Countdown to Dare to Love

CarlyPhillips_DareToLove_200x3004 days and counting. I’m so so excited. Big things are planned. Big things! Like a huge blog tour across the Internet. An exciting giveaway with a Grand Prize and other runner up prizes. A call-in radio interview on Tuesday night where we’re giving away prize packs. I’ll post all the fun information here on Monday. We will set DARE TO LOVE to go live late Saturday night. Given the craziness of each website, we’re hoping that will allow for a Monday release everywhere. Again, links will be posted here, and of course on my website, Facebook page and Twitter. You can also search and find yourself … timing is anyone’s guess. Fingers crossed! We’ve shared a lot here at Plotmonkeys, so I can ask you all to help me out and know you’ll understand. I need to spread the word about this book. If you read it and if you love it, please please please share those feelings on Amazon, BN.com, Goodreads, Twitter and Facebook.


A TINY TEASER:


Using all the willpower he had, he straightened his shoulders and stepped away first.  “Come to the stadium tomorrow morning and ask for Olivia Dare.  My sister will find the appropriate fit for you with the organization.”


“I can’t take charity.” She folded her arms across her chest.  In her defensive stance, he saw the secrets that Alex knew. 


The ones that held the key to understanding this complicated woman.  Before he was finished, he intended to know her inside and out.


He remained apart, giving her space.  “It’s not charity when I owe you for not returning your call.  It’s not nepotism, favoritism, or any other ism you might come up with either.”


She pursed her lips, obviously wavering. 


His gaze lingered on her mouth, the desire to take it overwhelming, but he refrained.  “You were willing to call me and ask me to do business with you.  Consider this a similar opportunity.  If you can’t do the job, you’re out on your ass, the same as anyone else.”  He gave her the honest truth.  He wouldn’t keep her on the payroll if she couldn’t perform.


“So? What will it be?”


In the ensuing silence, all the possible things Ian wanted to do to her, with her, passed in front of his eyes until he was convinced she’d say no.


“I’ll be there in the morning,” she finally said, extending her hand for him to shake.


Finally, he thought, grasping her smaller fingers in his.  A jolt of awareness ricocheted through him. 


Her slight gasp told him she’d felt it too.


He raised a hand and brushed his thumb over her lower lip.  Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted in surprise.  Warm breath fluttered over his finger, and the sensation went straight to his groin. 


He slid his hand over her cheek, cupping her jaw in his palm.


“You do things to me,” he murmured, grazing her soft skin with his thumb. 


She swallowed hard, her heavy-lidded gaze never leaving his.  “You do the same to me.”


Victory was sweet, but when he eased his mouth over hers, he remembered that she tasted even sweeter.  He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other, enjoying the simple act of teasing her, her body’s trembling reaction providing so much satisfaction. 


He nipped her lower lip, and she curled her fingers tighter against his waist. 


Her possessive grip only inflamed his desire.  “I want you, Riley.  I want to feel myself hard and hot inside you,” he said, nipping her lower lip.


She moaned, swaying toward him.  He caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist, turning the light kiss into a deeper one.  Her tongue slid back and forth over his, her soft sighs rocking him to his core. 


Somehow he maintained some sliver of rational thought, and with it came the knowledge that no matter how willing she seemed to be, any further and she’d convince herself to run.  She’d withdraw before they tested just how good things between them could be. 


So before he could act on impulse and take her against the wall, on her couch, or in her bed, he released her.  Steadied her.  Gave her a light kiss on the cheek, said good night, and walked out the door.


He’d convinced her to come to his turf.  For now, that had to be enough.


@ CP Publishing, Carly Phillips 2013


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