When what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas…

BLUSH – the third in the Hansons of St. Helena Vineyard series (part of Marina Adair’s best selling St. Helena Vineyard world) – is now available for #FREE on #KU or for $1.99 in Amazon. Available at: http://amzn.to/2A33n3G

The blurb…

Former Las Vegas showgirl Nicki Hollister has a new job, a new home, and a new life. What she doesn’t have is a new man—good thing she has no interest in finding one. After a whirlwind affair turned disastrous ten years before, she left happily-ever-afters in the desert dust and never looked back. But when the man who left her high and dry in Sin City suddenly appears in St. Helena, she finds herself remembering the ways he touched her heart before he broke it, and she can’t turn him away.

Billionaire mogul Simon Grenville has an almost royal pedigree and the sexy British accent to match. When his future is threatened by a quickie marriage that should have been over a decade ago, he’s determined to confront the woman who betrayed him. Except he soon finds out everything wasn’t quite as it seemed. And now the only person who can put his life back on track is the one woman he was never supposed to have.

With each remembering past wrongs—and past oh-so-rights—can they grab the second chance they never expected?

 

This is not your typical love story, and it isn’t your typical second chance romance, but it is a beautiful, original example of both of those things. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I went into this story – a Vegas showgirl and an uber rich British guy falling in love? To be honest, it was really hard for me to picture at first. Yeah, that was until they get on a page together sparks and cartoon hearts start flying like crazy. Those two were perfect for each other in a way that I never expected. ~~ Amazon review

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“Okay, I am in love! Great lead characters, wonderful secondary characters, melting hearts, believable conflict, and a happy ending. What more could you want?” ~~ NovelMomma

“LOVED this one!! I’ve enjoyed each book in this series but I think this might be my favorite.” ~~ Bette

“Overall, I ADORED this book. It was so sweet and heartfelt and heartbreaking and heart-mending.” ~~ Nadwa

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Want a taste? Here’s a short excerpt. As you may notice, this is immediately after some shenanigans in the laundry room:

At what point she finally collapsed she had no idea; just that she could feel Jack bring her pants back up over her legs, pull her tank top back down, and wrap the sweater around her again. Then he pulled her into his arms and tucked her head into his chest and held her as, still shaking, she came down.

She was mentally present enough to realize he was still hard—even to register that she not just needed to return the favor, but that she desperately wanted to. Except, oh, for Heaven’s sake, she was crying.

“I’m not sad,” she said into his chest.

He chuckled. “No, babe. I got that.”

“And I’m not about to go all crazy clingy,” she added, despite the fact that she couldn’t physically remove herself from his arms yet. “I’ll let go as soon as I can walk again.”

“No rush.” The smile was still in his voice. “We can stay just like this for as long as you like.”

Using the principle of gravity, it was actually possible for her to let her hand drop down between them and at least get a little bit of a feel. Despite his appearing cool and calm, he sucked in a breath as her hand tightened around him.

“Maybe not quite as long as originally thought,” he said, his voice cracking a little.

To the contrary. “Longer.” And thicker, come to think of it.

Or not, because it suddenly occurred to her that she could hear the boys clamoring around upstairs and she had no idea how long they’d been up there.

Thank God they were still up there and not down here, however. “I, um, I think that’s my call to go.”

“Yeah.” He loosened his arms a little, but didn’t release her. Almost as if he wanted to stay here with her just as much as she wanted to stay with him. “I think maybe I’ll just stay down here to finish up.”

She snorted. She couldn’t help it.

“The laundry,” he emphasized, grinning down at her.

“Right,” she answered. “Well, there are some clean towels in that basket over there. You know, if you needed something to fold.” She gave him one more squeeze. “Or whatever.”

He laughed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close again.

 

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My latest novella, BREATHE, released on Wednesday of this week. It’s only $1.99 and is available now at amzn.to/2o7Krdw.

Want a sneak peek?

In this scene: Heroine Beth Walker has sprained her ankle at the top of a not-unsubstantial hill, and hero Drew Hanson, gentleman that he is, offers to carry her–via piggyback ride–because it’s the only way he can think to get her downhill fast. Their conversation goes something like this:

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“Just another hundred yards. We can reevaluate then.”

She looked at him for a minute, and then her own gaze drifted to the darkening sky. “You have flash floods around here, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yep,” he said. No need to pull any punches.

And yet she still seemed mostly undecided–at least right up to the moment she forgot she’d hurt her ankle, began to put weight on it again, and then went totally white as she fell into him. Since this was neither the time nor the place, he tried not to think too much about how nicely she fit in his arms. She fit really nicely, however, so it wasn’t the most successful endeavor.

Still pale, she straightened up, leaving one hand on his arm in order to steady herself. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” she asked.

She didn’t seem at all heavy to him. He’d put her at maybe 120, 130 pounds and probably 5’5” or 5’6”. And anyway, he wasn’t a well-sought-out Pick Till You Punt teammate for nothing. “Entirely sure.”

Crouching down on a narrow, slippery trail on the side of a hill did take some concentration, and there was a moment there when she tightened her arm around his neck, nearly cutting off all his air, where it was a bit touch and go.

“So this is oddly awkward,” she said a couple of minutes later, once they were settled in and on their way.

Still working at not concentrating on the this-is-not-the-time-or-the-place aspect of things—especially now that they were even more intimately aligned—Drew responded, “How so?”

“Because I’m riding you?” she answered, not helping the situation one bit.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no. You misunderstood. It was the use of the word ‘oddly’ I was questioning. I’m in total agreement with the awkward part.” Hell, he had his hands around the woman’s thighs and was having a very difficult time trying to ignore the fullness of her breasts pressed up against his back. Plus, her coconut-ish shampoo was infinitely distracting. He’d had lovers with whom he’d never been this close, the exception being the act itself. “I feel like I should be smoking a cigarette right now.”

Unlike most of those lovers, however, she got his joke. Her laughter was like music that hit the perfect combination of notes. “Well, I suppose if we’re at the cigarette stage,” she said, “I should introduce myself. I’m Beth. Novice hiker, horrendous about checking weather reports, and petrified of snakes and spiders.”

As she spoke, her body relaxed against him and he was beginning to understand the appeal of owning a motorcycle. Of course, since his brother-in-law-to-be took Maggie, Drew’s sister, on motorcycle rides all the time, that wasn’t a thought upon which Drew particularly wanted to dwell.

“Nice to meet you,” he replied. “I’m Drew. Long time hiker, a bit too much of a believer in weather reports, and I could care less about snakes or spiders. But I do have an irrational fear of trombones.”

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