music definitely distracts me in that situation. Hmmm, I’m learning some fun things about my process today! Also, what sort of music do you like? Are you musical?

Thanks for having me here today!!

When Love Happens

When Love Happens
Ribbon Ridge # 3

By: Darcy Burke

Releasing May 26th, 2015

Avon Impulse

 

Blurb

In a town as small as Ribbon Ridge and with a family as large as the Archers, even the best kept secrets don’t stay buried for long…

Tori Archer is married…well, on paper anyway. She hasn’t actually seen her husband since the disastrous morning after their impulsive Vegas wedding. The memories of their intense passion may still make her weak in the knees, but Tori knows their marriage was a mistake.

After six months filming abroad, television producer Sean Hennessy wants nothing more than to track down his sexy, captivating wife and get her into bed… fast. So when his boss sends him to Oregon to persuade the famous Archer sextuplets-the former stars of a reality TV show-to do a reunion special, Sean sees the perfect chance to win Tori back.

Only, Tori wants nothing to do with him and is determined to push him away. But their attraction is as hot as ever and Sean will do anything to prove their relationship was more than just a fling…because he knows that when real love happens, it changes everything.

 

 Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/04/when-love-happens-ribbon-ridge-3-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23149166-when-love-happens?ac=1

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/117022-ribbon-ridge

 

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EXCERPT

Sara turned to look at her and Maggie who were perusing the crowd. “Are you checking out men who aren’t your husband or boyfriend?”

“Yeah, you want to join us?” Maggie said, sipping her beer. “Ten o’clock, hottie with brown hair and stubble.”

“Nice,” Sara said, dropping her hands from her arms.

Tori exhaled, feeling better that Sara’s senses weren’t spun up. And since they were all occupied, she could finally excuse herself.

“I like that one better,” Sara said. “Two o’clock, near the bar. Dark wavy hair, great outfit.”

“Are those tailored jeans?” Maggie asked, leaning forward and squinting for comic effect. Both Sara and Chloe laughed.

Tori turned her head to check this guy out for herself. And nearly dropped her beer.

“Hey, I met that guy earlier,” Chloe said. “At the fondue table. He’s British. Drop dead sexy accent.”

“Oh.My.God.” Maggie sucked in a breath. “British accents are my Achilles heel. Don’t tell Kyle.”

“I’m totally telling Kyle, and you can thank me,” Sara said. “He does a great Scottish accent.”

Maggie grinned. “Yes. Yes, on second thought, please tell Kyle.”

They all laughed while Tori’s insides curled into a nausea-inducing mass. She had to get out of here pronto. “I’ll leave you to your browsing.” She turned to go and stopped short as the man they were discussing wove toward them. Move, Tori. Pick up your feet and move. But she couldn’t. It was as if she’d rooted to the floor.

“Oh crap, he’s coming this way!” Sara giggled.

“He must’ve seen us staring.” Chloe laughed, her eyes dancing. “Oops. Guess we’ll have to blame it on Tori since she’s the only single one of us. Don’t want him thinking we’re interested!”

“No, don’t do that,” Sara said, flicking a nervous glance at Tori. “Tori isn’t interested either.”

Tori stifled a ridiculous urge to laugh. She’d been more than interested. Once. God, that felt like a lifetime ago. She braced herself as he came to stand before them.

And stared directly at her, his deep blue eyes seeming to bore straight to her soul.

“Hi ladies.” Was he going to pretend they didn’t know each other?

See?” Chloe said sotto voce before clearing her throat. “Hi. Welcome to Ribbon Ridge.”

“Thank you. It reminds me of villages back home—quite lovely.” His gaze was glued to Tori as he said lovely. His English accent flowed over Tori, eliciting the same visceral response she’d had when she’d met him nine months ago. Maggie might dig British accents, but for Tori, they were auditory aphrodisiacs. Especially when paired with lush cobalt eyes and a smile that could melt a glacier. She was annoyed to find she hadn’t become immune during the months they’d been apart.

“Hi, I’m Maggie and this is Chloe, Sara, and Tori.” She gestured toward each of them as she spoke. “Are you here for Oktoberfest or something else?”

“Something else.” The corner of his mouth lifted in the barest hint of that sexy smile Tori had fallen in lust with. And damn it if her knees didn’t wobble. “I wonder if I might borrow Tori for a bit?”

Tori resisted the urge to gauge the others’ reactions. Let them draw their own conclusions—she knew she’d have to explain later. But right now she wanted to know what in the hell her husband was doing here.

She forced a tight smile that was more for her sister and the others than for Sean. He might still stir her desire, but seeing him dredged up a whole host of other feelings she preferred to bury. Regret, self-disgust, guilt. “Sure.”

He offered her his arm and she took it, lightly curling her fingers around his forearm. She could feel his muscles and tendons through the cotton of his white button-down shirt. And his heat. Touching him, she decided, had been a lousy idea.

“See you later,” he said to the others, allowing his mouth to curve into that full devastating grin.

Tori had almost forgotten how gorgeous he was. Almost.

She glanced at her sister who watched her with surprise and mouthed, “who is he?”

Tori said nothing, just shook her head. Her stomach tossed as she realized she’d finally have to come clean. First, however, she had to deal with Sean: find out what he was doing here and then tell him to go away—for good.

Author Info

Darcy Burke is the USA Today bestselling author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily-ever-after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations.

A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids-who each seem to have inherited the writing gene in some form-and two Bengal cats. In her “spare” time Darcy is a serial volunteer enrolled in a 12-step program where one learns to say “no,” but she keeps having to start over. Her happy places are Disneyland and Labor Day weekend at the Gorge.

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What to Read Wednesday with Gina Gordon author of RUSH ~ Giveaway

Happy What to Read Wednesday! Thank you for joining me on the blog and please help me welcome author Gina Gordon. She’s sharing her bucket list as well as her release RUSH! I can’t take my eyes off that delicious cover…how about you? As for her bucket list, I have a few of those same items on mine. It’ll be an adventure to see if we get them all ticked off :)

Afterward, please click on the link at the end of the post to enter Gina’s wonderful giveaway :)

Take it away Gina…

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Gina Gordon’s Bucket List

 

In my new release Rush, Everly Parker has no clue how to go about completing a bucket list left to her by her late grandmother.

Everly has spent her entire life with her nose stuck in a book and this bucket list was her grandmother’s final attempt at trying to get her to experience life. Enter Max Levin who offers to help her check off the items.

I have my own bucket list.  While my list isn’t as theoretical or as daunting as Everly’s, it’s a set of items that I’ve accumulated over my 34 years and one day hope to place a check mark beside each of them.

 

  1. See humpback whales (as of April 11, 2015, this item has been checked off!!!!).
  2. Drive down a dusty dirt road in a convertible a la Thelma and Louise.
  3. Visit Jim Morrison’s grave in France.
  4. Visit every province and territory in Canada.
  5. Learn to speak Italian.
  6. Go on a road trip – no plans, no destination.
  7. Get a tattoo.
  8. Go to an ashram and learn to meditate.

RUSH

Rush

By: Gina Gordon

Releasing May 12, 2015

Loveswept

 

 

Blurb 

In this edgy, sizzling romance for fans of Monica Murphy and Abbi Glines, a bad boy shows a straitlaced law student how to slow down and savor the good things. 

Everly Parker is about to graduate from law school, always busy, and can’t stop rushing through life. Her late grandmother left her a bucket list of meaningful, can’t-miss experiences, but she hasn’t completed a single one. Then searing-hot Max Levin bursts into her world. As a casting director for a porn production company, Max is loaded, cocky, and all wrong for Everly. Still, she’s tempted enough to cross the first item off her list: Go out with someone you’d never give the time of day.

Inheriting a porn empire isn’t every guy’s dream (well, actually, it probably is), but Max isn’t complaining. It’s just that until he meets Everly, he has no idea what he’s been missing. As the pressure mounts to take over the family business, Max can’t help wondering what would happen if he chose Everly instead. So far, his life has been a wild ride, but only Everly promises the greatest rush of all: love.

 EXCERPT

I think I might have read the same sentence at least five times.

Something about tort law and insurance? But I wasn’t interested. I was more interested in the conversation going on three tables away. That my two roommates—my best friend, Grace Nolan, and her co-worker/mentor, Sadie Spencer; or rather, Jade and Stella—were actually considering moving from the escort business to porn. I wasn’t surprised. They both had a thirst for life, and Grace had student loans coming out of her ass. I envied their ability to work without a plan, as I needed one. Needed to know where I was going and what I was doing at all times.

Despite my fascination with their career choices, I was even more interested in the six- foot-three inches of rock-solid male who was gentlemanly enough to get out of his seat and help me with my books.

Max Levin.

He was . . . attractive. The kind of attractive that made you do a double take. The kind that made your heart race and your mouth feel like you’d just walked a hundred miles through the desert. And those eyes, like rich, dark chocolate. Those stopped me in my tracks. The man was sex. Not sexy. Not hot. But pure, blissful, orgasmic sex. The act itself. Because just one glance in his direction made you want to pull out a smoke and puff with pure satisfaction.

Not that I’d given it much thought.

I’d only just met the guy, and I so wasn’t that girl. Especially since he seemed to enjoy the sight of my body more than me as a person. Just one look at him and panties dropped with a thud to the floor. But not mine. No, sirree. Mine were still firmly in place.

But the way he looked at me, I’d never been looked at like that before. Not by a friend or lover or even a creeper wanting to get in my pants. I don’t know what kind of magic he practices with those eyes, but I’d feared that if I didn’t get the hell up, I would fall hopelessly under his spell.

I was sitting in my usual booth. In my favorite café. With the same regulars I saw around me three to four nights a week. We all did the same thing, our noses stuck in books or staring blankly at laptop screens. The muted colors of the floor and booths and walls weren’t distracting and were the perfect atmosphere for studying. But the real reason I came here was the coffee.

I brought the white china mug to my mouth. The cappuccino was perfection. Mostly because my favorite barista was working tonight. She had the special coffee-making skills that never failed to brew the perfect warm indulgence.

As for warm indulgences, I had no doubt that Max’s body would be warm, and strong, and—

No! The minute he opened his mouth, I knew. Arrogant. Too good-looking for his own good. And he knew it, too. Probably had every wannabe looking for their big break spread their legs just for the chance to become a star.

Despite Max being full of himself, it didn’t stop me from fantasizing instead of studying. It didn’t stop me from sneaking a peek at their table every three seconds, bobbing my head to and fro trying to see around the six people who sat in between. Wondering how he conducted his casting calls. If they were filmed. If they required nudity. If they resulted in . . .

I wasn’t a prude. I’d seen those videos. Of innocent women being coaxed into taking off their clothes and then fucked hard and insensitively in every imaginable hole.

I shook my head. It didn’t matter. In what world would an uptight law student with a fear of coloring outside the lines end up with the porn guy?

 

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Author Info

When her dream of becoming a mafia princess didn’t pan out, Gina Gordon went after her second dream: becoming a writer. And she hasn’t looked back. A self-proclaimed happily-ever-after junkie and cupcake connoisseur, Gordon loves spinning contemporary tales of knee-bending first kisses, unconditional love, and super-hot sex. She lives in Milton, Ontario, with her husband and their lovable dog.

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Posted by on May 27, 2015 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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