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I'm giving you a free book...actually the opportunity to win one book AND an PRINT COPY of my next book too....yeah, read that again. It's what I said.
To celebrate my first Love Romances Cafe award, as runner-up in the Thriller/suspense category for CHEEKY BLONDE from Decadent Publishing I am offering YOU dear follower/reader/stalker/whatever a free copy! And....a FREE CHAPTER to whet your whistle.
That's right...you may be on the fence about me and my books. You've read the good stuff and not doubt the bad about my "style" and my bending and breaking of the romance "rules" for my books. And you think to yourself, "Self," you think, "I should give this writer a shot. She's got some buzz, not as much as some but more than others. But my book spendin' money is gone for now, and until I get my tax refund I'm stuck borrowing stuff."
Fret no longer!
First: read this sexy chapter (free) from Cheeky Blonde (go ahead, it won't bite you):
The front desk staff smiled brightly at her as she stumbled into the lobby as if it were a reasonable hour and not nearly three in the morning. She gave them a little wave. They knew what to expect from this weekend full of beer people. She craved the hottest shower on the planet to erase the intoxicating memory of Sean’s hands on her skin.
She was up on the twenty-first floor, her room separated from Dylan’s by five others. She’d arranged it that way, knowing her own weakness. Determined to be a grownup about her brewer, she resolved to cut him loose officially, tomorrow, after a decent night’s sleep. But the sights and sounds of him blatantly fucking that redhead earlier, and the look of sadness on his handsome face as he put her into the cab made her realize the “cutting loose” part might not be necessary.
When the elevator stopped on her floor, she trudged down the long hallway, finding her key and fumbling it into the slot. No magic green light appeared. She stared at the thing, her mind fuzzy, as if a closer examination would reveal its secrets, and suddenly sensed Sean standing behind her. She turned, determined not to let him into her room. That damn smile of his went straight to her gut.
“So, do you want the job, or what?” He raised a dark eyebrow.
“No. But thank you for the consideration.” She looked away. “And I swear you are a stalker, if I didn’t know you as a single-minded obsessive.” She closed her eyes briefly, realizing she could have been describing herself. “Anyway, I’m done for the night, so if you’ll excuse me,” she tossed over her shoulder.
“Wait,” he said, pulling her back. “Seriously, let’s talk. I promise not to….” Without warning, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her painfully aware of how damp her panties were from his earlier efforts.
She couldn’t help but smile at him. “You could charm the birdies right out of the trees, couldn’t you, Garrison?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Probably, if I wanted them out bad enough.” He held out an arm. “Buy you a nightcap?”She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, man, it’s almost time for breakfast.” But she leaned back against her hotel room door, knowing full well she was about to invite him in.
“Well, lucky for you I brought a breakfast stout.” He presented her with the tall bottle. She sighed and handed him the key card. He slid it into the slot, never taking his gaze from hers.
Once the door was open, she ducked into the bathroom, leaving him to sort out his own seating arrangements. She splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the huge mirror. This had been the most amazing day, exactly as she imagined it would be, making Brick Street’s national debut as a legit craft brewery. And to cap it off, no less than Sean Garrison, the hated-feared-envied king of the mid-west craft-brewing universe sat out there, in her hotel room, expensive beer in hand. She put a clammy palm on her exposed upper breasts, taking deep breaths. Not only that, he had brought her to a raging orgasm practically under the feet of the entire bar and had then offered her a job.
Jesus.
“You pass out in there?”
She squared her shoulders and stepped back out into the room with every intention of booting him out before she did something foolish.
“This is delicious,” a deep, honey-smooth voice called from the other side of the nearly dark room. “Come and join me.”
Earlier resolve melted into a puddle of lust. What was it about this guy, anyway? She sat at the end of the bed, watching as he poured a small portion of the thick, dark brew. His fingers brushed hers when he handed her the glass, which zinged straight to the base of her spine. She sipped, relishing the bourbon-infused warmth as it slid down her throat. “Yum,” she said, letting the brew soothe her rattled psyche. She decided not to mince words. Straightforward always served her well.
“So, why the hell are you following me? You’re working it pretty damn hard.” She held out the glass for a refill.
His devilish grin sent a thrill through her body so strong she had to grip the edge of the bed to stay seated.
“I mean, other than wanting to fuck me, of course.” She hid her trembling by taking another gulp. The realization that she’d gladly let him do that pissed her off so much she rose from her spot, clutching her glass, needing movement to combat her nerves. He put a hand on her knee. She glared at it, large and rough against her skin, as if he actually used it for more than money counting. When he tipped her chin up to face him, she found herself staring into eyes that seemed almost sad. She clenched her own shut as his lips brushed hers. “I’ve been watching you,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you.” Her entire body broke out in chills. She opened her eyes, willing him to move away, and wanting him to kiss her more. “And I typically get what I want.” He settled back in the chair and picked up his glass.
“A control freak,” she said. “Big surprise.” She mirrored his movements, crossing her legs and taking a sip.
He smiled and her heart leapt. Damn the man. No wonder he was divorced. His sheer chemistry overwhelmed the room, and he knew it. He chuckled and leaned forward once more.
“I’m not such a bad guy, you know.” He sighed as if maintaining his innocence offered a hardship. “I think all you little brewery guys are great, and I wish you well. Just not as well as me.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to learn to share the market, pal.” She sipped the last bit of stout. “We are here to stay. And I might add, you have no shortage of enemies, which can’t be good. Buying tap handles with free beer and promising your distributors trips to the tropics for more placements and your obsession with cease-and-desist orders….”
“Babe, I’m merely doing my job, protecting my interests, and increasing Garrison’s bottom line.” Annoyance clouded his face. “Besides, you’d do the same damn thing if you had the money or the product to do it with.”
She stood, setting her glass down with a loud thunk. “Fuck you, Garrison. I will never do any of that shit.” He tilted his head and stared at her, which made her irritation worse. “I guess that takes my name off the job list. So you….” She put both hands on his shoulders and glared at him. “You can leave now. Interview over.”
With a speed she didn’t anticipate, he got to his feet, his body mere inches from hers yet again.
“Oh, we still have some talking to do, make no mistake.” His low voice set off tremors in her soul. “Something tells me we would make quite a team.” He ran the back of his hand down her face, made a humming sound in his throat. When his lips met hers, it somehow felt right this time.
Before she could stop herself, her brain a cacophony of warnings she no longer heeded, she let him shove his tongue between her lips. He moaned and cupped her ass. The swell of his erection made her shift, pressing harder into him. She groaned at the sensation of his teeth nipping at her neck. Her whole being burned with need and not for just anyone. For the man who had the ability buy and sell her company, or bankrupt it, should he see fit. He broke away and gripped her arms, his breathing heavy. “Jen,” he muttered around clenched teeth, deep blue eyes snapping with something resembling anger. “I swear I only followed you here to talk. I mean it. I—” He looked down.
Her brain snapped to attention, blowing away the horny fog that clouded it. “Okay.” She pulled out of his grip. “You know, it’s late, so I think I’m done talking.” She walked to the door and yanked it open. It was nearly four in the morning, and she had yet another day of pouring and talking and more pouring ahead. What the hell did he think messing with her would accomplish? She didn’t have time for this. He was toying with her, she knew it, and she was determined to put a stop to it before she made a huge mistake. She tried to steel her resolve. “Go.”
He took a last drink of his dark beer, set the glass on the table, and with slow deliberate steps ended up in front of her. His face remained reflective, but she closed her eyes as his lips grazed her cheek. Her body flushed and it took every ounce of strength she had to resist pulling him back into her room and into her bed. Another sudden camera flash lit the hallway before she slammed the door but she barely registered it. Tears welled up, poured down her face as she leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.
Images of Dylan, of Sean, of her amazing and successful day slid through her consciousness. She heard her phone buzz. The innate marketing pro in her grabbed it. She stared at the screen, forcing her alcohol-fuzzy brain to compute the words on it.
Jen. What’s up with you and Garrison?
It was from Ben Cole, one of her most trusted media sources. He wrote the highly respected, internationally famous blog Beerbrain.com.
She groaned and tried to reply but her fingers kept fumbling as her brain started to give up the ghost and force her to sleep. Finally, she simply typed, Nothing. See you tomorrow. But the whole thing gave her an odd, fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her and Garrison. Dear God, what had she done?
And the BIG THANK YOU is....a discount code for CHEEKY BLONDE on Smashwords! Just hit this link: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/179345
And when you check out use DISCOUNT CODE: BV33Q for 40% off!!!Yeah, I'm that kinda writer for my fans.
All 5 books in 1! In print! Coming soon from Decadent Publishing
But in order to be entered to WIN a FREE COPY of CHEEKY BLONDE or a print copy of the TURKISH DELIGHTS anthology when it releases later in 2013, answer me this:
What type of beer did Sean bring to Jen's hotel room?Yeah. That.
cheers kidsDrink craft beer! Anything else and the terrorists win.Liz
To celebrate my first Love Romances Cafe award, as runner-up in the Thriller/suspense category for CHEEKY BLONDE from Decadent Publishing I am offering YOU dear follower/reader/stalker/whatever a free copy! And....a FREE CHAPTER to whet your whistle.
That's right...you may be on the fence about me and my books. You've read the good stuff and not doubt the bad about my "style" and my bending and breaking of the romance "rules" for my books. And you think to yourself, "Self," you think, "I should give this writer a shot. She's got some buzz, not as much as some but more than others. But my book spendin' money is gone for now, and until I get my tax refund I'm stuck borrowing stuff."
Fret no longer!
First: read this sexy chapter (free) from Cheeky Blonde (go ahead, it won't bite you):
The front desk staff smiled brightly at her as she stumbled into the lobby as if it were a reasonable hour and not nearly three in the morning. She gave them a little wave. They knew what to expect from this weekend full of beer people. She craved the hottest shower on the planet to erase the intoxicating memory of Sean’s hands on her skin.
She was up on the twenty-first floor, her room separated from Dylan’s by five others. She’d arranged it that way, knowing her own weakness. Determined to be a grownup about her brewer, she resolved to cut him loose officially, tomorrow, after a decent night’s sleep. But the sights and sounds of him blatantly fucking that redhead earlier, and the look of sadness on his handsome face as he put her into the cab made her realize the “cutting loose” part might not be necessary.
When the elevator stopped on her floor, she trudged down the long hallway, finding her key and fumbling it into the slot. No magic green light appeared. She stared at the thing, her mind fuzzy, as if a closer examination would reveal its secrets, and suddenly sensed Sean standing behind her. She turned, determined not to let him into her room. That damn smile of his went straight to her gut.
“So, do you want the job, or what?” He raised a dark eyebrow.
“No. But thank you for the consideration.” She looked away. “And I swear you are a stalker, if I didn’t know you as a single-minded obsessive.” She closed her eyes briefly, realizing she could have been describing herself. “Anyway, I’m done for the night, so if you’ll excuse me,” she tossed over her shoulder.
“Wait,” he said, pulling her back. “Seriously, let’s talk. I promise not to….” Without warning, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her painfully aware of how damp her panties were from his earlier efforts.
She couldn’t help but smile at him. “You could charm the birdies right out of the trees, couldn’t you, Garrison?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Probably, if I wanted them out bad enough.” He held out an arm. “Buy you a nightcap?”She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, man, it’s almost time for breakfast.” But she leaned back against her hotel room door, knowing full well she was about to invite him in.
“Well, lucky for you I brought a breakfast stout.” He presented her with the tall bottle. She sighed and handed him the key card. He slid it into the slot, never taking his gaze from hers.
Once the door was open, she ducked into the bathroom, leaving him to sort out his own seating arrangements. She splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the huge mirror. This had been the most amazing day, exactly as she imagined it would be, making Brick Street’s national debut as a legit craft brewery. And to cap it off, no less than Sean Garrison, the hated-feared-envied king of the mid-west craft-brewing universe sat out there, in her hotel room, expensive beer in hand. She put a clammy palm on her exposed upper breasts, taking deep breaths. Not only that, he had brought her to a raging orgasm practically under the feet of the entire bar and had then offered her a job.
Jesus.
“You pass out in there?”
She squared her shoulders and stepped back out into the room with every intention of booting him out before she did something foolish.
“This is delicious,” a deep, honey-smooth voice called from the other side of the nearly dark room. “Come and join me.”
Earlier resolve melted into a puddle of lust. What was it about this guy, anyway? She sat at the end of the bed, watching as he poured a small portion of the thick, dark brew. His fingers brushed hers when he handed her the glass, which zinged straight to the base of her spine. She sipped, relishing the bourbon-infused warmth as it slid down her throat. “Yum,” she said, letting the brew soothe her rattled psyche. She decided not to mince words. Straightforward always served her well.
“So, why the hell are you following me? You’re working it pretty damn hard.” She held out the glass for a refill.
His devilish grin sent a thrill through her body so strong she had to grip the edge of the bed to stay seated.
“I mean, other than wanting to fuck me, of course.” She hid her trembling by taking another gulp. The realization that she’d gladly let him do that pissed her off so much she rose from her spot, clutching her glass, needing movement to combat her nerves. He put a hand on her knee. She glared at it, large and rough against her skin, as if he actually used it for more than money counting. When he tipped her chin up to face him, she found herself staring into eyes that seemed almost sad. She clenched her own shut as his lips brushed hers. “I’ve been watching you,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you.” Her entire body broke out in chills. She opened her eyes, willing him to move away, and wanting him to kiss her more. “And I typically get what I want.” He settled back in the chair and picked up his glass.
“A control freak,” she said. “Big surprise.” She mirrored his movements, crossing her legs and taking a sip.
He smiled and her heart leapt. Damn the man. No wonder he was divorced. His sheer chemistry overwhelmed the room, and he knew it. He chuckled and leaned forward once more.
“I’m not such a bad guy, you know.” He sighed as if maintaining his innocence offered a hardship. “I think all you little brewery guys are great, and I wish you well. Just not as well as me.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to learn to share the market, pal.” She sipped the last bit of stout. “We are here to stay. And I might add, you have no shortage of enemies, which can’t be good. Buying tap handles with free beer and promising your distributors trips to the tropics for more placements and your obsession with cease-and-desist orders….”
“Babe, I’m merely doing my job, protecting my interests, and increasing Garrison’s bottom line.” Annoyance clouded his face. “Besides, you’d do the same damn thing if you had the money or the product to do it with.”
She stood, setting her glass down with a loud thunk. “Fuck you, Garrison. I will never do any of that shit.” He tilted his head and stared at her, which made her irritation worse. “I guess that takes my name off the job list. So you….” She put both hands on his shoulders and glared at him. “You can leave now. Interview over.”
With a speed she didn’t anticipate, he got to his feet, his body mere inches from hers yet again.
“Oh, we still have some talking to do, make no mistake.” His low voice set off tremors in her soul. “Something tells me we would make quite a team.” He ran the back of his hand down her face, made a humming sound in his throat. When his lips met hers, it somehow felt right this time.
Before she could stop herself, her brain a cacophony of warnings she no longer heeded, she let him shove his tongue between her lips. He moaned and cupped her ass. The swell of his erection made her shift, pressing harder into him. She groaned at the sensation of his teeth nipping at her neck. Her whole being burned with need and not for just anyone. For the man who had the ability buy and sell her company, or bankrupt it, should he see fit. He broke away and gripped her arms, his breathing heavy. “Jen,” he muttered around clenched teeth, deep blue eyes snapping with something resembling anger. “I swear I only followed you here to talk. I mean it. I—” He looked down.
Her brain snapped to attention, blowing away the horny fog that clouded it. “Okay.” She pulled out of his grip. “You know, it’s late, so I think I’m done talking.” She walked to the door and yanked it open. It was nearly four in the morning, and she had yet another day of pouring and talking and more pouring ahead. What the hell did he think messing with her would accomplish? She didn’t have time for this. He was toying with her, she knew it, and she was determined to put a stop to it before she made a huge mistake. She tried to steel her resolve. “Go.”
He took a last drink of his dark beer, set the glass on the table, and with slow deliberate steps ended up in front of her. His face remained reflective, but she closed her eyes as his lips grazed her cheek. Her body flushed and it took every ounce of strength she had to resist pulling him back into her room and into her bed. Another sudden camera flash lit the hallway before she slammed the door but she barely registered it. Tears welled up, poured down her face as she leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.
Images of Dylan, of Sean, of her amazing and successful day slid through her consciousness. She heard her phone buzz. The innate marketing pro in her grabbed it. She stared at the screen, forcing her alcohol-fuzzy brain to compute the words on it.
Jen. What’s up with you and Garrison?
It was from Ben Cole, one of her most trusted media sources. He wrote the highly respected, internationally famous blog Beerbrain.com.
She groaned and tried to reply but her fingers kept fumbling as her brain started to give up the ghost and force her to sleep. Finally, she simply typed, Nothing. See you tomorrow. But the whole thing gave her an odd, fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her and Garrison. Dear God, what had she done?
And the BIG THANK YOU is....a discount code for CHEEKY BLONDE on Smashwords! Just hit this link: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/179345
And when you check out use DISCOUNT CODE: BV33Q for 40% off!!!Yeah, I'm that kinda writer for my fans.
All 5 books in 1! In print! Coming soon from Decadent PublishingBut in order to be entered to WIN a FREE COPY of CHEEKY BLONDE or a print copy of the TURKISH DELIGHTS anthology when it releases later in 2013, answer me this:
What type of beer did Sean bring to Jen's hotel room?Yeah. That.
cheers kidsDrink craft beer! Anything else and the terrorists win.Liz
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