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SPECIAL GUEST ~ Gemma Brocato author of Exposed to Passion ~ Giveaway

Please help me welcome author Gemma Brocato to the blog today :) She’s talking about the five senses and sharing her latest release Exposed to Passion.

And don’t forget to check out Gemma’s awesome giveaway at the end of the post!

Take it away Gemma…

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Hello, and thank you for inviting me to visit today to talk about Exposed To Passion, Book #3 in The Five Senses Series.

Each of the books in the series is based on one of the senses. Cooking Up Love featured taste, Hearts In Harmony dealt with sound. Exposed is based on sight. I give my heroines a career that is tied to a specific sense. A chef; a music therapist; a photographer. I’m working on a story about a florist right now, which is book #4. I weave as much of the sense into the book as I can, but still focus on the other senses to enrich the reader’s experience and involvement in the story.

I got to thinking about how my five senses effect my perception of the world.Since fall is my favorite time of year, I thought I’d share how each of the senses translates to my world experience.

Sight: I love the colors I see this time of year in the leaves on the trees. I love to drive past a hillside carpeted in reds, oranges, browns and the occasional green from pines. The color repeats often in other things. The sight of gorgeous mums, my favorite flower, bright red apples and pumpkins on display is exciting to me. In Exposed To Passion, Rikki Salerno, a photographer has a similar interest in the beauty of nature.

Sound: Rain pattering on my roof is a soothing sound. The drip of overflow from gutters filled with fallen leaves. The sound of tires splashing on pavement as school busses carry kids out of the neighborhood. I love a rainy day.

Taste: Don’t know about you, but I love all things pumpkin spice. I crave the taste all year long, but especially in the fall as the season shifts and the temperature starts to drop. I have great recipes for pumpkin spice fudge and pumpkin spice truffles. I also have a couple of pumpkin soup recipes I like to unleash on my unsuspecting family. They think I’m crazy, but they don’t complain once that savory bowl of soup is placed under their noses with a piece of crusty bread for dipping. Have I made you hungry? In Exposed To Passion, Rikki Salerno gets to share a seasonal beer with Sam Kerrigan. Even though the story is set in the spring, as I wrote that scene, I was thinking of an October fest kind of brew.

Smell: I adore that first hint of burning leaves and wood smoke. The smell of an apple orchard or farmer’s market this time of year evokes fond memories as a child. We’d rake all the leaves in our huge back yard and jump in them for a while. As soon as we’d exhausted ourselves, we’d head inside for warm apple cider. When Dad got home, we’d rake the pile to the curb and he’d set them on fire (back in the days when that was still acceptable). People don’t burn leaves in the city any more, but I get an occasional whiff of one of the neighbors’ fire pit and it takes me back younger days. I wrote a scene at a campground in Exposed, complete with a campfire, hot coffee and chocolate brownies.

Touch: I drag out my fall sweaters at the first hint of cool in the air. When the temperature drops and I’m feeling chilly, nothing beats pulling on a sweater or fleece, or wrapping up in a fluffy blanket. On cool afternoons I like to fix a cup of tea and slip out to my back yard. Sunshine warming my skin, wrapped in a fleece and sipping on, you guessed it, a cup of pumpkin spice tea. That’s my idea of heaven. Rikki’s idea of heaven in Exposed To Passion is the way her feet feel when they slap the pavement on a head-clearing run. That, and the bristly feel of Sam Kerrigan’s stubble when she runs her hand over his jaw.

So now I have a question for you. What is the one sense you couldn’t live without?

Five Senses

Exposed to Passion

Five Senses Series # 3

By: Gemma Brocato

Releasing October 20th, 2014

Lyrical / Kensington

 

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Blurb

They walked through the shadows individually. Will they emerge into the light together?

Leading a vagabond life as a curator for a traveling photography exhibit translates to a lot of bad days for Rikki Salerno. But her trouble doubles when a careless high school student shoves her into a marsh. Being rescued by teacher Sam Kerrigan should have made things better, but Rikki’s inability to confess her true identity casts a shadow over their budding affair.

When Sam refuses an overly aggressive parent’s marriage proposal, she’s determined to ruin him. Not only does she doctor photos to make it look like Sam’s behaved inappropriately in front of students, she hacks the foundation website to reveal Rikki’s true identity. Faster than the blink of a shutter, Rikki’s focus changes from pursuing her full-color future to the black and white necessity of clearing Sam’s name.

 

 

 

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/08/exposed-to-passion-five-senses-series-3.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22921268-exposed-to-passion?from_search=true

 

Buy Links

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Author Info

Gemma’s favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a ’round tuit,’ and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she’d write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to ‘Dear Author’ were gratifying. After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy.

Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue an avocation as a romance author. Her gamble paid off when she was a 2012 Finalist in the prestigious Golden Pen contest for Romantic Suspense and she received contracts for her first and second book.

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Author Links

Website: http://www.gemmabrocato.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gemma.brocato
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/gemmabrocato
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7229886.Gemma_Brocato?from_search=true

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Posted by on October 21, 2014 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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BOOK BLITZ ~ Made For You by Lauren Layne ~ Giveaway

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Made for You

The Best Mistake # 2

By: Lauren Layne

Releasing October 28th, 2014

Grand Central Publishing

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Blurb

When the Wrong Guy is Oh-So-Right

Will Thatcher is exactly the type of sexy playboy good girls like Brynn have always avoided. And yet there was still something about him she just couldn’t resist. When Will moved across the country three years ago, Brynn vowed it was time to put him behind her. She never thought Will might have other plans . . .

Back in town, Will intends to get what he’s always wanted-gorgeous, unforgettable Brynn. For years, he tormented the untouchable ice princess in a desperate bid for her attention. Now he has a new plan, and he’ll do anything to rewrite their stormy past.

This time, he’s out to show Brynn that the imperfect man might be the best mistake of her life . . .

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Excerpt

Will knew exactly the moment she’d seen him. He felt it like a shock to the balls, and he wanted a shot of whisky. Now.

It had taken a full fifty-seven minutes since he’d walked into the door until her ice blue eyes had locked on him, and that was including the ridiculous amount of time she’d spent in the bathroom.

She made him wait another twenty minutes before seeking him out.

But what was an extra seventy-seven minutes when you’d already waited a lifetime?

Will watched her approach, her expression schooled into an expression of polite indifference. She stopped a several inches in front of him, and only the slight narrowing of gray-blue eyes giving any indication that she wanted him dead. Which of course, she did.

“William.”

“Brynn,” he said, matching her prim tone.

He felt a little jolt of disappointment at her vapid smile. It was the same courteous, reveal-nothing expression she’d given everyone else in the room. He’d been kind of hoping for that special brand of bitchy that she’d always reserved just for him.

“You’re looking a little wider around the hips,” he said with an insulting glance up and down. She hadn’t, but the thought that she’d gained an ounce would keep her up at night.

Her smile slipped for a second, and for a moment he realized if he’d struck a nerve. Normally he wouldn’t dare touch the subject of a women’s weight. He wasn’t a total ass.

But Brynn had had the same perfectly slim figure as long as he’d known her — she wouldn’t tolerate anything else. Her physical appearance was flawless.

Her personality, however…

“And you’re looking…manwhorish,” she said with the usual venom.

Ah. There the old Brynn. He nearly smiled. “So. Nice party,” he said blandly.

“Yes, it was sweet of Sophie to put it together.”

“Mm hmm,” he said, taking a sip of his red wine. “And exactly how intense was the urge to strangle her when you learned that she’d planned a surprise party instead of the usual boring birthday dinner with your family?”

This time the smile faded all together. “Don’t. Don’t do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you make it a point of thinking you know me better than anyone else.”

Don’t I? He stifled the thought. For now.

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/08/made-for-you-best-mistake-2-by-lauren.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21489269-made-for-you?from_search=true

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Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Made-You-The-Best-Mistake/dp/1455546097

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Author Info

Lauren Layne used to work in e-commerce. She wore cute shoes and big-girl clothes like an adult.

Then she was like, nope, changed into her pajamas and started writing romance novels.

She believes in sarcasm, weekday happy hours, and happily ever after.

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Author Links

Website: http://www.laurenlayne.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/laurenlayneauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/_laurenlayne
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6969772.Lauren_Layne

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Posted by on October 20, 2014 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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BOOK BLAST ~ Pulled Within by Marni Mann ~ Giveaway

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Blurb

Storms can’t last forever…can they?

For five long years, Rae Ryan has lived in a storm over which she has no control. Little by little, everything has been taken away from her—her job, her relationship, her best friend and her home. Plagued by nightmares and a terrible family secret, she carries her scars as much on the inside as she does on the outside.

Hart Booker, another disappointment from her past, returns to Bar Harbor and shelters her from the rain. He reminds Rae that forgiveness is possible, happiness can be found on the other side of darkness, and beauty rests beneath her scars. But a sinister figure lingering in the background seems determined to pull Rae back into a past she’s been trying to outrun. Can she survive the storm and become part of the light she so desperately desires? Or is she destined to remain Pulled Within?

Recommended for mature audiences due to explicit language, sexual abuse, disturbing situations, and drug use.

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Excerpt

“Do you know what the rain is?” he asked.

I was curled in a ball in the corner of the couch. A candle flickered on the table. It was the only light in the house; we’d lost power from the storm. He’d even let me take the candle into the potty with me, but he told me not to flush. I kinda liked that. The noise the toilet made could be so loud and scary at night.

I pulled the blanket even tighter around me. “No…what is it?”

“It’s the tears from all the people who cried today. The sky pulls them out of all the tissues and sleeves and holds them up there until it’s full. Then, it comes raining down on us.”

A chill ran over me, covering my skin in tiny bumps as I remembered how mean the rain had gotten. It felt like our house had been shaking. “Why did the storm sound so angry?”

“The sky doesn’t just take tears; it also takes the sounds that people make. That yelling you did while you cried this afternoon came right back at us, didn’t it?”

I couldn’t control my temper sometimes. I wanted to. I tried really hard to. I just didn’t want Mommy to go to work because Darren got so sad whenever she left. And what made him sad, made me sad.

“So if I cry softly, it won’t thunder as much?”

“Come on over here, Rae.”

I glanced toward the rocking chair where he was sitting. The candle lit up his face and his open arms. With the blanket still around me, I tiptoed over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, tucking my legs into the side of the chair and wrapping his arms around me. We swayed back and forth.

“You’re a good girl. You have no reason to be shedding those tears, and especially no reason to be yelling like that.”

Back and forth.

Mommy said I was a strong girl, a smart girl. He always said I had the prettiest smile of all the girls he’d ever seen. Strong, pretty girls didn’t need to cry. Darren didn’t need to cry, either. I wanted to tell him that, but he was in his room. He was always in there. He said he didn’t like hanging out anywhere else in the house. He was so silly.

I stretched my hands out of the blanket and placed them on top of his. His knuckles were so rough and hard. Chapped like my lips after I cried. They held me tight, but it didn’t hurt.

“Rest your head on my chest and let’s see if we can get you to sleep. It’s past your bedtime, my good girl.”

I pressed my cheek against his shirt. It was soft. Much softer than his knuckles, and the hairs around his neck tickled my nose.

Back and forth.

“I want you to think of good things. Pretty things. No more rain tonight, only rainbows.”

His fingers moved out from under mine and he ran them through the loose strands of my hair. My eyes closed. My breathing slowed. His thumb dipped onto my neck, but the rest of his hand stayed in my hair.

Back and forth.

“You’re such a good girl, Rae.”

Back and forth.

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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20876834-pulled-within?from_search=true

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Buy Links

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Author Info

Best-selling author Marni Mann, knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion.
A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

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Author Links

Website: http://www.marnismann.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarniMannAuthor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/MarniMann
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5400988.Marni_Mann

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Posted by on October 13, 2014 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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What to Read Wednesday with Cecy Robson ~ Giveaway

Thank you for coming back for another What to Read Wednesday :) Please help me welcome author Cecy Robson. Cecy has a new release she’s sharing with us titled Once Perfect. This sounds like a emotion packed read….just check out the blurb to see what you think.

But, before we check out Cecy’s book, enjoy her guest post about some fun facts she survived on her road to publication :)

And finally, she has a wonderful giveaway that you can enter at the end of the post :)

Take it away Cecy…

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I Met my Agent in the Bathroom and other Facts About My Path to Publication

I’d like to say I’m joking, but I’m dead serious. I met my agent and now BFF, Nicole Resciniti, in the bathroom at a writer’s conference. No, it wasn’t on purpose, and no, I wasn’t creepy about it. Here’s what happened from the beginning with some facts thrown in along the way. On May 1, 2009, I decided to write a novel. I didn’t take a class, I didn’t sit through “How To” instruction videos on YouTube. I honestly wanted to write a novel simply to see if I could. I’m a registered nurse by trade. To this day, I consider the comma as my evil nemesis. That said, I gave it a shot.

My first book was the Weird Girls, an urban fantasy romance about four unique sisters who obtained their powers as a result of a backfired curse. I’d read close to forty UF and paranormal romance novels in the months prior so I thought I knew what I was doing. Um, yeah. Not quite.

My first draft . . . and possibly the next seventeen revisions that followed didn’t have a plot. Plots are important. Seriously, every fiction book should have one. But one of the things I discovered was that plots aside, I could tell a story. So I kept rewriting, especially when those poor suckers―I mean, my kind and patient friends― who I begged to beta read for me continued to tell me that I had “something.”

Eventually, I did take an online course on query preparation and worked on pitching my series. I also attended a writer’s conference for the sake of connecting with other writers and for the opportunity to interact with agents and editors. During this time period (approximately August 2009 until about April 2011), I aggressively began to query literary agents who represented my genre.

Twenty, no, I’m mean fifty―okay, okay, perhaps seventy-five rejection letters later, in addition to quite a few more novel rewrites, I thought I was ready to pitch my series again. My husband thought I was ready, too, and sent me to a New York writer’s conference to give the traditional publishing venue yet another chance.

I was horribly sick and needed to use the bathroom even before the conference started. While I was blowing my nose to the tune of “I’m a baby elephant and I’m trying to call my mother” the woman in the stall next to me asked, “Allergies?”

I was in no mood to be social, but she was being sweet so I answered, “No, I just have a bad cold.”

She stepped out to wash her hands at the same time as I did. She smiled, I smiled back and asked her what she wrote.

“Actually, I’m an agent,” she answered.

And yeah, that was Nicole, and yes, the rest is history. Nicole sold the first three books of my Weird Girls series to Penguin following our little meet and greet in the bathroom. About a year following the publication of the first novel, SEALED WITH CURSE, Nicole sold two series to Random House: the continuation of my Weird Girls urban fantasy series, and my brandy new Shattered Past contemporary romance series.

ONCE PERFECT is the first novel in my Shattered Past series and is scheduled for an October 7, 2014 release date. ONCE LOVED, ONCE PURE, and four additional books will follow with each book releasing between three and six months apart. As thrilled as I am, sometimes I still find myself recovering from the shock and the speed in which everything happened. But that doesn’t mean I’m not forever grateful to Nicole, my husband, and all my friends who supported me on my path to publication.

Lastly, if you take anything from this rant, let it be this: keep going and keep trying―no matter what your goals are and how many rejections you receive along the way. Crazy things can happen, like meeting your future agent in the bathroom.

 

For more information about me, and my upcoming releases and series, please visit my website or follow me on Facebook and / or Twitter.

 

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Blurb

His life was never easy. Hers wasn’t supposed to be this hard. They come from different worlds, but fate lures them together in a way neither expected in Cecy Robson’s raw, steamy series debut—perfect for fans of Monica Murphy and J. Lynn.

Evelyn Preston’s future once looked perfect—until her wealthy father was caught in an embezzlement scandal and took his own life. Alone and struggling to pay her college tuition and bills, Evelyn finds a job as a waitress at the ultra-hip nightclub Excess, where she used to have more in common with the privileged private-school clientele than her fellow staff members. But something attracts her to the sexy six-foot-four bouncer and underground MMA fighter Mateo Tres Santos. Although they’ve led different lives, their troubled pasts bonds them in both survival and love.

Mateo is ex-army who wound up in prison for assaulting the man who harmed his sister. Now he’s feeling the same protective impulse for this petite blond waitress. When Evelyn experiences a panic attack at the club, Mateo comes to her rescue. And when Mateo is wounded shielding her from a brawl, Evelyn returns the favor and comes to his aid.

As their attraction intensifies, Mateo is determined to find out what nightmares are lurking in Evelyn’s past—even if that means tackling his own to save her.

EXCERPT

“Malibu Barbie. We need more cocktail napkins!”

I stopped wiping the bar booth, torn between throwing my bucket at Sam or at the cluster of bouncers chuckling at his Barbie dig. I still had two more booths to clean before the doors to the Main Line’s infamous Club Excess opened and the real work began. A crowd of spoiled brats―offspring of Philly’s wealthiest families―with too much money and too much attitude already crowded the doors. I should know. I used to be one of them. Except they still had the money.

I had a screaming boss.

“Malibu!”

“Jesus, Sam, I’m going.” I tossed my towel on the table and stomped across the dance floor in my black, thigh-high boots. If it weren’t for the crazy tips the drunk idiots dropped like bowling balls, no way would I work at a place where I had to accessorize tiny black shorts and a skimpy tank with these hooker boots. The white dress shirt tied at my belly was Sam’s way of compromising when me and a few of the other waitresses complained about our new “uniforms.” The more desperate among us tied it closer to their cleavage. I didn’t. Even if it meant less money, I wanted to hang on to what little pride I had left.

My steps slowed as I neared the group of bouncers huddled around Mateo. He was young, younger than at least half of them, and still they looked up to him. ’’Considering Mateo was an ex-con who fought in fight clubs, you’d think the staff would avoid him’’. I sure did. Hell, I’d barely spoken to him in the six months I’d worked at Excess, using any excuse to keep my distance. That said, there was something about him that made people take notice. His burly arms crossed his chest. Power was inked on one forearm in bold Gothic lettering, Wrath on the other, and black flames crawled up both, disappearing beneath the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt.

My puny shoulders tensed as I drew closer. Mateo had served time for beating some poor guy so brutally the guy had spent two weeks in the hospital recovering from the bashes to his face and body. I watched Mateo, a lot. Every now and then, I’d catch him glancing my way, too. He’d offer me a brief nod or a small smile, but I never offered anything in return. His size, the depth of his voice, and his aptitude for violence scared me, despite his captivating looks. He moved like a panther staking out his turf, ready for anything, his steely hazel eyes taking everything in.

He spoke low and rough as the last of his crew arrived. “Listen up. Keep the drugs and the dealers out. They come in with that shit, you see anyone selling―send their asses out the door. Sam doesn’t want another OD in his place. If those rich pricks want to die, they can do it somewhere else.”

The others answered Mateo with stiff nods, except for Dale, who whistled as I walked by. “Nice ass, Evelyn . . .”

His voice trailed off. I turned to shoot him a dirty look over my shoulder only to catch the death glare Mateo was firing his way. “Leave Evie the fuck alone and pay attention, Dale,” Mateo told him. Dale immediately dropped his gaze, allowing Mateo to return his attention to the rest of the group. “With the first week of classes over, these fools are looking to party hard, and the dealers are ready to assist. ““Don’t go it alone. Call for backup if you need it, when you need it. I’ll take point near the bar. Ant’s my second. He’ll take point left of the floor. If I’m mixed up in some other shit, you call him. Got me?”

The bouncers collectively muttered in agreement. Even Dale.

My heart was thumping against my sternum and I lost my footing. I reached for my ponytail and tightened it fast, trying to pretend that was the reason I’d tripped and not, absolutely not, because ’Mateo had stuck up for me and shut Dale up on my behalf. Or because he’d called me “Evie.” Again. No one else had ever called me that.

Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/07/once-perfect-shattered-past-1-by-cecy.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20699759-once-perfect?from_search=true

 

Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Once-Perfect-Shattered-Past-Robson-ebook/dp/B00JNQMLE0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409516722&sr=1-1&keywords=once+perfect

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/once-perfect/id862226886?mt=11

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/once-perfect

 

Author Info

Cecy Robson is the New Adult author of Once Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure and the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.

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Author Links

Website: http://www.cecyrobson.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Cecy.Robson.Author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cecyrobson

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6177334.Cecy_Robson

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Posted by on October 8, 2014 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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SPECIAL GUEST ~ Jennifer Faye author of A Princess by Christmas ~ Giveaway

So glad you could drop by the blog today! We have a special guest visiting. Please help me welcome author Jennifer Faye. She’s spilling some interesting answers to some questions and then sharing her latest release A PRINCESS BY CHRISTMAS! I love the cover, and the blurb.

And don’t forget to check out her generous giveaway. You can enter at the end of the post!

Take it away Jennifer…

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Learning About Jennifer Faye in 10 Questions

1) Have you always been a writer? 

I started writing as a little kid. I can remember asking Santa Claus for a typewriter. And he brought it. It had a grey case and white keys. And don’t remind me how old that makes me that they still had typewriters back then. LOL. Then in elementary school I would write short stories to pass around the lunch table. So off and on throughout my life, I was writing this or that. It wasn’t until I was a teenager and read my first Harlequin that I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. Hmm…does this mean I’m grown up now? ;-)
2) Do you have a particular writing process? 

Definitely. And I’ve learned the hard way not to divert from it without dire consequences. LOL.

Here’s an overview:

  1. write the complete synopsis
  1. wait for editor feedback
  1. implement editor’s comments
  1. set up an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of my progress and to ensure I’ll meet my deadline
  1. start writing/researching details
  1. keep writing…ignore the doubt crows that always circle and tell me that it is rubbish. By the time I type “The End” and reread it, it doesn’t sound as awful as I’m imagining. ;-)


3) How could you compare your writing process to gardening?

I plant the seed of an idea when I write my synopsis. I let it sit and grow for a bit. Then I prune it a bit and add a bit of water and sunshine and watch it grow into a full idea. Of course by then it needs some weeding to keep it clean and neat. ;-)

4) What must you have in order to be able to write?

My kitty. She’s my buddy and adds her own stuff to the manuscript at times. Although between you and me, I have yet to figure out what she types. It must be in furbaby language. ;-)


5) Can you tell us three things about yourself that we probably don’t already know? 

1. I love pizza!!! And when you’re dieting that isn’t such a good thing…even when you make it lite. ;-)

  1. My guilty pleasure is watching Y&R (Young & the Restless) while working out on my elliptical.
  2. I love to bake, but I don’t do it often. See notes in #1 & #2.

 

6) Congratulations on your release of A PRINCESS BY CHRISTMAS. Where did the idea come from?

 

I knew I wanted to write a book about a prince. That’s all I knew when I started plotting this book. From there I kept asking myself “Why?”. If I ask that question enough times, I’ll usually end up with the characters and the premise of the story.

A royal kiss under the mistletoe… 

Prince Alexandro Castanovo arrives in snowy New York intent on protecting his royal family from scandal. And when Reese Harding—down-to-earth and heart-stoppingly beautiful—finds room for him at her inn, it seems like the perfect twist of fate. 

Not long ago Reese’s world came crumbling down, shaking her foundations. But this enigmatic stranger intrigues her! She’s learned to be wary of secrets…but when she discovers Alex’s true identity, might there be enough magic in the air to make this regular American girl a princess by Christmas…?

7) Do you have a favorite excerpt that you’d like to tease us with?

Prince Alex has just arrived in snowy New York after losing the paparazzi. He is quite taken with Reese, the owner of The Willows Inn, but he’s resisting the temptation of getting to know her better as he has a mission to accomplish. But there’s a hitch—he has nowhere to stay as there’s no room at the inn. Oops! Guess Reese has to get this straightened out pronto…

Reese clamped her hands together. “If you’d like, I have the phone numbers of other facilities around the city that might be able to accommodate your party—”

“That won’t be necessary,” Alex said firmly. “I am staying here as arranged.”

“But—”

“There are no more buts. I am staying.” He pressed the check back into her hand. “And don’t tell me again that there is no room. Your mother informed me otherwise.”

 “She did what?”

He sent her a knowing smile. “She told me there’s a bedroom available. It’s in some private apartment until one of the guest rooms opens up.”

What in the world had gotten into her mother? Sure, she used to be impulsive back before the disaster with Reese’s father, but since then she’d been so reserved, so quiet. Now she was getting active in the inn, which was great, but why in the world was she handing out her daughter’s bedroom to this total stranger?

Reese shook her head, trying to dispel the image of this tall, dark, smooth-talking stranger in her bed…

8) What can we expect from you next? Is there something you are working on right now? 

A very exciting project!!! And I really want to share more details…but I can’t yet. I will soon! It’s something a bit different than my Harlequins. If you want to be one of the first to know the details, sign up for my newsletter (you can find the sign-up button on the top right of my home page) My subscribers are the first to know important stuff and they also have access to special giveaways. :-)

And come March/April 2015, my first duet will be released—THE DeFIORE BROTHERS.

Book #1 – THE PLAYBOY OF ROME (March 2015)

Book #2 – BEST MAN FOR THE BRIDESMAID (April 2015)
9) Plotter or pantser? 

I started off being a pantser. But I ended up having to do way too many rounds of revisions. I knew there had to be something better…something more efficient. I just had too many stories to tell and not enough time. Through observation and trial and error, I became a plotter/pantser hybrid. And I love it. :-)

10) Digital books or print books? 

Both!!! I thought I’d be the very last person to start using a Kindle…but I got one for Christmas and I must admit that I love the immediacy of getting a book to read within seconds. But I still love my print books. I’m definitely a hybrid reader!

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Blurb

A royal kiss under the mistletoe…

Prince Alexandro Castanovo arrives in snowy New York intent on protecting his royal family from scandal. And when Reese Harding—down-to-earth and heart-stoppingly beautiful—finds room for him at her inn, it seems like the perfect twist of fate.
Not long ago Reese’s world came crumbling down, shaking her foundations. But this enigmatic stranger intrigues her! She’s learned to be wary of secrets…but when she discovers Alex’s true identity, might there be enough magic in the air to make this regular American girl a princess by Christmas…?

 

Teaser #1 

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/08/a-princess-by-christmas-by-jennifer-faye.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21942751-a-princess-by-christmas?from_search=true

 

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 Teaser #2

Book Trailer: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSfBBmY3SJA

 

Author Info

Award-winning author, Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming romances. Jennifer has won the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award, named a TOP PICK author, and been nominated for numerous awards. Now living her dream, she resides with her patient husband, amazing daughter (the other remarkable daughter is off chasing her own dreams) and two spoiled cats. She’d love to hear from you via JenniferFaye.com

 Jennifer Faye

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Special Guest Romy Sommer author of To Catch A Star ~ Giveaway

Please help me welcome author Romy Sommer to the blog today! She’s sharing her hero inspiration story about her latest release To Catch A Star…and she’s included pictures. Gotta love that :)

Afterward, please enter her wonderful giveaway.

Take it away Romy…

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Hero inspiration: Christian Taylor

 

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As I was writing the first book in my Westerwald series, Waking up in Vegas, an ancient ring sort of wrote itself into my book. It was one of those things that the subconscious throws up sometimes that seems insignificant at first. But an idea took root and grew.

This ring wasn’t the only one of its kind. It was one of a set of three, the rings that marked the heirs of Westerwald. Two were easily accounted for: Max, the hero of Waking up in Vegas, gave one to his Vegas bride. His older (and soon to be disinherited) brother Rik had the other. But where was the third?

By the time I’d written ‘The End’ on Waking up in Vegas, all I knew was that I had to do something a little different with this rather obvious plot line. Clearly, there was a third brother out there, a long lost half brother the other two didn’t know about. But who was he, and in what way could he be different from the other heroes I’d written?

The answer was that he wouldn’t be white.

And so Christian Taylor made his first appearance.

Christian was a mixed-race child, raised by a single mother on a backward Caribbean island where being illegitimate was just about the worst thing anybody could be. He may have escaped those rough beginnings, but he still has a chip the size of Westerwald on his shoulder. And a loathing for Westerwaldian aristocrats.

So naturally I had to pair him up with a Westerwaldian aristocrat. Teresa’s blood is bluer than blue, and she is everything Christian detests. His main goal when he meets her is to bring her down off that pedestal she lives on. But you know that saying ‘be careful what you wish for’? Yeah, Christian’s about to find out the hard way that payback is a b*tch.

My inspiration for Christian came from Jesse Williams, the actor with the mesmerizing eyes in Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve included a few images so you can drool along with me. And naturally, there’s a gratuitous shirtless shot. Despite the wintry setting for To Catch a Star, I managed to get Christian shirtless a few times.

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If you’d like to have a say in which hero Romy writes next, keep an eye on the Harper Impulse blog. They’ll be running a Bachelor Auction with three characters who’ve appeared in Romy’s previous books, and you get to have your say in which hero you’d most like to read.

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Blurb

 

‘A fairy-tale romance to warm even the coldest of hearts.’ – Chloe’s Chick Lit Reviews

Teresa Adler is the ultimate Ice Princess, with a heart as frozen as the winter landscape of her beloved home, Westerwald. All her life, she’s belonged to the ‘inner circle’ of wealth, privilege and position.

Christian Taylor: Heartthrob. Movie Star. Bad Boy. The mischievous actor sets temperatures soaring in the picturesque baroque principality – and with a wicked glint in his eye and a chip on his shoulder he sets his sights on the one thing he’s told he can’t have. Teresa.

While Tessa holds the ultimate clue to the secret of Christian’s parentage, it is the heat of his touch that will make this Ice Princess feel more alive than she ever has before…

EXCERPT

One woman tearing your clothes off was fun. Five at once? Not so much.

“Please, ladies…” Christian was only half laughing now.

Rip. There went an Armani sleeve. He shrugged away from the grasp, but there were still other hands pulling at him, tugging at him.

He’d known adoring fans before but they seldom pawed him. And this had gone way beyond pawing.

“I’ll sign autographs, but you really don’t need to take souvenirs.” He had to raise his voice over their squeals. This was definitely not fun. In fact, it was getting downright scary. The crowd surrounding him pressed in tighter. There seemed to be more of them now too.

Another rip. This time his shirt. The excited squeals increased in volume.

“He’s mine!” shouted one over-eager fan.

“Mine!” the others echoed.

“Well, actually, ladies…” He belonged to no one. But in the grip of mob mentality, they neither heard nor cared.

He had to get out of here.

With another rip, this time the rear seam of his evening jacket, he pulled away from the knot of admirers. One young woman tumbled to her knees with the impetus. Fighting every instinct to be a gentleman, he didn’t pause. He ran.

The sound of their pursuit spurred him on. He ran blindly. Now he knew how it felt to be the fox in a fox hunt.

A block or two further and the number of feet behind him seemed to diminish, but he still didn’t look back. He only hoped no-one had been trampled in the ruckus. Though if one or two of the fanatics broke a heel in the process, justice would be served.

He reached an intersection and looked both ways. This foreign city had turned into a maze and he had absolutely no idea where he was. Back where he’d been accosted, the streets teemed with life. He paused. He stood now in a deserted residential street, a terrace of imposing townhouses lined with trees stark against the night sky.

And no way out.

Cul-de-sac either side and a dead-end straight ahead.

Damn.

He looked back over his shoulder. There were only three women left in the race, but they were gaining.

A car pulled out of a driveway within the cul-de-sac to his left, picking up speed as it approached his street corner. An open-topped sports car with only one occupant. Blonde was all he had time to register. Drawing on a lifetime’s worth of instinct, he took a running leap and landed face-first in the rear seat, just as the roof began to unfold and close over them.

 

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/08/to-catch-star-westerwald-trilogy-1-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23008226-to-catch-a-star?ac=1

Buy Links

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Author Info

I’ve always written stories for myself but didn’t even think of being an author until I realized that being over thirty and living in a fantasy world was a little odd. Writing those same stories for other people makes it a lot more acceptable!

By day I dress in cargo pants and boots for my not-so-glamorous job of making movies but at night I come home to my two little Princesses, and I get to write Happy Ever Afters. Since I believe every girl is a princess, and every princess deserves a happy ending, what could be more perfect?

Though my heart lies in Europe, I’m not too good with the cold, so I live in sunny South Africa.

 Romy

Author Links

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SPECIAL GUEST ~ Anne Marsh author of Wicked Nights ~ Giveaway

I love having special guests visit the blog. Today we have author Anne Marsh sharing her latest release Wicked Nights! Another fabulous cover and another great blurb and excerpt :)

Before we check out her latest, you can learn a little bit more about Anne because she’s sharing some writing confessions. My favorite is confession number 1…you can share yours in the comments if you’d like :)

And, please enter Anne’s wonderful giveaway at the end of the post!!

Take it away Anne…

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Writing Confessions

Harlequin has been holding their annual So You Think You Can Write virtual conference this month. I’ve had lots of fun following along from home. Not only do the editors offer excellent tips targeted to the various lines, but some of the posts are downright hilarious. One of my absolute favorites was the “editorial confessions” where the editors confessed to certain deep, dark secrets…like not being able to say the word “penis” out loud without blushing or not liking cowboy books (which is blasphemy in Harlequin circles!)

That got me to thinking. I love writing and I feel tremendously blessed that people who are not related to me actually want to read my books. But…I have a few writing confessions of my own to make:

 

  1. The only family member who reads my books is my mother-in-law. She reads them cover-to-cover and then calls me to tell me a) that they’re wonderful (go, mother-in-law!) and then to share her favorite parts. This can be great, or it can be downright embarrassing. I have never quite worked up the courage to ask her if she thinks the bedroom scenes are modeled on my personal life with her son. I have also made sure that she has no idea that I write erotic paranormal werewolf books. Honestly—would you want your mother-in-law reading your sex scenes?
  1. I can’t remember the titles of my books. I’m not sure in which universe I thought it would be a great idea to give my books catchy titles where certain words repeat. WICKED SEXY, WICKED NIGHTS, WICKED SECRETS. Fantastic! Not so much… They will forever be WICKED1, WICKED2, and WICKED3. I have to look up which is which. Every. Single. Time. Don’t even get me started on my Blue Moon Brides series, where I accidentally mixed up the titles for the fourth and fifth books and confused everyone about my release dates. Oops.
  1. The reason my heroine in WICKED NIGHTS has a swear jar is because Harlequin heroines aren’t allowed to swear. They can swear. Very, very occasionally. And it’s a gender-neutral rule—the boys don’t get to swear either. I had to delete something like two hundred instances of the F-bomb from my first book. If I had to give Harlequin a quarter every time I used a curse word in my first draft, I’d have to give them back my advance.
  1. The librarians think I’ve got a serious sex problem. When I get stuck writing a sex scene, I go to the library and checkout a dozen sex books. Those things are filled with writing prompts! And very, very explicit directions. Really. That’s the only reason why I have them.

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Blurb

Winner takes it all…off

Former diving champion Piper Clark never loses. Unfortunately, if she doesn’t land this lucrative contract, her diving business will fail. Worse still, it will be at the hands of her childhood nemesis, Cal Brennan—six feet of hard, rugged former Navy SEAL. So Piper proposes a wager: whoever loses the diving contract must take orders from the winner…in bed.

Cal needs this contract for his own reasons. A former rescue swimmer, he may be having a few issues with diving since his last mission ended, but Piper doesn’t need to know that. Something about her impulsive nature makes Cal rise to the bait, and there’s nothing he’d like more than to show Piper exactly what rules are good for.

All bets are on. And someone’s about to start playing dirty….

Excerpt (Sexy)

Piper Clark cut hard right, the prow of her motorboat slicing through the clear blue water, yards in front of his. He’d have recognized that impish, take-no-prisoners grin anywhere.

Plus, she flipped him the bird as her wake hit his deck, soaking both him and his gear.

Definitely Piper.

Good thing for her he’d grown up in the past twenty years. Cal Brennan’s ten-year-old self would have gunned his motor and gotten even, racing her for Discovery Island’s marina until he’d swamped her deck every bit as much as she’d swamped his. Tit for tat—those were the rules of engagement they’d always competed by. Still, he picked up speed, hugging her wake—and was just in time to watch as she maneuvered her boat into the last decent slip. Mentally, he readjusted his assessment of his maturity. Score one for Piper. He forced his fingers to unclench from the wheel, counted to ten and concentrated on searching out an empty slip. She waved jauntily as he motored past her, close enough to read the name painted on the boat’s side. What kind of name was The Feelin’ Free anyhow?

She’d always named things badly. He distinctly recalled being hit over the head with a stuffed teddy bear named Grand Poo-bah. There had also been a rescue puppy named Mr. Cuddles. Mr. Cuddles had been a mostly deaf white Boxer with a severe drool problem. Mr. Cuddles had moved on to the Happy Hunting grounds some years before, but apparently Piper’s lack of naming skills had stuck.

Not that the other four thousand full-time residents on Discovery Island would mind. Twenty-two miles long and eight miles wide, the island’s main selling point was its horseshoe-shaped bay with postcard-perfect deep blue water, dotted by boats and two piers. The pier for the cruise ships stretched out into deeper water, but the shorter pier was pure pleasure and clear at the other end of town. The good folks of Discovery Island had named that pier Pleasure Pier and the broad strip of creamy, palm-tree studded sand fronting an old-fashioned boardwalk was Primrose Path. The hotels, shops and restaurants lining the street sported even worse names in Cal’s opinion. Good Time, Please Your Eye, Wine, Women and Song. The daily influx of tourists who ferried over from the California coastline to explore the boardwalk loved the names. Or they simply loved diving, fishing, zip lining or doing any one of the hundreds of activities on offer. Discovery Island was big on keeping busy.

Grabbing his sodden gear bag and his deck shoes, he padded barefoot along the dock, enjoying the heat from the sun-warmed boards soaking into his feet. He and Piper had business, more so than usual. The familiar, soothing noises of the marina washed over him as he fielded greetings from the occasional other boaters and closed in on his target. Discovery Island’s marina was a hopping place, but the blue water with its glint of fish and kelp were an invitation to take it easy, as was the familiar bouquet of sea salt, motor oil and Neoprene rubber filling the air. Lazy waves broke against the docks, slapping fiberglass hulls, and he could just make out the beach boardwalk. On a summer day like today, the place bustled with tourists looking for the quintessential California dream. It was also an ideal day for diving, but he’d stuck to the surface. He hadn’t strapped on a tank or even free dived. Not him. He’d had a nice swim, stuck his head under water and promptly panicked.

Just like yesterday.

And every other day since his last dive as a U.S. Navy rescue swimmer. The dive boats he passed, loading and unloading, were an unwelcome reminder of what he’d lost. Temporarily. Somehow, he’d get his head on straight, would figure out how to get back in the game and back in the water. He’d never failed before; he wouldn’t start now. He had too much riding on his ability to dive.

Turning the corner and spotting Piper’s boat was almost a relief. The sighting was definitely a welcome distraction from the panicked voice in his head asking, What if you don’t get back in the game? What if you never dive again? Hearing voices was never a good sign.

“Piper Clark,” he bit out, relieved to have something to do. Setting his gear bag down on the dock, he moved to the edge where she’d tied up.

Retreat the inner voice demanded. Stand your ground, sailor, his body urged.

Piper was naked.

Okay, so, she wasn’t totally naked, but a man could dream.

Somehow, he’d timed his arrival at her slip for the precise moment she grabbed the zipper running up the back of her wet suit. Undeterred by his presence—because surely she’d heard him snap her name—she pulled, the Neoprene suit parting slow and steady beneath her touch.

Hello.

Each new inch of sun-kissed skin she revealed made certain parts of him spring to life.

If someone had asked him what the over-under was on his seeing Piper naked, he’d have bet heavily against his spotting so much as a sliver of her bare flesh. If he’d expressed an interest, Piper would have shot him down, hard and fast. After all, she didn’t like him any more than he liked her. Their shared past was proof of that.

Even as he reminded himself she’d spent most of their early days trying to either torment or kill him, his eyes were busy. Piper’s arms were spectacular, strong and toned from hour after hour of pulling herself through the water and then back up into the boat. Diving wasn’t for the weak, and she’d had a professional platform-diving career long before the accidental collision five years ago between his boat and her Jet Ski had destroyed her right knee. After she’d rehabbed on the mainland, she’d up and moved full-time to Discovery Island. Island gossip hadn’t shared with him the reasons behind the move, but since he’d come back himself, he had to assume she simply loved the place as much as he did. Now she was looking sexier than any stripper, uncovering skin tanned a rich golden brown from time outdoors. The way she’d braided her water-slicked hair in a severe plait only drew his attention to the deceptively vulnerable curve of her neck.

But this was Piper.

So dragging his tongue over her skin and tasting all the places where she was still damp from her dive should have been the last thing on his mind. He’d read her the riot act about her careless driving and say his piece about tomorrow’s business meeting. Then he’d go his way and she’d go hers. After all, he’d been back on the island for almost six months and had managed to avoid all but the briefest of interactions with her. They said hello, goodbye (he suspected she preferred the latter) and nodded tersely at each other from across the street. Life was much quieter that way, because Piper invariably did plenty of yelling when she spent too much time around him.

The wet suit hit her waist.

Neither short nor tall, Piper had medium brown hair, brown eyes and a slim build. Those cut-and-dried facts didn’t begin to do the woman in front of him justice, however. They certainly didn’t begin to explain why he unexpectedly found her so appealing or why he wanted to wrap an arm around her and take her down to the deck for a kiss. Or seven. He didn’t like Piper. He never had. She’d also made it plenty clear he irritated her on a regular basis.

So why was he staring at her like a drowning man?

And…score another point for Piper. Like many divers, she hadn’t bothered with a bikini top beneath the three-millimeter wet suit. His kiss quota rocketed up to double digits.

“Piper.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. Focus. Adrenaline rushed through him, sweat dampening his skin. He forced himself to breathe in, slow and easy. To push his heartbeat down and make the sudden energy pumping through his veins work for him. This wasn’t a rapid rappel down to a crash site to search for survivors or a midnight recon of a hostile-infested beach. Nope. This was Discovery Island, a good place with good people. He was home.

Without acknowledging his greeting, she bent over, shoving the heavy suit down her legs and his throat went dry. Game over. Silver earbuds, which explained why she hadn’t answered him, flashed as she shimmied, working the suit off. Like always, Piper was off in her own world, marching to her own beat. Ignorant of his presence, she gave him ample opportunity to admire the longest, sleekest legs he’d ever seen. Her blue-and-white striped bikini bottom was all practicality, although the conservative cut still clung to her butt. Her water-darkened braid slid over her shoulder, and he wanted to fist her hair, holding her in place as he ran his hands up those legs and parted her for his kiss. Which made him a first-class bastard, even if he kept those thoughts to himself.

Yeah. But she clearly had more than one advantage on her own side.

He didn’t negotiate, he reminded himself. He acted. Decided, he approached the boat, knocking on the side to draw her attention.

She jumped, her head swinging around toward him. “If it isn’t my favorite SEAL.” She flashed him a grin as she popped the earbuds out, taking in his soaking-wet jeans and damp T-shirt. “Had a mishap?”

She knew precisely what had happened.

He dropped down off the dock, onto her boat. Deliberately, he let his feet hit the deck hard, savoring her little flinch. She wasn’t as off balance as she’d made him, but it was something. He’d take every advantage he could get because, Christ, she still wasn’t wearing a bikini top. Instead of covering her breasts or grabbing for a towel, she glared at him as if this whole situation was his fault. She was lucky her slip put her out of the line of sight of the other boaters in the marina and he was the only one who could see her. Piper flashed him, and any thoughts he’d had of being a gentleman flew out of his head. He imagined cupping her soft curves in his palms, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. He’d just bet she was a moaner, and—

He jerked his gaze back up to her face. “We’ve got to talk.”

 

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2014/07/wicked-nights-men-of-discovery-island-2.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21911615-wicked-nights?from_search=true

 

Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Nights-Harlequin-Blaze%5CUniformly-Hot/dp/0373798199/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wicked-nights-anne-marsh/1119127445?ean=9780373798193

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Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/wicked-nights-6

Author Info

I live in Northern California with my husband, two kids and six cats. After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, I escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, I enjoy gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with my kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” You can visit me online at www.anne-marsh.com.

 Anne Marsh

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Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/annemarshauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anne_marsh/
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