Blog Tours and Giveaway!
It's March! Feels like it was just Christmas.
But now that it's March, the Forever Series is even closer to its launch date March 11, 2019. One week from today! (Short excerpt at bottom)
**Reminder - The free bonus novel Sebastian-Risking Forever: Vol 1 will be available 3/11/2019, too. If you're a subscriber check your email that day for the BookFunnel link for your download. And remember, his version contains spoilers that aren't in Risking Forever: Vol 1. I kept it this way because of the anticipation and mystery it gives the reader. I recommend reading Risking Forever before reading Sebastian's version.
Blog Tours and Giveaway Information
Starting on the week of the 11th, I'll be at the following blogs doing interviews about the first volume in the series - Risking Forever.
At each blog you can enter to win a $30.00 Amazon e-gift card. All you have to do is stop by one or each of the blogs on the tour and choose from a list of options to enter. It's easy!
Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read
Ramblings of a Book Nerd
The Book Junkie Reads
3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, and Sissy, Too!
Lisa’s World of Books
JB's Bookworms with Brandy Mulder
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom
Jazzy Book Reviews
I straighten and rub my now clammy palms on my jeans. "I should go find Harper before she finds me and gets pissed again." I stand.
Sebastian does too. "Pissed again?"
"She might have thought I was hitting on you in the pantry. She thought you were hitting on me too and then got mad because she likes you. But now we know you're engaged, so she's dealing and moving on."
He scratches his chin. "Is Harper the girl in the silver dress?"
"Yes! You noticed her?" Of course he did.
He takes his empty beer bottle into the kitchenette and tosses it into the trash. "It was hard not to. She was yelling at you when I was holding you in the kitchen."
Holding me? He doesn't mean it in the way I wish he did. No. I don’t wish that. He's engaged and if he weren't, Harper would be after him. Besides, I'm trying to get a job with him. I can't crush on my boss.
I stroll to the railing but stop at the top of the stairs. "Are we going to settle this job thing tonight, or do you want to do a formal interview at your office in the bad part of town?"
"You remembered." His face lights up. He walks toward me, his gaze pinning me in place.
I feel frozen, excited, and lightheaded. It could be the wild drumming of my heart. I'm surprised my shirt isn't thumping. I've heard about stares like this, read about them in Harper's romance novels, but I've never been on the receiving end.
He stops close and peers down at me—at my lips. His citrus scent invades my senses and my body reacts with desire. From his cologne? He's so tall, cocooning me in a way I like but shouldn't.
"Do I have the job?" I ask, my voice a breathy mess.
"Do you want the job?" The way he says it makes me think he's asking if I want him. It could be my mind playing tricks on me or the way he keeps staring at my lips.
"Yes," I whisper, wondering what I just admitted to—or what he thinks I admitted to. I'm deranged, delusional.
He touches a strand of my hair. "This is the first thing I noticed about you when you tried to hit me with the door."
"Tried? It was an accident."
"Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?"
"I didn't know you were there. How could I?"
"Girls do interesting things to try to meet me."
"Not this girl." I lean away, pissed but mostly shocked. "Guys do interesting things too, like putting their arms around a girl who's only in her bra and not letting her go. What's your excuse?"
His Adam's apple bobs deep in his throat. He twirls the golden strand around his pointer finger. "Do you want the truth?"
"I didn't want anyone else to see you. I wanted you all to myself, and I wanted to know what you'd feel like in my arms. I didn't plan it any more than you planned to strip but you did, and I reacted."
Whoa. My throat dries with a breath or is it a sigh? I force my mouth closed and try not to wobble on my suddenly weak legs. Did I hear him correctly or did my brain derail into fantasy mode? It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. I blurt the first idiotic one that pops into my head. "Aren't you engaged?"