Well, it’s just about release time for me, and as always, I’m planning a big-ass party. Also known as Cowboys & Cocktails. We have signature cocktails, signature… well, cowboys. Plenty of eye candy.
My most recent Western romance is coming out next week, so I’m going to do a bunch of promo posts and book clubs and give a bunch of shit away. It’s gonna be fun. Trust me.
GAINES & LOSSES is the story of Paul Gaines’ one night stand. He meets a mesmerizing blonde who insists on no last names, no details, and no tomorrow. But the more Paul discovers who Sylvie really is–the version of herself she’s been hiding even from her own family–the more tomorrows he wants with her.
You’ll be able to buy GAINES & LOSSES, if you’re into Cowboy romance, starting next Friday. Check my website for more information. And please do stop by in the next couple of weeks to see pictures of cocktails and to win prizes and maybe even win a copy of my book, if you should desire it.
For now, just imagine… there are hot cowboys and delicious food, including a sexy moment with the creme brulee… well, I won’t ruin it.
BLURB:
Sylvie Proulx has a very proper, professional life, where every second is scheduled and each mouthful of food carefully documented and exercised away. But a woman has needs. So she discreetly requests a 1NS date from Madame Eve, only to be paired with a free-spirited cowboy from Freewill, Wyoming with a thing for steak.
Paul Gaines needs a sponsor for the national rodeo circuit and travels back to Vegas to seek out a meeting. He needs a date to the fancy party, and calls on a dating service he’s known for a long time, expecting a night of fun and companionship. But the more he discovers about Sylvie, the more he wants to cover her in crème brûlée and teach her how to ride a horse.
Sylvie has very careful boundaries, and Paul only has one night to convince her to give him a tomorrow.
EXCERPT:
“You make for a good date, cowboy,” she said. With a tiny grunt, she pushed away and gazed into his face. He kept hands on her back, just in case. “Sorry, I don’t normally get loopy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“It’s been a full evening.”
“Yeah.” She giggled. “It’s too bad I can’t tell my father about making out next to Alan and his bimbo. Trip highlight.”
“He won’t want to know?” Paul peered into the empty elevator as the doors opened, thankful not to see another person. He guided her inside and pressed the button for the forty-second floor, hoping Raul’s directions were correct.
Sylvie waved a hand at the thought. “Everyone knows Alan is unfaithful.” She took a deep breath, almost thoughtful. “I won’t be able to tell my father about you.”
Paul felt a curious pressure in his chest and dismissed it. “Why not?”
“Because you are my secret.” She put her finger on his lips. “Shhh.”
Like last time, Paul sucked her finger into his mouth and held it there, stroking it with his tongue. She leaned toward him, as though mesmerized by what magic he worked with her stray appendage.
“Everyone needs a secret,” he said when he released her finger. “You can bet I’m gonna tell everyone I know about you. No names, of course.”
A strange cloud settled across her face. “I would love to be able to do that.”
He couldn’t help stroking her cheek, trying to bring her back to whatever happy-go-lucky place she’d abandoned. “Then go ahead. You’re an adult.”
“Only in Vegas.” She pulled him toward her and locked her lips onto his, prying his mouth open and seeking out his tongue. Paul arched his back to keep her upright and held her close to him, awakening the monster that wanted to be inside her again.
He’d never thought about a true one-night stand. Knowing they only had one night didn’t bother him until—faced with the reality he might not see Sylvie again come the morning—he tried to think of all the ways he could keep her awake for as long as they needed to fully explore what unfolded between them.
Surely she hadn’t intended to hold to the one night limit. No matter what the rules.
