Release Day!!
Usually I say FINALLY on release day but in this case, I just found out MONDAY that today is release day!!! I thought it was a typo and my editor meant MAY 18. But no...it's today! Yay!
You've been hearing me blog and Tweet about Breakaway for ages, and here it is! Read more about pro athlete romance heroes today at Nine Naughty Novelists - do you like them, or not?
I'm giving away a copy at my Facebook page - so come "like me" (I hate saying that!) and leave a comment for a chance to win.
Also if you join my newsletter group, I give away a copy of every new release to one newsletter subscriber
Here's a little excerpt from Breakaway:
“You’re not my type,” Jason said.
Huh? She blinked. “Okay, then.” She started to stand but he grabbed her hand and tugged her back down, almost onto his lap.
“I mean…you didn’t used to be my type. Hell.” The corners of his mouth turned down. “I sound like an idiot. I am an idiot.”
Her heart softened. She relaxed onto the couch, his arm around her waist, and it felt sooooo good.
“You’re not an idiot,” she said with a little laugh.
“Yeah, I am. Bah.” He shook his head, mouth tight. “What I mean is, I’m not normally attracted to cute little blondes.”
Cute little blonde? Yeah, that was her. How she wished she had mile-long legs and big boobs and full lips like Brianne Haskett. Stephanie Seymour. Laetitia Casta. All those other Victoria’s Secret models who looked like that.
No, she was teeny weeny, skinny, flat-chested, with wispy blonde hair.
But Jason seemed to find her attractive.
She tilted her head to one side and regarded him through a rum-and-lust haze. “You’re kidding. Right?”
“No. I mean…” He looked confused. “I’m not kidding about not usually being attracted to cute little blondes. But you’re…cute.”
She laughed. Shook her head. Wished for another drink.
The crazy thing was, he was exactly the type of guy she was attracted to. Not just physically—big guys had always appealed to her, maybe because she was small—but she also liked his smile, his wide mouth and how it tilted up at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, the fact that he was gorgeous but wasn’t all hung up on himself and the most important thing—he’d dumped a supermodel!
Dammit. What the hell was going on here? She looked around a bit frantically, now hoping Delise would show up and rescue her. But Delise was nowhere in sight. And Jason was right next to her, touching her, his big body radiating heat. He smelled good, like he’d just showered, a fresh masculine scent of shampoo and men’s shower gel, and a faint shadow of beard shaded his jaw. Yum. She wanted to bite him.
Whoa. She blinked. Her mind was in the gutter. What kind of responsible, big sister/school teacher was she?
He put a big hand on her cheek, cupping it, and she melted into a liquid puddle of lust on the red leather banquette. “You’re sweet,” he said, almost sounding surprised. “Okay. We’ll just stay here for a while. We can talk here.”
She nodded.
“You’re a free woman,” he said with a sexy smile. “And I’m a free man. We should both be celebrating. Why not together?”
She took in a long, slow breath. “Why not?” She smiled at him.
“Here’s the deal,” he said. “I’m not ready to settle down. I like you. We could have fun together.”
“We could.” Oh lord. What had she just said? She closed her eyes briefly, then focused on him and firmed her lips. “I’m not ready to settle down either. I just got my freedom. I’ve had enough responsibility. All I want is to have some fun.”
Even as she said the words, a small niggle of guilt wormed its way into her conscience. Was it true? Was that really all she wanted? She’d been mature, responsible, dependable for so long…did she even know how to just have fun?
She wanted to find out.
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You've been hearing me blog and Tweet about Breakaway for ages, and here it is! Read more about pro athlete romance heroes today at Nine Naughty Novelists - do you like them, or not?
I'm giving away a copy at my Facebook page - so come "like me" (I hate saying that!) and leave a comment for a chance to win.
Also if you join my newsletter group, I give away a copy of every new release to one newsletter subscriber
Here's a little excerpt from Breakaway:
“You’re not my type,” Jason said.
Huh? She blinked. “Okay, then.” She started to stand but he grabbed her hand and tugged her back down, almost onto his lap.
“I mean…you didn’t used to be my type. Hell.” The corners of his mouth turned down. “I sound like an idiot. I am an idiot.”
Her heart softened. She relaxed onto the couch, his arm around her waist, and it felt sooooo good.
“You’re not an idiot,” she said with a little laugh.
“Yeah, I am. Bah.” He shook his head, mouth tight. “What I mean is, I’m not normally attracted to cute little blondes.”
Cute little blonde? Yeah, that was her. How she wished she had mile-long legs and big boobs and full lips like Brianne Haskett. Stephanie Seymour. Laetitia Casta. All those other Victoria’s Secret models who looked like that.
No, she was teeny weeny, skinny, flat-chested, with wispy blonde hair.
But Jason seemed to find her attractive.
She tilted her head to one side and regarded him through a rum-and-lust haze. “You’re kidding. Right?”
“No. I mean…” He looked confused. “I’m not kidding about not usually being attracted to cute little blondes. But you’re…cute.”
She laughed. Shook her head. Wished for another drink.
The crazy thing was, he was exactly the type of guy she was attracted to. Not just physically—big guys had always appealed to her, maybe because she was small—but she also liked his smile, his wide mouth and how it tilted up at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, the fact that he was gorgeous but wasn’t all hung up on himself and the most important thing—he’d dumped a supermodel!
Dammit. What the hell was going on here? She looked around a bit frantically, now hoping Delise would show up and rescue her. But Delise was nowhere in sight. And Jason was right next to her, touching her, his big body radiating heat. He smelled good, like he’d just showered, a fresh masculine scent of shampoo and men’s shower gel, and a faint shadow of beard shaded his jaw. Yum. She wanted to bite him.
Whoa. She blinked. Her mind was in the gutter. What kind of responsible, big sister/school teacher was she?
He put a big hand on her cheek, cupping it, and she melted into a liquid puddle of lust on the red leather banquette. “You’re sweet,” he said, almost sounding surprised. “Okay. We’ll just stay here for a while. We can talk here.”
She nodded.
“You’re a free woman,” he said with a sexy smile. “And I’m a free man. We should both be celebrating. Why not together?”
She took in a long, slow breath. “Why not?” She smiled at him.
“Here’s the deal,” he said. “I’m not ready to settle down. I like you. We could have fun together.”
“We could.” Oh lord. What had she just said? She closed her eyes briefly, then focused on him and firmed her lips. “I’m not ready to settle down either. I just got my freedom. I’ve had enough responsibility. All I want is to have some fun.”
Even as she said the words, a small niggle of guilt wormed its way into her conscience. Was it true? Was that really all she wanted? She’d been mature, responsible, dependable for so long…did she even know how to just have fun?
She wanted to find out.
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