As promised, the made-of-awesome Jennifer Hayward is guest posting here today with an exclusive excerpt from her February Harlequin Presents, An Exquisite Challenge. Please visit Jennifer's blog for a unique snippet from my book, A Debt Paid In Passion.
Also as promised, a limited edition 2in1 only available in the UK. Jennifer and I received a few author copies which we've signed and switched so the winner will get both author's autographs. To enter for a chance to win, join my newsletter.
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On to Jennifer's Delicious De Campos
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When my brilliant fellow Canuck Presents writer, Dani Collins, suggested we exchange posts for our February Valentine’s books in a ‘Freaky Friday’ switch, I thought it was an inspired idea! Considering Mills & Boon has paired Dani and I together in a limited edition 2 in 1 volume for our February releases, it’s a beautiful thing.
If I do say so myself, I think we’ve written two hot books for the month of hearts, and I’m super excited to bring Dani’s extremely sexy Raoul and her feisty Sirena to my blog. Her excerpt from A Debt Paid In Passion is smokin’ hot. And I mean smokin’ hot.
Which would also serve to describe my very sexy winemaker, Gabe De Campo, hero of my February release, An Exquisite Challenge, the follow to my So You Think You Can Write-winning debut, The Divorce Party. Because who doesn’t love a man who makes wine?
Hope you enjoy this excerpt in which Gabe & Alex finally give into the heat between them. It’s been coming for a long, long time. Leave a comment and I’ll give away a copy of An Exquisite Challenge. Cheers and I hope you have a hot Valentine’s Day yourself.
Wine magnate Gabe De Campo has fired his PR company three weeks before the most anticipated launch event the industry's ever seen. Enter Alexandra Anderson—the last woman he should ever work with, but the only woman who can help.
Gabe and Alex have always been a lethal combination, and with so much at stake for them both, failure is not an option. Can they ignore the powerful attraction between them in order to maintain their professionalism…or is it only a matter of time before the cork is popped on their passion?
‘I told you to lose the earrings,’ he drawled.
She lifted her hands to her ears in a self-conscious movement. ‘I couldn’t exactly just stash them on a corner of the buffet.’
His purposeful stare suggested she lose them now. Excitement roared through her, licked at her nerve endings. She reached up and pulled the outrageously expensive jewelry from her ears and secured the backs with trembling fingers.
He took them from her and set them on the table. ‘Nice gift,’ he murmured. ‘Cost of a small car and all.’
Green eyes tangled with brown. ‘I like to think of them as a reminder of how untrustworthy men can be.’
His brow lifted. ‘Are we talking one particular man here or the species in general?’
‘I’d have to go with the great majority,’ she responded. ‘Lilly would say I should say ‘present company excluded’, of course. She thinks you’re one of the good guys.’
His mouth quirked. ‘And what do you think?’
She lifted a shoulder. ‘Does it matter? This is about sex, isn’t it?’
He picked up his scotch and took a long sip. Set it down with a deliberate movement. ‘I’ve never seen a more jaw droppingly beautiful woman in my life than you tonight.’
Her heart stuttered in her chest. Damnit he was smooth. And hell did she feel reckless. She’d just thrown the party of the year. She was on top of the world.
‘First move’s yours, Lex,’ he murmured. ‘After that, all bets are off.’
Never one to resist a challenge, she leaned down, braced her hand against his shoulder to steady herself and set her mouth to his. Explored his beautiful, sensuous lips like she’d been desperate to for days. He allowed her her leisure, let her have her fill of him. Then he reached up, tangled his hand in her hair and brought her down on his lap. Hard, dominant male greeted her silk covered thighs. His kiss when he took control was gentle and fiery at the same time. Touched something deep inside of her. And if she’d ever had any doubt that making love with Gabe would strip her bare, it went up in smoke now.
A tremor slid through her. He pulled back, his gaze questioning. This was why she’d never gone here. Because she wasn’t sure how she’d come out the other side.
She plastered a careless smile across her lips. ‘I think I’m having performance anxiety.’
His mouth tipped upward. ‘Maybe I’m not that good.’
‘Maybe you’re better.’
He set his lips to her jaw. ‘Why don’t you find out?’
Her career in journalism and PR, including years of working alongside powerful, charismatic CEOs and traveling the world, has provided perfect fodder for the fast-paced, sexy stories she likes to write, always with a touch of humour.
Her debut novel, The Divorce Party, won Harlequin’s 2012 So You Think You Can Write global writing competition.
A native of Canada’s East coast, Jennifer lives in Toronto with her Viking husband and young Viking-in-training.
She’d love to hear from you at her website: jenniferhaywardromance.com or