Monday, April 18, 2011

Release Day - Risking Delaney - Contest

So... It's my birthday and it's release day... so guess what? I'm going to giveway a copy of Risking Delaney in celebration! Just comment below and include your email address and I pick a winner tomorrow.

A few weeks of great sex, sure. A lifetime of danger -- hell no.

Running the family campground was the last thing Brock Chandler wanted. But, when it’s dumped on him, he makes big plans. Incorporating extreme sports into the thriving business is his top priority…until his grandfather, the majority stockholder, says he has a corporate buyer and wants to sell.

Delaney Breaux is giving up the rat race in Manhattan and heading home to New Orleans. Leaving her job as a busy marketing executive is the one thing she’ll miss. Spending a few weeks with her about-to-be-married best friend seems like a good transition. Instead it turns into an adventurous detour.

Brock Chandler is a walking ad for danger and she’s lived her life for security. When their worlds collide for a second time anything can happen.

Content warning: This story contains explicit sex, strong language, and men who live for danger.

You can read and excerpt here

And there is a sale for release day here

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Risking Delaney - Excerpt - Releases 4/18!

Risking Delaney, will be released 4/18/2011. You can find out more details here

“You look beautiful,” Brock said.

A short burst of laughter escaped Delaney. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The wicked twist of his lips made her insides flutter. “Completely honest. I love an outdoor girl.”

“I’m not.”

“You look like one. You fish like one.”

She shook her head. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you looks can be deceiving?”

Although her clothes were mostly wet and her hair twisted into a knot, contentment outweighed her worry of her physical appearance. Those were two dangerous feelings to have in the company of bad boy Brock Chandler.

“Nothing about you is deceiving. You enjoyed yourself today,” Brock said.

“Maybe. A little,” she replied.

“A lot.”

His hair glistened, became an almost golden color. As he loaded the gear, the muscles on his bare back flexed, making her mouth go dry. He stopped and turned, a hint of a smile on his face. “What are you doing over there?”

She licked her lips. “Watching you. At least you were smart enough to wear swim trunks.”

“I had an advantage. I knew where we were going.” He handed her a container of baby powder. “This will knock the sand off.”

“You were nice enough to tell me to put on a t-shirt, even though it’s soaked.” She gave him a thoughtful look. “Of course, maybe that was what you were after.”

His smile lit his entire face. “Maybe. Here. You can wear mine.”

Delaney took the dry shirt he offered, pulled it over her head and held it out far enough so she could extract herself from her shirt. Brock laughed. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”

“We are in broad daylight. Anyone could stumble upon us.”

“Come on.” He tossed her wet shirt in the cooler and handed her onto the seat. “I want to show you something.”

Their flirtatious banter was the most fun she’d had in ages.

She’d only gotten a small taste of the real Brock before. He had a larger than life personality and the feelings he evoked in her were downright overwhelming.

They drove for a few miles, and the bumpiness of the road ensured they remained in close proximity. Brock parked at a concrete piling and pulled binoculars from the rear view mirror. He led her to the side of the piling, where there was a makeshift stairway of concrete block.

“Step up to the top,” he said, and held her hand for support as she climbed. Heat flashed from her hand to the already tense spot between her legs.

At the top with her, he held the binoculars to his eyes.

“Here.” He handed them over and leaned around, wrapping her in his arms. “Look, right below the fallen cypress.” His chin rested against her ear, his breath was a whisper on her neck. A shiver danced up her spine.

Delaney looked, and if he had not been there she might have stumbled. “Wow, they’re close. Is it safe to be here?”

He took the binoculars. “You can see them without these. I wanted you to see her up close.”

“Her? You know this alligator personally, do you?”

“Yeah, let me show you.” He lifted the binoculars back to her eyes. “She has a six or seven inch ridge behind her right eye.”

She laughed. “You could have seen the mark just now. If she’s here, there must be dozens of others around here too.”

“Hundreds. I guess you think this is pretty lame entertainment?”

Actually, she was enjoying herself. “No, I think bird watching would be safer.”

“But I live for danger.”