Blurb
Tiffany
Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all
its complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband,
Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him--including
Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then
there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's brawny friend, who won't take "no
road trip" for an answer--and who won't stop showing up in her
daydreams…
Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves.
As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
Excerpt
Blondie
stood there giving the other models a thorough eye scan. Gay. What a
shame.
She
shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was practically an
engaged woman.
Blondie
hovered at her side.
Clichés
sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath all that brawn.
Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged. “You
have to take this off for makeup.”
“Are
you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge paws around
hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate laced
with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.
She
hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”
He
looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but right at her as
if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.
“Strip?”
Up went one eyebrow.
Something
she didn’t want to name crackled through the space between them.
Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his
shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path
trail of hair disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans.
That would have to go. Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel
and focused on the writing on the front of his T-shirt: Never trust
an atom—they make up everything.
Cool
shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two people in the world
who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”
She
pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers. Tiffany glared
up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty?
Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long
johns? “You have to take it all off.”
“Normally
I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at her, inviting her
to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.
“Tiffany,
sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not your model.”
“What?”
Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her model, because
otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her throat.
He
looked back at her.
Tyrone
took her by the shoulders and spun her around. “That’s your
model.”
He
pointed to a beautiful Rocky (as in the Picture Show, not Sly)
look-alike talking earnestly to Piers. Piers lapped it up, waving one
hand through the air and patting the pretty blond boy on the arm.
“I
. . .” Tiffany peered over her shoulder. Please let the last two
minutes be a figment of her imagination. Her figment grinned at her
and tucked his hands into his back pockets.
About
Sarah
Born
British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an
incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer,
whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first
met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across
three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it
made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic
English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese,
even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking
her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a
gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a
moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil
of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She
currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters,
two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose
buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart
is most content when reading or writing books.
She
loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places
below.
Website:
http://sarahhegger.com
Amazon
Author Page:
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Twitter:
https://twitter.com/SarahHegger
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/sarahheggerauthor/
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5 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Hello, Sarah,
Thanks so much for being my guest. I adore your excerpt.
But I am not sure why my promo email to my readers didn't come through. Let me see what I can do to remedy that!
I loved your excerpt Sarah, it made me giggle and lust after Blondie. Thanks for sharing.
And thank you Lisabet for hosting and your kind words.
Thanks Lori, Blondie was fun to write.
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