BOMBSHELL - New IR Release (NO cliffhangers)

[Xyla]

Bombshell, a new IR romance novel is full-length, 75k pageturner with NO cliffhangers.
It is available for Pre-Order and will be released July 15th. Don't miss it! http://goo.gl/nAUl7P
You can read the excerpt here!
“Can I get a tall macchiato caramel?" I asked the Starbucks barista.
“Is that all?” she asked.
I nodded and opened my purse that was hanging off my shoulder and rested on my left hip.
…
“Make that two,” a deep voice said from behind me.
I whipped around and almost hit him with my head because he was so close. The man was leaning over me to pay the barista for the drinks.
What the hell?
Here’s the thing, I’m 5’9 and I had on 3” heeled boots, so I’m a pretty tall lady. This guy was leaning over me, so he had to be around 6’5 or taller. When he stood up to his full height, I saw it was the guy from the elevator.
“Sir, what are you doing?” I was annoyed.
His eyes slid down to mine. “Treating a beautiful lady,” he smoothly responded.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I shook my head at the barista and went to hand her my card.
She looked confused, but went to grab my card. He snatched the card out of my hands and sternly stated, “I got this.”
Well, I’ll be.
At that point, the barista took his twenty dollar bill and deposited it in the register, gave him his change and asked, “Your name?”
“Joshua,” he replied.
I could play this one of a few ways, I thought as I stared at him with my mouth open.
Option 1: I could be a total bi*** and tell him where he can go, how I can pay for my own coffee and how dare he have the nerve to try and bend me to his will.
Option 2: I could thank him politely, get my coffee and go home.
Option 3: I could smile and say thank you.
I couldn’t tell if he was good looking or not, because I was now thoroughly pissed. He no longer had the scowl on his face, but a smirk. I felt like he walked over me and disregarded my wishes, but that didn’t mean I needed to act on that feeling. I didn’t want to make a scene at the Starbucks, because I frequently came here as many of my clients were in this area. However, I did want to make it clear to him who he was dealing with. As I was preparing myself to go with Option 1, but a more civilized and modified version, he reached his hand up to my mouth and closed my lips with his thumb and index finger. Then he slipped my card back in my purse with his other hand.

[Xyla]

There are no cliffhangers in BOMBSHELL.