There was to be a review alongside this post, but due to a mishap on my part, I wasn't able to have that completed at this time. So, a review will soon follow.
BLURB
Network analyst by day,
erotic romance writer by night, Vincent Buonfiglio is dealing with a
work-in-progress that has gone colder than winter in his hometown of
Ridgley, North Dakota. So what does a man who needs to write hot do
to get cranking?
Search out a woman for a
night of no-strings sex, of course.
But his choice of
partner, Katherine "Kiki" Wyatt, manager of the Quikky Snak
Gas & Lube, isn't biting. Flirting over his nightly chili dog is
one thing. But a date? Sex? Not happening. Dangerously sexy geeks are
off-limits no matter what they might have to offer outside the
bedroom.
When an armed gunman
changes everything, will deadlines, exes, and mind-blowing sex prove
opposites don’t always attract or allow two unlikely lovers to pen
a happy ending?
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EXCERPT
#1
The
bell had finally stopped ringing, so whoever it was must have gone.
Just in case, Kiki opened the door. And stared. Probably drooled,
too.
Even
when she was half-asleep, her pulse leapt to warp speed at just the
sight of Vincent. Damn, he meshed nerd
and hot perfectly.
She
fingered her bangs and discovered they were crushed to her head. Why
hadn’t she stopped to brush her hair? And oh God, was she really
wearing her rattiest flannel jammies?
“Hi,”
he said, adjusting his stance to cradle his injured arm. He wore no
coat despite the below-freezing temperatures, and the lumpy left
shoulder of his Oxford shirt was higher than the other. She could see
the outline of a thick bandage beneath the fabric.
Her
throat suddenly felt too tight to swallow the jagged lump of candy
cane. “Where are your glasses?”
Good
Lord. Of all the things she could have said, she’d picked that?
“Getting
fixed.”
“How
can you see?” Kiki shook her head. So much for sleep clearing her
brain. “Duh. Contacts.”
“I
hate them, but they’ll get me through.” His Adam’s apple
bobbed. “Can I come in, Kiki? Just for a minute.”
“Sure.”
She waved him in and leaned against the door to catch her breath.
She’d always reacted strongly to him, and the shooting hadn’t
helped. She wanted to hug him, to run her hands over his body to make
sure he was okay, check that he was whole and safe and hard—
Hard?
Sweet mercy, what the heck was her problem? She didn’t own a
vibrator, but maybe she needed to rectify that fact. This whole
sex-on-the-brain thing was getting out of hand.
She
didn’t notice he’d stepped toward her until his sneakers bumped
her bare feet. Wet snow gushed between her toes as her gaze snapped
up to his. Whoa.
What she saw simmering there—namely blatant, undisguised lust—had
her fingers clenching around the knob.
Unless
she was very mistaken, he hadn’t stopped by for a neighborly pinch
of sugar. No, the sugar Vincent wanted was a different substance
entirely.
He
threaded his hand through her hair, tugging her closer. Her body
strained toward him, her breasts all but bursting the buttons of her
flannel pajamas. She swallowed the last of the candy cane as he
lowered his mouth to hers.
He
didn’t ravage, as she’d expected. His mouth was soft and warm on
hers, and the scrape of his stubbled jaw added to the thrill. She
moaned and clung to him, her mind emptying like sand tumbling from a
bucket.
Resist?
Absolutely not. She wanted this. Him.
His
tongue swept between her lips to tangle with hers, to explore her
mouth so slowly and thoroughly that the snow melting between her toes
had nothing on the melting happening between her legs.
Yes.
The word sang through her, an acquiescence she couldn’t voice. It
was as if she’d been frozen after Nico, and here was the heat, the
life, that would finally allow her to come back to herself.
Thinking
about Nico was her mistake. She stiffened, but Vincent was already
drawing back, the gold rims surrounding his pupils burning.
“I
didn’t intend to do that.”
She
rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. Her lips still sizzled.
“I didn’t intend to let you.”
“I
guess neither of us has control of our intentions.” He smiled
slightly, his gaze wandering from her messy hair to her old pajamas.
The desire warming his eyes never waned.
Kiss
me again. Everywhere.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
USA
TODAY bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story--a bible
parable--in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her
Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale
garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior
high, long before she'd ever read one. Writing what she knew always
took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true
today.
Though
she also fires up her computer as a graphic designer, proofreader and
editor, she can't resist the lure of disappearing into a world of her
own creation. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and
routinely counts her lucky stars.
The
only thing she loves more than writing is hearing from readers!
Please visit her at her website at http://www.cariquinn.com
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Storm Goddess
I love Cari Quinn. :) I just bought this book, too. She can't write a bad book.
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I didn't know this book was out. Thanks for the highlight, it sounds hot and like something I would enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThis book looks really good. I need to read it ASAP =) Great excerpt and blurb!
ReplyDeleteThis book sounds really good! I haven't read anything by Cari yet, but I plan to now. Thanks for this post. :)
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