Series: The Fitzgerald Family [Book 6]
Genre: Contemporary Romance
To Be Released: Nov. 26, 2013
Hop Hosted by: I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
“Uh, Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe there’s been a misunderstanding.”
Chase sucked in a breath as though someone had punched him in the solar plexus. He knew that voice. Deanna Marshal! Echoes of her screams, his inability to find her in the chaos that had followed the explosion still woke him up in cold sweat.
“Your uncle, Mo Fitzgerald, hired me on your behalf. He said I was expected.”
Of course, she couldn’t be Deanna. The last information he’d received from the hospital in L.A. said she was still in a coma. Who was this woman who talked like his sous chef? She had the same husky intonation with a slight southern accent. The difference was hers was suggestive, hypnotic. It washed over him in gentle waves and stroked his senses. Deanna’s voice never had this kind of effect on him.
Chase whipped off his glasses. The sudden light intensity made him squint, but his eyes adjusted fast to the dim light flowing into the foyer through the windows. She was definitely not Deanna, who was petite with strawberry blonde hair and a pixie face. This woman was tall, all curves and legs.
Waves of dark hair framed a face so breathtaking he stared at her in shock. Intelligent hazel eyes stared at him with grim determination from under thick, sooty lashes. But her eyes or face weren’t the reason he wanted to curse his uncle to hell and back.
He was an unapologetically lips man and she had the kind that could drive a man crazy imagining them on his body. They were pure work of art. Pouty. Lush. Kissable. Heat shot straight to his groin at his thoughts and he smothered a curse at his lack of control.
“Are you okay, Mr. Fitzgerald?” she asked with concern this time.
Blood was slow rushing back to his head. Of course, he was okay. She’d blindsided him by sounding like the woman who haunted his dreams and looking like every man’s wet dream.
“What are you?” Chase said with a voice devoid of emotion as he tried to fight the effect of her voice and the lure of her lips.
The corners of her mouth twitched until a smile spread across her lips. “Last time I checked, a woman,” she said and chuckled, the sound making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
Time slow down as blood pounded past his ears. Hell. A woman had never turned him speechless with a smile. This woman had to go. She wasn’t just going to screw with his head, every male in his ranch was going to act like a dimwit around her and probably injure one of his priced mares. He used iron-clad will to control his responses to her.
“I meant, what do you do? Are you my assistant or a Playmate masquerading as a data analyst?”
Two (2) Winners!
One (1) Signed Paperback ARC of Surrender To Temptation [The Fitzgerald Family Series, #6]
One (1) $10.00 Amazon Gift Card