Foreign Affairs Contest!
Lexxie and I will be holding a red hot dirty excerpts party in April! We’ll be sharing super spicy snippets from each of our Foreign Affairs books.
And to sweeten the pot, we’re making a contest of it. The game is simple. Just read the short excerpt from Misplaced Princess below and answer the question. Then boogie over to Lexxie’s blog to check out another excerpt and find a second question.
Each Wednesday (April 3, 10, 17, 24), we’ll feature a different book from the series and two more questions. On April 24…you can email your 8 answers to carmichm1@yahoo.com to be entered to win.
AND…what’s the prize? It’s an Ellora’s Cave box o’ fun! That’s right–there are all kinds of crazy Ellora’s Cave things (track pants, t-shirt, hats, keychain, post-its, deck of cards, etc) as well as two signed print books–one from Lexxie and another from Mari and a $25 gift card to Amazon. You must email the answers by May 5 to be entered to win!
The first round starts today, April 3, and we’re posting snippets from Misplaced Princess.
Foreign Affairs, Book One
Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a sexy cowboy she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.
Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.
When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?
Misplaced Princess is available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ARe, Kobo, and Sony.
Excerpt:
“You’re here!” she said.
Hunter tried to place the woman’s face. She looked vaguely familiar. “I am?” His mother claimed he’d been cursed with a sarcastic streak as wide as Farpoint since the day he was born. While his mum found it annoying, Hunter had never found a good reason to curb that personality trait.
The pretty woman smiled. “I was starting to worry.”
Before he could tell her she had the wrong bloke and should go ahead and hang on to her anxiety, she took a step closer and threw her arms around him.
The hard-on Hunter had managed to batten down as he’d walked away from his potential shower partner reemerged when her firm breasts brushed against his chest. Bloody hell. Who knew the airport was such a great place to pick up women? He might have to fly to Sydney International more often.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, he accepted the embrace, loosely wrapping his arms around her back. The lovely lady was just the right height for him and had some sexy curves. He liked a woman with meat on her bones.
She pulled away slightly and he started to release her, but she kept her arms wrapped around him and upped the ante, kissing him.
It started as a sweet, friendly kiss, but Hunter wasn’t having any of that shit. She smelled and tasted too good. He grasped her soft face and held her close. He turned his head and deepened the kiss, pressing her lips open so he could get an even better taste. He was thrilled when her tongue met his halfway. Jesus. This chick could kiss.
The flash of a camera distracted him and he felt the woman stiffen slightly. He ignored both, pressing his lips more firmly against hers. She relaxed—then another camera flashed. And another.
He thought he heard the woman mutter the word “fuck” as she stepped away.
“We need to get out of here,” she said.
With some distance between them, Hunter’s brain reengaged. It was clear she had the wrong guy, but it was going to be awkward to admit that, given the liberties he’d taken with her mouth.
“Listen, love—” he began.
She ignored him. Bending over, she retrieved her suitcases. Handing one to him, she briskly walked away from the service desk. He dragged her bag and tried to keep up.
“Where’s your car?” she asked.
“Don’t have one.”
That admission stalled her for a moment. “Dylan, the paparazzi have spotted me. We’ve gotta get out of here.”
Two words resonated in his brain. “Dylan” and “paparazzi”.
Who the bloody hell was this woman?
1. Who does the woman kissing Hunter think he is?
Now…don’t forget there are two questions. The other excerpt/question can be found at Lexxie’s blog. DON’T post answer in the comments. All 8 questions will be emailed at the end of the month. 
Good luck and thanks for playing!
