Rock-star Josh Dunningham is anticipating another average
evening of drinking and easy sex. As he downs his shot of tequila and watches a
second shot travel to the other end of the bar, he makes eye contact with a
blonde that will change the outcome of his evening. When he strolls around to
try to pick-up this incredible-looking lady and stares into her face, he loses
his usual cool.
Cassie McCallister is floored when the Josh Dunningham, of Money Back Guaranteed, invites her back to
his room. The Midwestern advertising executive has never had a one-night stand,
but the tall, gorgeous singer certainly gets her heart aflutter. Would it be
possible for her just to sleep with him and not let her heart get involved? Or
will memories of her ex-fiancé, Troy, always keep her from getting romantically
involved, on any level, with another man?
Will Josh and Cassie be able to overcome their separate
issues with their pasts and find the love that they both so desperately need?
Or is this relationship doomed to fail from the outset? Just when things seem
to be going smoothly for the pair, Cassie starts receiving threatening mail and
is attacked in her home. Will they discover who wants her away from Josh before
it’s too late?
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Excerpt:
Josh steered
Cassie toward an exit, hoping fresh air would help to sober her up. They ended up at the outdoor pool, a
monstrosity complete with overhanging palm trees. Not a soul was in sight,
unusual, even at this time of night.
Away from the
casino hubbub, it was easier to talk. She eyed him. “Tell me about the band.”
“What do you want
to know?”
“Well, as an
advertising person, I’m interested in the gimmick, Money Back Guaranteed. Did
you ever have to back up that promise?”
Josh took a couple
of seconds to think about that. “Yeah. A few times. Once, when an elderly
couple came with their granddaughter. They didn’t like the show at all.” Remembering their reaction, he grimaced. “And
once, when a girl caught her fiancé in the hall with another girl. Hardly our
fault, but, she didn’t enjoy the concert, and that’s our promise, so…” He
shrugged.
“Interesting.
Interesting.” She lifted a leg, grabbing his shoulder for balance, and tugged
on the heel of her boot.
“Uhh…what are you
doing?”
“My feet are
killing me. You’re so lucky you are a guy and don’t have to wear heels.”
“Yes. I was just
mentioning that to my friend, Ryan, the other day.”
She didn’t look
up. Having successfully removed one boot, she switched legs to work on the
other. “Really?”
He smiled. “No. Go
on.”
Yanking the other
boot off, she nearly toppled over, though still holding on to him. She squeezed
his arm. “You’re built.”
He nearly laughed
at her frank statement. “Thank you.”
Holding her boots
in one hand, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on her next question. She
began to balance on the edge of the pool, which was deserted, and scoop
stepped, trailing one leg in the water, not seeming to mind at all that her
jeans were getting wet.
“I don’t think
that’s such a good idea,” he warned, taking her arm to steady her.
“I’m fine,” she
assured him, breaking away for an instant to do a pirouette in the pool’s
gutter to demonstrate.
“Okay, okay,” he
muttered, grabbing her arm again. “No need to show off. So why are you in the
advertising game?”
“I like the
creative aspect of it. And, I can be very
persuasive,” she said, smiling at him. As if he somehow silently challenged
her, she stopped with a jerk and turned toward him, lifting up on her toes to
kiss him. The taste of her was just as intoxicating as the booze had been, and
left him equally dizzy. The flavor of sweet lime and midnight rolled across his
tongue and sank into him unbidden. Someone in the hotel rooms surrounding the
pool above them slammed a door, startling Cassie, the sharp sound almost like
gunfire. She jumped away from him like she had been shot herself and started to
lose her balance. He reached to save her, but too late, she fell into the pool,
dragging him in after her.
About the Author:
MJ is a lunch lady in the heart of Central Illinois. My
gosh, can you get more folksy than that? She met her husband at the University
of Missouri-Columbia and now she has an nineteen-year-old (how did that
happen?) and seventeen year old triplets! She loves to read, karaoke (where she
can pretend she is a rock star) and spends WAY too much time on Facebook. She
grew up in St. Louis and still has family there.
