Tuesday, July 12, 2011
And the Fairy Tale Continues...
Alert! Alert! This blog is egocentric and may contain elements of pride and boasting.
Once upon a time, there was an author who released a book entitled Loving the Beast and it was the first book in a series called, Fairy Tales Unleashed. After reaching #1 at All Romance eBooks , Breathless Press bought the second book in the series, A Perfect Fit, based on Cinderella...that's right!! I sold the second book and danced naked under the moon in celebration! Okay, maybe not, but I did shimmy in my sweats.
So I'm pretty doggone excited! I even have a bea-u-ti-ful cover! See? No. Look to the left. There it is. You want to read the blurb? Well, okay. If you insist! LOL!
Once upon a time there was a young woman of beauty, grace, and good-nature...
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Rowyn Jeong knows her no-nonsense, less-than-warm personality cannot compare to her stepsister, Cindy's, bubbly charm and beauty. Hey, everyone has their niche, right? But being the plainer, wicked stepsister has never bothered her more than when Darius Fiore reappears in her life. Darius Fiore—the man she indulged in a one-night stand with six months ago, the businessman threatening her position within her stepfather's company, and the man her sister has her eyes—and hands—on.
Rowyn has never forgotten the man who allowed her to be someone else for a few, sex-filled hours. Now that Darius has turned up in her territory, will he see past the hard exterior to the woman beneath, hungry for love and acceptance?
More, you say? An excerpt? Well, sure!
Excerpt *Warning: Includes the bad words!*
Who was Rowyn Jeong? The contained, aloof businesswoman? Or the sensual, uninhibited lover who had disappeared without a hint to her existence except for the lingering scent of sex on his bedsheets and a beautiful necklace and pendant.
Determined to find out, Darius stepped forward. He noticed her back stiffen as he approached, but she didn't turn around to face him. He didn't pause until the lapel of his jacket grazed the deep red satin of her dress.
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks. It was either that or grab her arms, turn her around, and lick the plump bottom curve of her lip before sliding his tongue deep into the mouth he'd had wet dreams about.
Their eyes met and held for a brief space of time in the darkened window that reflected their images. Unlike Cindy, the top of Rowyn's head grazed his chin, and he didn't feel like a hulking giant next to Thumbelina. From experience, he knew her sexy curves complimented his body like a perfect puzzle piece. Again and again, her breasts had pressed to his chest, his hips to that beautiful rounded ass. He inhaled. And like a deer scenting water, his body reacted to her skin's perfume.
His breathing deepened; his skin prickled. His cock hardened to the point of sweet pain. Fuck, the smell of her was like a hot palm squeezing his dick.
"Did you just smell my hair?"
The husky tone contradicted the sharp words. Her back remained to him, but Darius glimpsed the narrowing of her eyes in the window.
"Yes, I think I did." From her silence, he assumed his candor surprised her. He could have lied. Probably should have. But considering the lurid images that had been running through his mind from the moment she'd walked through that living room door over an hour ago, smelling her hair seemed pretty low on the you're-a-sick-fuck list. Hell, every time she'd closed her lips around her fork he'd pictured Rowyn as she'd been that night—kneeling before him, her pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock, her moans vibrating along his skin, dark eyes gleaming with pleasure…
His skin felt like a "dry clean only" suit that had been washed: tight as shit. His cock throbbed, and lust gripped his gut in a headlock. In six months, no other woman had made his dick twitch, much less harden to full erection. Shit, if not for the fact it jerked and erupted in his hand every night to thoughts of this woman, he would've believed an emergency regimen of Viagra was in order.
Rowyn turned to face him. Without flinching, she tilted her head back to meet his stare. No fidgeting. No hint of coyness. No flirting. And damn, wasn't that hot?
"At the risk of sounding cliché, it's a very small world." The understatement of the century, he scoffed.
"Somehow I don't believe Jiminy Cricket meant bumping into someone he'd seen naked. And in his parents' home."
Though the image of a tuxedo-clothed cricket bumping uglies was disturbing, he couldn't suppress the spurt of humor at her dry wit. It had been one of the characteristics that had captured his attention and kept him pinned to that barstool all those months ago. It was also one that had failed to make an appearance this evening until now. Now, as then, it only enhanced the natural beauty and allure that even her cool demeanor, restrained hair, and subtle clothing couldn't hide.
A Perfect Fit releases September 2, 2011! Thank you for allowing me to be crass and narcissistic!