Good news! I'm kicking off 2015 by putting Hustled To The Altar on sale for 99c through January. (That's roughly $1.15 Cdn and 99p in UK)
It's on all digital platforms, even Google Play. It's a bit on the silly side, but will definitely give you a few chuckles to start your year off right. Here's the blurb and keep scrolling for a Hustled To The Altar excerpt and giveaway.
One Con Artist Bride... The last thing Renny O'Laughlin wants to do on the day before her wedding is see her eccentric ex-boyfriend--the one with more dollars than sense who provokes the thrill-seeker inside her. But his grandmother just got duped. Renny has to tell Con before she marries another man and leaves forever.
One Innovative Ex-Lover... Games-inventor Conroy Burke won't buckle to convention, especially marriage. He's crazy about Renny though. She's the only woman able to keep up with him. When she explains how Gran was tricked, he sees an opportunity to convince his wildcard she doesn't really want to settle down.
One chance to sting a professional thief... Renny agrees to identify the swindler to the police, not expecting a caper with inept kidnappers, an ambitious reporter chasing the story--or her old feelings for Con to resurface. Marriage will make an honest woman of her, but getting Gran's money back would prove it too. It all makes for...
One hectic day before a wedding.
As you may have guessed, all the action takes place in one day, the day before Renny is marrying Jacob. She just has this teensy errand with her ex-lover, Con, though. He wants her to turn identifying the thief into a sting against the guy who stole his grandmother's money. Here they set up their roles in a hotel jewelry store, pretending she's his mistress.
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Con handed his platinum card to the clerk, enjoying both the flush he caused in Renny’s cheeks and the fluster he caused behind the counter as the employee handed the card to his boss before searching for boxes beneath the display case.
“Is that enough sparklies?” Con goaded.
“You’re a lunatic,” she said in an undertone. Her lips quivered, almost caught by laughter.
He raised his brows, waiting for her to break.
She showed him her cheek, clinging to the spoiled mistress role. Just.
Well, shoot, he almost had her. He’d give her another nudge. Tipping her into his arms, he kissed her, half expecting a knee to the groin.
What he got was a start of surprise and a soft shudder that melted her tension. Her hands slid up his chest and linked behind his neck as she curled into the embrace and pressed his head down, sealing their mouths.
Deprived of her for months, he deepened the kiss, found her bottom lip and gently sucked. Her tongue touched his, causing a thump of sensation in his chest. Warmth pooled through his belly and into his groin while their mouths broke apart only to meet again with parted lips, like starvation victims slaking their hunger with bite after bite of sumptuous fare.
He had kissed her on impulse, for their audience, to catch her off guard and see what would happen, to see if she could hold onto her role. He had kissed her for a hundred reasons, not expecting that his control would slip, his mind would fog and his thoughts would narrow to a single goal: hold onto her and never let her go.
Before he lost it enough to make lewd use of the nearest flat surface, he pulled away, wondering only then if her response had been real or for show.
Renny drew back. Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze fixed on her hands where they rested against his chest.
Con touched his thumb to the corner of her mouth, erasing a smudge of coral pink. He allowed his fingertips to linger on her cheek, appreciating the softness of her skin, coaxing her to lift her chin and look at him.
Slowly she backed away, but her gaze stayed on her left hand. On Jacob’s ring.
He caught her wrist, gently worked the ring off and dropped it into his shirt pocket.
She parted her lips to protest and he leaned forward to kiss her again, lightly, then touched her mouth with his fingertip, keeping her silent while he reached for the new ring on the counter.
When he would have slipped it on to replace Jacob’s, she drew her left hand away and offered her right.
If he wanted to make a serious effort to get her back, now was the moment to drop to his knee and do it properly. The ring was a staircase of emerald baguettes curved around a highly set opal. Not what anyone would regard as a typical engagement ring. Nevertheless, the symbolism would be there, if he placed it on her left hand now.
Panic stung his veins.
Purchasing this ridiculous pile of jewelry had been less about playing the rich man for Felix and more about making her laugh, but neither of them was laughing. His palms began to sweat and his chest felt constricted. He slid the ring down the third finger of her right hand.
Her lips quivered and went flat. Disappointment? Maybe. A poorly played hand on his part? No question. But he had scored a point with that kiss.
She reached for the necklace on the counter and it slithered through her fingers, taking the bracelet and brooch with it onto the floor.
Sagging into a crouch, she reached for them.
Con squatted in front of her, held out the brooch. It was a gold domino, the dots blue sapphires.
“You should buy some decent shoes,” she said quietly.
He had changed into clothing from the luggage in his trunk: a short-sleeved shirt, patterned like a blue and green checkerboard, and tailored dark green pants. He had shaved while he’d waited for Renny at Walmart, but hadn’t bothered replacing his disreputable sneakers.
“I want you.” He was willing to make the admission because he was so close to getting her on his terms.
“You had me. Now you don’t.”
“I almost did, a minute ago.”
She stayed crouched beside him, the necklace coiled in her lap while she fastened the bracelet. “We don’t have time for a post-mortem, Con. I’m going to find a phone and call Jacob. You should buy some shoes.”
She was brushing aside their kiss, their history, the desire still between them. Everything. He used humor to deflect his hurt.
“You’re sexy when you get bossy.”
“Now you’re just being a tease.”
She opened her mouth but a bell pinged as someone entered the store, making them both turn their heads.
Jacob walked in.
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I've spent a few evenings organizing different giveaways for the year. My intention is to have something up every month. I'm still figuring out all the tricks of using Rafflecopter--which gets easier the more you pay, go figure. I think this is live, isn't it? And here's a photo of the prize:
I submitted my revisions for my next Harlequin Presents! It's titled Vows Of Revenge and is scheduled for Sept 2015. I've also got the green light on my next project for Harlequin, but I want to wait a bit to reveal it. I'm really excited! We'll just refer to it as #SecretBS, lol.
I'm also working on my fourth novella for Montana Born. It will be part of their bride series. And I'll have a cover reveal for my third book, The Bachelor's Baby, very soon.
If you'd like to be notified when those new books release, please join my newsletter. I always draw from my subscriber list for a signed copy of my newest print release. The newsletter only comes out when I have a new book and this is what it looks like:
Please check back next week when I'll start #SampleSunday excerpts for The Sheikh's Sinful Seduction.
March 2015! Pre-order The Sheikh's Sinful Seduction now.
Meanwhile, grab your copy of Hustled To The Altar and settle in for some giggles.
Also, watch for giveaways of these two anthologies when my next Montana Born books come out (March & May):
Christmas in Montana which contains:
- Oct 13 - Blame The Mistletoe by Dani Collins
- Oct 16 - Mistletoe Wedding by Melissa McClone
- Oct 20 - Her Mistletoe Cowboy by Alissa Callen
- Nov 7 - Cowboy It's Cold Outside by Katherine Garbera
Want a sample? Read #TeaserTuesday - Blame The Mistletoe here
Montana Homecoming which contains:
- Sept 22 - Sing Me Back Home by Eve Gaddy
- Sept 25 - Finding Home by Roxanne Snopek
- Sept 29 - Hometown Hero by Dani Collins
- Oct 02 - Long Way Home by Kathleen O’Brien
- Oct 06 - Home For Good by Terri Reed
And I'm always happy to send a signed bookmark. Just ask! The latest ones look like this:
That's the front and back. Aren't they pretty? Email me your postal address and I'll mail you one, signed by yours truly. It's that easy!
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I've been hibernating through the holidays and have quite a few deadlines through the spring, but now that it's a new year, I plan to check in more often. Have a great weekend and please come back soon.