Release Date: February 2, 2015
Tour Dates: February 2, 2015 – February 6,
2015
Genre:
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Book Summary:
**The second book in a New Adult contemporary romance series!
**This contemporary New Adult romance is intended for readers 17+.
Contains adult content, language, and situations.
Fasten your seatbelt…
Marketing Program Manager, Vanessa Rodriquez,
is driven to succeed and keeps the finish line in sight at all times…until one
unexpected pit stop at her best friend’s wedding sends her skidding off course.
Sleeping with Alex McIntyre wasn't supposed to make her feel this
way—scattered, unfocused, and in need of another sexual tune-up. If only he
didn’t make her feel so alive.
Yield to oncoming desire…
Alex can’t resist the beautiful Vanessa any
more than he can resist his need for speed as an amateur race car driver. Even
though she claims to hate him, she keeps coming back for lap after lap in his
bed. When he ends up moving in next door to her, their sexual chemistry turns
to deep desire. Ready to go full throttle, he convinces her to be his grid girl
on—and off—the track. Van, however, puts on the brakes.
Race against love…
If Van can just course correct, it’ll be
smooth sailing toward her goals. Or will it? Alex is smart, sexy, and way too
much of a distraction, but maybe she needs to shake up her world and do the one
thing she swore she’d never do…follow her heart. Will she risk it all to cross
the finish line? Or will she and Alex crash and burn before they have a chance
at love?
Van was
pulling down the zipper of her dress when she noticed that instead of the
cobalt blue of her Chase credit card sitting on the bureau, it was a clear card
with American Express printed on the front. Thanks to laser eye surgery, she
could read the name clearly. Alex McIntyre.
Damn it. She
couldn't even go to bed in peace. She jammed her feet back into her shoes and
snatched up the card, along with her key, and stomped out of her room. There
was no way she was spending the night with his card sitting there taunting her.
She was going to get rid of it, and then she was going to get some sleep. Alone.
Then, she
was going to forget all about Alex McIntyre.
Taking the
stairs, she hoped to work off some of that frustration, but by the time she
knocked on his door, panting, she was more annoyed, not less. Heels and stairs
did not mix, and if he hadn’t distracted her at the bar, this wouldn’t have
happened in the first place.
He didn't
answer for a minute. As she stood there, she refused to give in to irrational
annoyance and kick his door. No doubt he'd picked up a willing participant from
the reception crowd and was currently occupado.
Fabulous.
She bent
down and balanced herself against the door with one hand as she used the other
to shove the card under it. She was not sleeping with the thing in her room.
This is irrational.
Yes it was,
but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was forget him. Get back to center.
Go on with her life as if she'd never met him. Why did that have to be so
difficult?
Suddenly the
door swung open and she lost her balance. Tumbling forward, she landed at his
feet.
As she got
her feet, heels, and all back under her and untangled herself from her dress,
she slid her gaze up his body. His feet, big and bare. Like really big. Do not think about correlations between feet
and—
Too late,
because immediately she wondered what kind of equipment he was working with
under his pants. Rookie mistake. As she continued to rise, her eyes locked on
just where her imagination wanted to take her. And...
Wow.
That
couldn't be right.
Though she
wouldn’t put it above him to stuff his boxers. Just one more thing to enhance
the perfect package.
“You keep
looking at him like that, he's going to want an introduction.”
His deep
voice startled her and she straightened too quickly, losing her balance and
stumbling backwards. He snapped out a hand and steadied her elbow.
Two things
happened at once: electricity shot through her body at contact with him and her
brain and body simultaneously realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Holy shit.
Forget
ripped. The man looked like he was carved from stone. Wide shoulders were
packed with muscle. His chest looked like it belonged on the cover of Men's Health...or a romance novel. A few
scattered freckles.
And those
abs. Was an eight pack the new six pack?
He worked at
a non-profit. When the hell did he have time to work out so much? Like an
engraved invitation with her name on it, a russet colored trail of hair led
into his slacks.
“Like what
you see?” His voice was low, sexy like warm whiskey on a cold night.
For the
first time in a long time, Van had no instant retort. As if his hotness had
wiped her mind clean of anything but dirty thoughts.
And man,
were there dirty thoughts.
Since she
couldn't force her mouth to speak or her brain to think, all she managed was a
wide-eyed stare as she waved the card in his face. All the while, her eyes
refused to focus on anything but those abs.
For some
reason she kept losing count at four. She’d get distracted by the happy trail
and have to start all over again.
He tugged
her inside and shut the door, snapping her out of it.
She yanked
her arm back. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Ah, she
speaks. Tell me, Van how many abs did you manage to count?”
What the
fuck? How did he know? “I was not counting your abs,” she lied smoothly. “I was
just surprised that the carpet matched the drapes so perfectly.”
Alex’s head
fell back in a full unabashed laugh. The motion and contraction of his muscles
did wonderful things to his upper body. She almost started counting again.
“I don’t
think I've ever had someone say that to me before.”
Damn her
tongue. She really shouldn't be allowed out without a mouth chaperone.
He went to
his nightstand. “I have something for you in my wallet.”
Something
for her? In his wallet?
Condom.
Oh, God, no. Why did her brain automatically go there?
“Your card,”
he said. “I didn’t even look when I grabbed it.”
She frowned.
What was he talking about? Card. Wallet. Oh yeah, the whole reason she came
down here. He was not getting condoms out of his wallet. He was getting her card. Despite the blasting
air-conditioning, she was suddenly too hot.
When they
exchanged cards, she was careful not to let their fingers brush. “Well,” she
said, unsure of what to say now that she'd ogled the top half of him and
wondered more than a dozen times what he looked like naked. “Goodnight.”
As she
turned for the door, he stayed her in the doorway with another hand on her
elbow. “No fair, you stared at my chest. Turnabout’s fair play.”
The man
should come with a Danger label. “You
already did or don’t you remember?”
His
responding smile was unabashed. “Oh, that was nothing. I can’t do proper
justice if you’re not shirtless. Or in this case dress-less.”
“What, and
feed into that stockings and stilettos kink of yours? Really, I'm doing you a
favor. I’d ruin you for all other women.”
His gaze
dipped, but not to her chest. It went to her lips. Before she could step back,
he moved into her space. “I'll never sleep again if I don’t do this just once.”
He slid his
hands into the loose braids at the nape of her neck and wound an arm around her
waist, bringing her flush against his body. With her shoes on, they were the
same height, bringing her core directly in contact with his cock. The hard
length of him pressed against her and she ached.
The slide of
his lips over hers was surprisingly soft, but the emotions that came with it
hit her with a force strong enough to knock her over. Hunger, need,
desperation, loneliness. Of all of them, desire reigned supreme.
She spent so
much of her life focused on her career goals. Her life goals, her father’s
goals. For one night, what if she threw caution to the wind? What if she did
what she wanted and didn’t think about the consequences?
Alex sucked
at her lips softly as if waiting for permission. Waiting for her to respond.
Van made her
decision.
She parted
her lips and sighed, dropping the credit card and sliding her hands up and over
his shoulders into his hair.
The moment
she raked his skin with her nails, the tone of the kiss changed. He growled low
and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint
and vodka and something spicy and hot.
Yes, this
was what she wanted. For one night, she could let go.
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Nana Malone:
USA Today Bestselling Author Nana Malone’s love of
all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she
borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious
thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.
With her
overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a
time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at
a job as a ninja assassin, Nana meantime works out her drama, passion, and sass
with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she
is.
Nana is the
author of twenty novels. And the books in her series have been on multiple
Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists as well as the iTunes
Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.
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Misty Evans:
USA TODAY
Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes
romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach,
she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published
– to life.
The books in
her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA
nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic
Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for
Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.
Her Witches
Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super
Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on
multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE
SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are
both USA TODAY bestsellers.
Misty likes
her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters
dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and
hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.
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