Thursday, 18 February 2016

REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: THE BRIDE WORE STARLIGHT by LIZBETH SELVIG


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The Bride Wore Starlight
Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys #3

By: Lizbeth Selvig

Releasing February 9. 2016
Avon Impulse
In The Bride Wore Starlight ( Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys #3) by Lizbeth Selvig, Joely Crockett has struggled with what her life has become since a devastating car accident left her most prized possession dead. She's never going to be the beauty she once was, now that she's scarred, bound to a wheelchair and having to be rolled down the aisle at her sister's wedding. However, it's not long before she's finding the spark she once had before she was injured, and it's all due to Alec Morrissey, a man that's had his own fair share of loss.
Having enjoyed the other books of this series, I couldn't wait to read what was in store for Joely, and again Ms. Selvig has penned an incredible read about two main characters overcoming the tragedies of their pasts, so they can have a chance at happy ever after. This book started off brilliantly, but it was when the hero and heroine met that the story really took off for me. Becoming fast-paced and completely engrossing with its well-written dialogue that was a perfect blend of playful and intense.  
I absolutely loved both main characters, their back stories and the challenges they had to overcome to be together. Such as a soon-to-be ex-husband giving Joely grief, and whether Alec can give his aunt and uncle a second chance.  Alec is good for Joely. He really pushes the heroine to see that she's not helpless. That she can do anything she wants to, if she's willing to take charge of her life, instead of allowing her injuries to continue to hold her back. Plus, it helps that he's been in a similar situation.
While the heroine, she really grows throughout this story. At first, she seems rather fragile with everything that's happened to her. Yet, once she meets Alec, she becomes strong and brave. A real fighter. Determined to reclaim her life, and see which aspects of her old life she can still do. Such as ride a horse, drive a car, even discover whether she has a chance to try for the career she's always wanted.
The chemistry between Alec and Joely is really intense from the moment they meet, and every time they banter, whether playfully or either of them losing their temper, the sexual tension increases until it's spills over onto the pages in nicely-detailed sex scenes. 
Overall, I loved this story and believe it's the best one yet of the series. Besides, I really liked how much the secondary characters encouraged their relationship because if anyone deserved to be happy it was Joely. The story ended wonderfully with Alec surprising Joely in more ways than one. Firstly, by doing something that he swore he'd never do again and then by asking Joely about their future together. I would highly recommend The Bride Wore Starlight, especially if you enjoy ex-military heroes, cowboys, or wounded heroines fighting for that much deserved second chance.   

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Once comfortable on stage in front of thousands, Joely Crockett is now mortified at the thought of walking—or rolling—down the aisle at her sisters’ wedding. Scarred and wheelchair-bound, the former beauty queen has lost more than the ability to walk—she’s lost her fire. But when one handsome, arrogant guest accuses her of milking her injuries and ignites her ire, Joely finally starts to feel truly alive again, and soon it’s impossible for her to resist her heart’s desire.

Alec Morrissey knows a little something about loss. A famous rodeo cowboy before he was injured in Iraq, he’s managed to create something of a normal life, even if it’s not the one he always imagined. Encountering stunning but damaged Joely, he sees a kindred spirit who can learn from his mistakes.

As these two healing souls begin to fall in love under the Wyoming stars, they must discover if they are willing to give in to the tragedies of life or fight for a future together.
 
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The contact with Alec’s strong, long-fingered hand didn’t do anything to quell the annoyance dancing in her stomach. Or was it attraction? Or just a very long time since a man had taken her hand?

He tugged gently and braced his feet so she could stand and get her solid leg beneath her.

Her eyes came level with his tie. That put him at roughly six feet, she thought inanely, although, in truth, no thoughts but inane ones filled her head. Up close his eyes shone a dark, rich amber, and his full, upturned lips made him appear prone to smiling. His hat looked so natural on him he might well have been born with it on.

He held out his right elbow. “Just think of me as a human hiking stick.”

He hadn’t said “cane.” He hadn’t said “crutch.” She offered a tentative, grateful smile, took a deep breath, and nodded.

What could have been horribly awkward turned out to be an easy partnership. Alec seemed to know instinctively how to step where she needed him for support, and his arm offered a perfect grip that she could lean into as firmly as she wanted. It took a dozen or so strides to get the coordination right, but slowly she figured out how to step firmly with her right leg and use Alec’s weight to help swing and step quickly with her left. She’d walked like this with crutches, but this felt so quasi normal—she almost enjoyed it.

Almost.

They came to the stairs, and she froze. A flat path was easy. Going up stairs was awkward but doable. But going down threw her weight forward, and she didn’t have the strength or balance to keep from pitching headfirst down the flight.

“We’re doing great,” he said. “There are only six.”

We’re doing fine,” he’d said. She didn’t know this man from any random person, and yet he knew how to speak as if they’d been doing this forever.

“I really should have a body on the other side, too,” she admitted reluctantly. “I suck at stairs.”

“Here’s the deal.” He removed her hand from his elbow and held it, then wrapped his right arm loosely around her waist. “It’s your balance that’s got you spooked. You haven’t practiced with it, but your left leg is strong enough. Trust yourself. You know the drill: bad leg—”

“First,” she finished. “Yes. But it doesn’t hold my weight.”

“Eventually it will, but for now we’ll step together, and you lean into me when you’re using that leg.”

How did he know so effortlessly what to do? He’d probably had plenty of bangs and bruises when he’d been on the rodeo circuit—maybe this was second nature for him.

They navigated the stairs like they’d been doing it for years. She’d never have made it on her own, and such an exercise had been clunky at best with a physical therapist. When she stood at the bottom without aid of a crutch or two side walkers, her satisfaction had to rival that of any successful mountain climber’s.

“Wow,” she said, unable to keep the pleasure from her voice.

“Why are you surprised? You’re a ranch girl; you’re tough.”
 
 
 
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her best friend (aka her husband), and a gray Arabian gelding. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, she won RWA’s prestigious Golden Heart® Contest in 2010 with her contemporary romance The Rancher and the Rock Star. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and spend time with her new granddaughter. She also has four-legged grandchildren—more than twenty—including a wallaby, two alpacas, a donkey, a pig, a sugar glider, and many dogs, cats, and horses (pics of all appear on her website www.lizbethselvig.com). She loves connecting with readers—contact her any time!

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Inspiration behind the characters – Lizbeth Selvig

Hi to everyone at Book Magic! I’m happy to be spending the day here—thanks so much for inviting me to join you. I’m asked often where I got the inspiration for my characters Joely and Alec, the heroine and hero of my latest book, “The Bride Wore Starlight.” In the case of this story, I love talking about my characters because they are a couple of my favorites—and they were a little bit challenging to write, since both of them are physically challenged, but they each have very different emotional wounds.
 
This story started back with the brainstorming for my latest series, “Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys.” My first vision for the series was to do a modern-day Bonanza, where women instead of men ran a huge ranch. The Crockett Family was born from that idea and over the course of many planning sessions the concept of seven brides took shape. That’s how I ended up with Amelia, Harper, Joely, Raquel, Grace, and Kelly—the Crockett sisters—and Cami, their long lost cousin.
 
In the first novel of the series I knew that the only unattached sister, Joely, would volunteer to take over managing the struggling Paradise Ranch—their home. I also knew she would not be the right one for the job. When Joely was involved in a serious car accident—she knew it, too. I learned a lot about Miss Joely even though she was a secondary character in the book. She’d been trading on her beauty all her life because she’d been a beauty queen many timesfrom childhood on up to being Miss Wyoming. Once she woke up after her accident, she found herself with a scarred face, and permanently injured, unable to walk. To say depression hit is an understatement.
 
In the second novel, Joely is still a minor character and we see her struggling with getting better. It was hard for me to know exactly what she needed, and she wasn’t talking to me or anyone else about her state of mind. But I knew I had to find exactly the right hero for her—someone who could understand exactly what she was going through, but who needed her loving spirit as much as she needed his strength.
 
Alec Morrissey walked into Joely’s life and literally began telling her to pull up her big girl panties the first time they met. This, of course, didn’t sit well with wounded Joely, who wasn’t about to let some former rodeo star, with his good looks and swaggering walk tell her what she needed. How could he possibly understand? And when he forced her to get up out of her wheelchair and dance with him at her sisters’ double wedding—she was beyond furious when she was embarrassed in front of everybody.
 
But, from that point on Joely started to grow within her novel, because what she didn’t know was that Alec was also severely wounded and had all the moral authority in the world to help her get over her accident. It was amazing to watch Joely journey away from the belief that she had no worth because nobody had ever loved her for anything but her outer beauty. Step by step, she learns that, despite challenges, she’s powerful enough to do anything she wants to do—and she’s very worthy of being loved.
 
Alec seemed very together to me (and to Joely) at first. He completely believes what makes him strong is the ability to bury things that remind him of pain and could make him bitter. He has a major physical disability, but he’s learned to accept it and get on with life—and he even has the sunny disposition to go along with it. But what he doesn’t know is that burying his past and his anger really is a weakness. When he learned (with Joely’s help) to embrace what he saw as weakness and truly faced his fears—he grew into the truly strong and resilient man he wanted to be.
And he was also the person to convince Joely she didn’t need to trade on outer beauty—that her talents of kindness, understanding, and the ability to love despite peoples’ flaws are her truest assets are what make her strong.
 
 I loved how my vision for them finally came together:  they fell in love because they found their true selves in each other. I know with all my heart they’ll be together forever!
 
Creating believable characters is one of the great joys of being an author. Not only was it fun to bring Joely and Alec into the world, it was fascinating to explore the concept that beauty is often way too important in our society. By bringing two imperfect people together, it was possible to tap into the important idea that we shouldn’t be obsessed with flawless beauty—we should be obsessed with true love!
 
I hope you enjoy “The Bride Wore Starlight.” If you’re interested in reading Joely’s entire journey from beginning to end, check out Harper’s book “The Bride Wore Denim,” and Amelia’s book, “The Bride Wore Red Boots.”  I think you’ll fall in love with all the Crockett Girls!

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, 16 February 2016

SPOTLIGHT & GIVEAWAY: HIDDEN HEAT by CARLA SWAFFORD


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Hidden Heat
Brothers of Mayhem #1
By: Carla Swafford
Releasing February 16, 2016
Loveswept
 
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Sizzling with passion and suspense, perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs up as a headstrong beauty faces off against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls for the bad boy she never saw coming.

Cassidy Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a biker’s plaything. 
 
But Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever felt so real.
 
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Cassidy Ryder swung the bat, testing the weight and reach, as she marched around the line of motorcycles. Wrinkling her nose, she ignored the sharp, pungent smell of marijuana drifting across her path.
Huddled in the shade beneath the building’s eaves, men with greasy hair and beards puffed on tightly rolled joints and eyed her with mild curiosity. As long as she stayed away from their well-loved bikes, they’d let her move on without interference.
Her body trembled with suppressed fury. She almost wished they’d try to stop her. Anything to give her a reason to release the pressure building inside. With a snort of derision, she straightened her back and stalked into the Skull and Bones Bar.
The thumping beat of Kid Rock blasted from the speakers, competing with the rowdy conversations shaking the large, smoky room. Though mostly rural, Sand County had a law against smoking in any public establishment. In pure defiance, a blue-gray haze hovered around the dim bulbs spotlighting the long shelves of liquor and above two pool tables in the back.
She hesitated. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she ignored the tall, lanky bartender strolling along behind the counter and heading her way. The rest of the crowd ignored her entrance. Did they often see people carrying a bat into the place?
She didn’t care. Time for someone to listen to her.
With a swing of her whole body, she brought the bat down, sweeping several glasses from the long bar. The loud pops and tinkling of broken glasses immediately quieted the room just as Kid’s “American Bad Ass” faded out. Several of the leather-and-denim clad men stood and stepped toward her.
She lifted the bat for another swing.
“Damn it to hell! Wait!” The bartender slid over the top of the counter to stand in front of her. “What the hell are you doing?”
Speaking of badass, with his broad shoulders and tats down both arms, he’d draw anyone’s attention just by entering a room. But add in the dark hair cut tight on the sides, long on top and brushed back to his nape, he especially caught the eye of every woman in the place. She’d noticed too, but she had more important things on her mind.
Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled her weapon higher over her shoulder.
He stopped a bat length away and raised his hands. “Cassidy . . .” He hesitated as if he waited for her reaction to the name. Was she that forgettable? She’d been there several times over the last month, to drag her brother back home. When her eyes narrowed, he continued. “Whatever has you riled up, can we talk about it?”
Emphasizing each word, she pointed the bat as if it were a finger. “I came in here yesterday and asked, real polite, if you or anyone here had seen my brother. Each one of you looked me in the face and lied. This morning, I get a call, telling me he was seen yesterday, hanging out back, talking with Stonewall.” She glanced around, keeping the bartender in her peripheral view. “Where’s the bastard? I want answers about my brother’s whereabouts.” Proud of how her voice remained even and carried across the room, she jutted out her chin. What would they lie about next?
The Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club never took kindly to threats. She didn’t care. Violence was the only way they would respect her, and she was prepared to do more, if that’s what it took to bring her little brother back home. Storm had never stayed gone this long.
“Put the bat down before you get hurt.” The bartender’s soft command sounded so reasonable.
Screw reasonable. She’d been fair and understanding for the last three days while she searched for Storm. Her patience had disappeared with the only member of her family worth a damn. No way would she fail him again.
“I will when you—”
Brawny arms wrapped around her chest and squeezed. She gasped for breath as someone hauled her against his chest and off her feet. The bartender grabbed the bat from her loosened grip and threw it to the side. It hit the floor with a loud clanking.
“Little girl, we don’t know where your brother’s at. We didn’t lie about that.” The deep voice of the club’s VP, Mac McGee, came from above her head as he squeezed again in warning. “Maybe I need to teach you some fucking manners.”
She squeaked from the pain, her ribs near the breaking point. With little blood circulation reaching below her waist, her kicks were no more than taps to the mountain restraining her. She pushed at the tight arms as her head dug into his sternum.
“Please,” she pleaded with a hiss of precious air.
“Mac, let her go. I’ll handle her.” The bartender rested his elbows on the countertop behind him, crossed his long legs at the ankles, and waited.
The big guy released her so quickly she barely caught herself before falling at their feet. Asshole. Taking cautious breaths in case of a cracked rib, she regained a little of her composure.
Handle her? In his dreams. Shoulders thrust back and head held up, she asked, “Where’s my brother?”
The bartender sighed in frustration. “You’re the most hardheaded woman. Mac told you yesterday, and today is no different. We have no idea where your brother is.”
Then it struck her what the big guy said a moment earlier. She turned and looked into the angry bloodshot eyes of Mac. “What did you mean when you said ‘We didn’t lie about that’? What did you lie about?”
With a shake of his massive, shaggy head, the big guy reached for her, but the bartender knocked her to the side and stepped between them, one arm out to keep her back. “Go on. I’ll take it from here.”
“Never could stand bossy old ladies,” Mac drawled with a sneer.
She leaned over the bartender’s arm and shouted, “Who are you calling old lady? I’m no one’s old lady! You old fart!” She knew what he meant, that it had nothing to do with age, but with belonging to someone. At the age of twenty-one, she refused to let anyone call her that. At sixty-one, she would damn well still refuse.
“Who would want you as their old lady, with that bitchy attitude,” Mac said, more as fact than a question. “You need your ass beaten.” Then he walked away as he raised one finger in her direction.
“Yeah, but at least I look human and not like a grizzly bear, what with all that fur on your face!” How lame.
She really needed to shut up before they got tired of her mouth. As a kid she’d grown up around surly men like Mac, but her father’s reputation had protected her from worse. Besides, what about her promise to be a good girl? Her foster mother tried her best to teach her self-control. Yet Cassidy often let her temper get the better of her. Remembering how her hissy fit had caused her brother to leave home in a huff the other night, a sharp pain roiled in her stomach.
As she opened her mouth to apologize, the bartender’s hand cupped the back of her head, clutched a handful of hair, and twisted. At the same time, his other hand covered her mouth.
“Shh,” he said softly. Concern darkened his blue eyes as he shook his head.
Bending her back, he caused her to lose balance but held her tight. Her feet remained on the floor as he aligned his body with hers, almost touching his nose to hers.
“If you don’t shut your trap, you’re going to get more than you asked for,” he whispered. “Your brother isn’t here. He’s turning eighteen in a couple days, right?” Without giving her a chance to answer, he added, “Then he’ll be an adult. At least one who can vote and die for his country. So, I think it’s in your best interest to go home. When he’s ready to talk, he’ll show up.”
She wasn’t sure why it happened. The last few days had been stressful. She wasn’t one of those girls who did it at the drop of a hat, but her eyes welled with tears.
“Ah, shit. Don’t do that,” he said between gritted teeth. He moved his hand from her mouth, pressing her cheek to a broad shoulder as he lifted her upright.
Unable to stop, she dug trembling fingers into his leather vest and sobbed.
Why is he being so nice?
The strong hand in her hair remained, but the other one rubbed and patted her back. He acted as if he had all of the time in the world while she bawled like a little kid.
“Shh. Everything will be okay.”
She glanced up and her heart skipped a beat. The guy had a gorgeous smile; there was even a dimple beneath the stubble on his face.
A gravelly voice nearby said, “Get me a beer, Thorn, before you fuck her.”
Her body stiffened.
Stonewall had arrived.
 
 ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Carla Swafford loves romance novels, action/adventure movies, and men, and her books reflect that. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.

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Thursday, 11 February 2016

REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: BETTING ON THE WRONG BROTHER by CATHRYN FOX


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Betting on the Wrong Brother
A What Happens in Vegas Story
By: Cathryn Fox
Releasing February 8, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
 
 
In Betting on the Wrong Brother (A What Happens in Vegas story) by Cathryn Fox, being caught naked by her teen crush, Nolan Wheeler, wasn't what Andi Palmer needed, not after having been trapped in an elevator. Even worse, the gorgeous man doesn't recognize her and gives her a fake name. Having been rejected by him in the past, she decides it's time for a little payback. However, her plan to seduce him may just backfire.
Ryan Wheeler can't believe the beautiful woman he's just caught getting undressed in an elevator. She seems familiar to him, and so does her name. Yet, he can't place where he knows her from. However, there's one thing that he does know and that is that he wants to get to know her better. If she's willing, there's no way he'll say no. Even if he's keeping a secret that could tear their new found happiness apart.
Having read a lot of the books Ms. Fox has written, I've got to say that this was one of her best. It was captivating, fast-paced and although I'm not a fan of the revenge trope, it was fantastic from the very beginning, as Andi finds herself in an embarrassing situation. 
As for the dialogue, it was well-written and kept me entertained with Andi's plans for revenge as well as the fact that Ryan is deceiving her because he doesn't want to lose the chance to see if they have a future together. The teasing banter between them had me laughing at times. However, the dialogue was also intense due to Ryan's secret ruining everything if Andi learns the truth, and the history Andi has with Ryan's brother that has made it hard for her to trust men. 
I really liked both the main and secondary characters. Andi is strong, brave, tenacious. I loved her first idea for revenge. The way she puts Ryan into his own embarrassing situation by making him do something he wouldn't ever normally do. It had me grinning, and I couldn't wait to read more of what she had planned for him. While Ryan, he's really made something of himself, considering he had so much trouble with literacy when he was younger. His success as a writer proves that. However, in saying that, I didn't enjoy him omitting the truth about who he really was to Andi, knowing that at any moment it could backfire on him and ruin any chance of the future he eventually wanted with her.   
Scorching sex scenes heat up the pages, and do justice to their intense chemistry. The fact that Andi thinks Ryan is his brother, Nolan, definitely makes things interesting, because Nolan and Andi have quite a history. He rejected her advances when they were younger, and now she wants payback not only for that but the fact that he doesn't remember her and gives her a fake name. 
Overall, this was a really good book where I enjoyed the secondary characters almost as much as the main ones. Especially one of Andi's fellow romance writers who added plenty of fun moments to the story when she was questioning the heroine about Ryan. The fallout from Ryan's lie made things hard to repair, since Andi doesn't trust easily to start with. Yet, the lengths he went to in  winning her back made me like the hero even more than I already did. I would highly recommend Betting on the Wrong Brother by Cathryn Fox, especially if you enjoy the revenge trope.  
OVERALL RATING:
 
    
 
BLURB:
He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful, funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.
 
Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t recognize her and gives her a fake name­. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.
 
Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins….
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Quiet as a church mouse, her hands slowly moved to her buttons. Maybe she could get dressed before he turned.
He turned.
Frig.
His eyes latched on hers. Then grew wider. The ocean blue turbulence she’d once lost herself in dropped to her cleavage, then lower, over her midriff to her panties. Was that a smirk? Bastard. Okay, so apparently bad things came in fives.
“Uh, sorry.” His gaze shot back up and he cleared his throat. He set his duffle bag on the floor and shook his phone like it was some pithy excuse. “I didn’t realize you were there.”
Andi’s molars snapped together. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? After all, when it came right down to it, she was insignificant, wasn’t she?  Determined to keep the upper hand on this less than thrilling encounter, she unclamped her teeth and held her finger up, drawing a circle in the air. “You think you could turn around?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
She stood tall—well as tall as she could at five foot five—and planted her hands on her hips like getting changed in an elevator was something she did every day. “Today?”
 He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “Right,” he said, his friendly smile shifting to apologetic. Instead of turning, his glance flicked over her a second time. A gentleman, he was not. His lips twitched, the look on his face morphing into an appreciative smile. Score one for the granny panties. Still, it didn’t make her hate him any less.
He leaned to his left just as the elevator jumped again. It came to an abrupt halt and she lurched forward. Her body hit Nolan’s and the two toppled like bowling pins. A breathless, undignified oomph rushed from her lips as she landed on top of the main reason she’d left their hometown of Cedar Point eight years ago. The motor kicked in again, and the box continued to bob up and down. Her body moved right along with it, bouncing on top of Nolan like a goddamn Mexican jumping bean. Her tote bag flipped over, and her agenda and papers spilled onto the floor.
His arm slipped around her back, holding her to him as their groins banged. Bangity, bang, bang. She pinched her eyes shut. Please doors do not open again. Not because she was enjoying the ride. She wasn’t…she didn’t think. But because if they opened now, anyone standing on the other side would definitely get the wrong idea. Honestly, how could they not? They would be the prime photo op, posted and shared on social media sites. She’d never be able to face her friends, fans, industry professionals, if they thought she was dry humping some former crush on the elevator floor.
She braced her hands on the floor and held on, eyes closed. If the hydraulics let go this second and the elevator crashed to the basement, that’d be A-okay in her books. Breathe, Andi, just breathe. She tried not to think about the well built, athletic man beneath her, or how he’d just splayed his hand over the small of her back, or how good his fingers felt pressing into her flesh. His fingers stretched downward, and another rough jolt caused them to slip under the band of her panties. Was that…? Had he just lifted his hips? Twice?
 
 
 
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband. 
 
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INSPIRATION BEHIND THE CHARACTERS
All my characters are fictional, but they’re not created from scratch. Every character I’ve ever written has a part of me in them but I have to say Andi Palmer, in Betting on the Wrong Brother just might have the most of me in her. For this story, I drew on my own personal experiences from the numerous conventions I’ve attended, and tossed in a few quirks from my friends, and voila, Andi was born. It wasn’t so hard to do, since she was a romance writer and I’m a romance writer. We had a lot in common! Most times I have to do a lot of reach into careers etc, but this time all the information was at my fingertips—because it’s a life I live. The secondary characters in the book were also drawn from friends, and coauthors. Jan is actually based on Award winning author Jan Meredith, author of Playing Doctor, Entangled Brazen. I had so much fun writing this story, and my hero Ryan had no idea what he had in store for him when Andi set her sights on revenge.
 
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