Title: At First Blush
Author: Jeanie Grey
Series: Nick & Serran Series (Book 1)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: May 8 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook (May) & Print (June/July)
Blurb/Synopsis:
“There was no such thing as a soulmate. As for the intense connection…well, it must have been her imagination. There was no man who would instinctively understand her, no man who could read her mind. No man who could turn her on with just a look or a word, no man whose touch would override her reason and turn her into the embodiment of passion. And the sooner she let go of that fantasy completely, the sooner she could approach romantic relationships with a clear head and appreciate what she had instead of pining over everything she imagined she was missing.”
SERRAN WINTERS is determined to let the
fantasy of Nick Enfield go. So why does she find herself asking him to dinner
while on tour with her latest romance novel? Perhaps it's because she feels
safe in disguise as her pseudonym, Jane Garfield. Besides, it's only a couple
of hours...until a hurricane leaves her stranded at his house for three
days.
Despite NICK ENFIELD’s deep hurt and
growing bitterness since his divorce, something about the romance author
entrances him from the first moment he sees her. But when he discovers she’s
married, he’s determined to resist the intense attraction between them in spite
of her mixed signals. If only his body’s reaction to her weren’t making it so
hard to keep her marital status in mind.
At
First Blush is a story about fantasy versus
reality in love and romance, the nature of attraction and connection, and the
reasons we choose to fight or follow our impulses.
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Excerpt:
Nick stepped into the bookstore, slightly
dazed, and blinked under the lights. The clouds had come in heavy already,
dimming the sky to a twilight despite the fact that it was only four-thirty in
the afternoon on an August Monday, and the bookstore was comparatively bright.
It was also, he noticed, unusually busy. A line of maybe forty people snaked
around and between shelves, ending at a sturdy oak table covered in stacks of
paperback books. A sign was propped upright on the table, and he could just
make out the words, Author signing TODAY!
Odd then that there was no one behind the table. Maybe the author was late.
He glanced next at the register and saw a
second line almost as long as the first.
Forget it. Between the crush of bodies and
the long line for the register, it would take him ages to find a book and get
out of here. He didn’t even really want to read tonight anyway. He’d much
rather have a few beers and put on an action flick that would drown out the
sounds of the storm.
He was about to turn around and walk back
out the door when something—a shift in the air current or movement in the
corner of his eye—caused him to look toward the back corner of the bookstore
just in time to see the bathroom door open and a woman come out. As soon as he
saw her, his heart kicked, his chest constricted, his breath hitched, and his
pants got a little tighter in the crotch. Time slowed.
She had full, rosy lips, a round face, and
a severe black bob that must’ve been dyed because her eyebrows were several
shades lighter. The color of her hair threw into further contrast the paleness
of her skin; here was a woman who probably couldn’t tan if she tried. She was
full-figured, with wide hips, a round ass, and long legs. She wore a
cream-colored skirt down to her knees, red heels, and a white button-up shirt
with a high collar that opened in a narrow but deep V and showed a hint of
ample cleavage. There was something unconsciously sensual in her movements as
she strode across the store, shoulders back and chin level, making eye contact
with everyone in her path and smiling as if she owned the place. He didn’t
think he’d ever met a woman like her, and yet there was something vaguely
familiar about her.
Unconsciously, Nick moved forward three
steps. When she passed right in front of him, she was looking in the other
direction. Nonetheless, he could make out the color of her almond-shaped eyes:
a cornflower blue that reminded him of a summer sky in a painting of the Dutch
countryside.
And then she was past him, leaving in her
wake a faint aroma of vanilla and spice. He inhaled deeply, the tightness in
his chest telling him he must’ve been holding his breath. His eyes followed
her, and he was entranced by her sashaying hips as she threaded her way through
the crowd. When she reached the book signing table, she sat down behind it.
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Author Information:
Jeanie Grey writes sophisticated, steamy,
unconventional romance and erotica for readers who like to think. A person of
relatively simple pleasures, her list of favorite things in life includes dark
chocolate, foreign films, Lady Grey tea, men wearing sweaters, and curling up
in bed all day with a delicious romance novel. Jeanie is the author of the
Lilly Frank trilogy and Crouch and Other
Short Stories. She lives in Portland, Oregon.
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