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OH for fun and because I loves my blog peeps, a quick look at a fun Holiday release from Tri Destiny Publishing:
Honey Red
Blurb:
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Nicholas Trayner has returned to Michigan, physically and
spiritually ruined by war, determined to never love again.
Hannah Williams, the new marketing director at the Ypsi
Brewing Company has vowed to live her life and make her own way independent of
any relationships.
Ian Donovan has come to uneasy terms with his life as single
father and head brewer for the highly successful YBC. But when it becomes
apparent that both Nick and Hannah hold the key to his actual happiness, Ian’s
world is rocked in ways he never knew possible.
Three people resolved not to commit, but thrown together by
circumstance and undeniable physical attraction--their nights heat up and
emotions run high in spite of their expressed desire to "keep it simple."
But love is never simple. And the bonds they form will be sorely tested before
they can determine if life as three is what they truly desire.
EXCLUSIVE (unedited) EXCERPT:
“So,”
he said, his voice cracking a little with tension. She looked up. A tendril of
that tempting red hair dropped out of the holder and slipped across her face.
He saw himself reach out, tuck it away. She narrowed her eyes, and leaned back
just enough to let him know his touch was not welcomed. “Right, sorry. So,
let’s move on to these,” he pulled the three Belgian style beers he’d chosen
closer, trying to cover his embarrassment. “We don’t do Belgians at Ypsi do I
plan to,” he paused, pondering his one-time dream of crafting nothing but sour,
crazy, off-the-wall ales. He certainly had changed his tune once his business
savvy brother had gotten involved.
She
put a hand on his, yanking him back to the present. He stared at her hand, then
up at her. Her huge eyes were full of concern. “You okay? How’s Nick?”
“Oh,
uh, he’s okay. I think.”
Hannah
nodded, munched a pretzel, never taking her eyes from his. He shifted, as his
body started to react almost involuntarily to her suddenly uncomfortable
proximity. “I have to wonder how it will work.”
“Uh,
how what will work,” he poured them each a healthy sample of Le Fin Du Monde,
one of the finest examples of a Belgian tripel known to man. The cloudy yellow
liquid was rich, layered and amazing. He drank it way too fast considering it
was nine percent alcohol. But nervousness had the best of him. And that was
annoying in the extreme. He shoved her feet off his lap. “You mean Gavin and Alyssa?
Well, if they don’t kill each other, I think they’ll make a fine couple.”
“But
how can they be together? She owns the company that distributes our brews in
Michigan. Isn’t that some kind of a…I don’t know…insider trading kind of a
thing? Whoops…” She nearly knocked over her glass of the tripel and blushed. Ian
stared at her.
She’s drunk. And as nervous as I am. He
smiled, and leaned forward on his elbow, missing the table by a good two inches
and smacking his chin on the hard wood surface. “Fuck!” he yelped, cupping his jaw
while Hannah laughed so hard tears ran down her face.
Hannah’s
heart was pounding, her ears buzzed and her head spun. And while she knew damn
good and well she could thank the beers she’d been drinking for the last nearly
two hours, she also had to admit that being here, with Ian, so close and having
such a great time was turning her on, period. Her body had gone so long without
a man’s touch she had gone beyond missing it. Kind of like when you reach that
point in a diet where you don’t even really miss food anymore. Not a fun place
to be, or healthy, but there it was.
Ian
stood and stomped over to the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen vegetables and
put them under his chin. She pointed, snorted, and tried to stop laughing but
it was too much. He was so incredible—talented, funny, great with his son, and
sexier than any one man had a right to be. She had no business here. She stood,
as a burst of anxiety nearly split her in half. Her body tingled in places she
had forgotten existed but for their daily functionalities. Her head was
starting to hurt. She was terrified and horny in equal measure. “I should go,”
she said, looking around for her shoes. Her hair kept falling out of its tie
back so she gave up and yanked the flimsy band out and let it tumble around her
shoulders. When she stood up and looked at Ian, his mouth was literally hanging
open. She grinned, slid her feet into her shoes and started for the kitchen
door.
“Wait,”
he croaked. “Hannah. Don’t go.”
She
turned, slowly, knowing full well the affect she was having. But unsure what to
do about it. “I am not going to sleep with you Ian Donovan.”
In
a flash he was in her personal space, the frozen food forgotten. His full lips
were inches from hers. She gulped. He slid his hand up her arm, fisted his
fingers in her hair. He smelled boozy and she knew she did too. “I’m not
sleepy,” he whispered. The room did a slightly nauseating one-eighty when his
lips met hers. She stood, frozen, let him part her lips with his tongue but
couldn’t seem to move her arms. Her body would not cooperate and do the thing
she knew she wanted to do—grab him, wrap herself around him. He broke away, his
breath ragged and cradled her face in his large hands. “I don’t know what it is
about you. I am prepared to screw up a perfectly good, friendly working
relationship right now, just to feel your skin against mine. In fact, if that
doesn’t happen in the next few minutes I may spontaneously combust.” But he
stepped away, hands on his hips, looking down at the floor.
She
backed up, stumbling a little when her backside met the counter top. She could sense
her nipples pressing the back of her bra. Her thighs trembled and the pulse
between her legs matched her heartbeat. She bit her lip. “But…” she said,
knowing that with this man, complications would be the name of the game. “Nick.”
She said softly, understanding and figuring this for just one more close shot
at something special she would miss.
