Sunday, July 22, 2018

What Happens In Vegas

With: Shana Gray

Have you ever taken off for a fun girls weekend away with your friends? I know women can get up to all sorts of shenanigans when they’re together on girls weekends. Fancy drinks, dancing, wild times. All that, along with a video I saw last year promoting a casino in Niagara Falls, Canada, inspired my brand new, four book series, Girls Weekend Away.

The first book WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS come out on July 24. I’m excited to be sharing a little snippet of the book with you now.

Quinn gazed around the room, taking in the crowd. It was going on 11 p.m., and he knew he needed to get some rest, but he had tossed back his Scotch and was now ready for a second. He was far too wound up to settle down just yet.
The dance floor was packed, and no one intrigued him enough to go and cut in. Quinn was one of those rare male specimens who actually liked to dance. His mother had made sure he and his brother knew their way around the dance floor. He hadn’t enjoyed it much as a kid, but he’d appreciated it when he discovered girls and learned that women loved a man who could dance. He tapped the bar with his fingers, indicating that he wanted another drink.
They knew him here. The barman placed a glass in front of him.
‘Thanks, man.’ Quinn wasn’t in a talkative mood.‘You in the tournament?’ the bartender asked him.
Quinn nodded. ‘Yep.’
‘I heard it’s pretty tough this time.’ The bartender was chatty tonight.
Quinn shrugged his shoulders. ‘They’re all tough.’ He sipped his drink and turned back to the crowd.A familiar song came on. One that women seemed to love and which usually led to a slew of drunk chicks trying to move seductively in sky-high heels. This ought to be interesting.
He sat back and watched the crowd. Then the sea of people parted and he saw her. Quinn froze, the glass to his lips. She was in the perfect position on the dance floor. A spotlight bathed her in its beam, the beads on her dress reflecting the light, shimmering and giving her a soft glow. The thin straps clung to her shoulders and the sheath hugged her lean curves, ending high on her thighs. She had fantastic legs. He put the glass down and swallowed. Her skin was pale and a complete contrast to her dark hair.
Quinn was mesmerized. Lord, he wanted to unwrap and discover everything about her. e sensation of the silky dress beneath his hands, and the heat of her body . . . She was magnificent.
Quinn stood.
It appeared she was with friends. They were an attractive group of women and he was surprised no men had claimed them yet. Of the four of them, though, she was the one who had caught his eye. Quinn smiled.
The inherent grace in her dance moves, even as she nearly clocked her blonde friend in the eye with an enthusiastic hand wave, told him all he needed to know. She would be just as sensual underneath him. In his bed. He preferred not to pick up women the night before a tournament, as he didn’t want any distractions in the morning, but she intrigued him and he needed to meet her.

I hope this excerpt has intrigued you. I had such a good time writing this first book in the series. The second book has been written and titled MEET ME IN SAN FRANCISCO. I’m currently writing the 3rd book. I love all the heroines and their heroes and I hope you fall in love with them too.
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Thursday, July 19, 2018

Accent On Romance


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Monday, July 16, 2018

Surprises Can Be Fun

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Although, there are those who don’t think so. Some people have had bad experiences in the past by something unpleasant that happened suddenly. This negative incident could cloud their perception and make it tough for them to find joy in a spontaneous moment. They may take things a little too seriously.

Then there are those who like not knowing what’s around the corner. The uncertainty makes life exciting. Unpredictability keeps them flexible, and their ability to embrace it allows them to roll with the punches.

That’s the philosophy of the heroine in my new release, TheArmy Ranger’s Surprise. This is my fifth and final book in The Men of At Ease Ranch series, and it’s about surprises and learning to forgive yourself. My heroine knows how to make lemonade out of lemons and takes it upon herself to teach that to my Hero.

It made for a heartwarming premise I was honored to write. This book also has it’s sexy and funny moments too, and I had a blast giving these two their HEA.

I hope you’ll pick up a copy of The Army Ranger’s Surprise.  Although it is the fifth and final book in the series, each book can be read on its own, and in any order.

To celebrate my new book I’m giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card! Perfect for making a dent in any romance reader’s TBR pile!!

Thank you for helping me celebrate the release of The Army Ranger’s Surprise! I’m excited to finally share Leo with everyone!


She’s about to remind him how good life can be.

Army brat Kaydee Wagner gets twitchy if she stays in one place for too long. But when her grandfather needs someone to stay with him for a bit and his home needs a lot of repairs, she steps up to the plate.

Lucky for her, help arrives from their neighbor’s gorgeous grandson, former Army Ranger Leo Reed.

Leo’s desperate to rise above his dark past and enjoy life again. He’s already made a lot of progress, so when the woman he can’t stop thinking about needs a handyman, he volunteers. But after a very...wet incident involving deadly dance moves and a wayward sink hose, their clothes hit the floor faster than a stack of bathroom tile.

He doesn’t want forever—that would mean revealing his past, which he’s not ready to do. She only wants right now, because any other option would require sticking around.

And then Kaydee discovers she’s pregnant.

He motioned toward the living room with his fork. “How long has that been going on?”
Disappointment squeezed Kaydee’s chest. She should’ve known there was a purpose behind his open attention, and it had nothing to do with her. He was spending extra time with her to avoid the couple in the other room.
And that was the other reason for the invisible weight pressing down on her. For months, Ava and her grandfather had been flirting. It was about time they stopped circling each other. Kaydee thought it was cute how they held hands and carried on like teenagers. She also thought Leo would be happy for them. It really sucked to be wrong about that.
“This week,” she finally replied. “Why? Don’t you want them to be happy?”
“Yeah, of course. Trust me, I have no problem with them dating.” He met her gaze, and the amusement-tinged honesty in his blue eyes soothed some of her disquiet. “I just don’t want to walk in on them again when they’re…overjoying in each other.”
So she hadn’t been wrong about him. But then the rest of the poor guy’s words sank in, and Kaydee’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. You walked in on them…uh…making out?” She bit her lip, but it didn’t stop her grin.
“Yes.” A grimace rippled across his face. “That image will haunt me the rest of my life.”
She laughed. “Then maybe you need a new image to focus on.”
Dammit. That slipped out without permission.
Leo stilled for a full second before he turned toward her with a sexy, lopsided grin on his face. “Exactly what image do you have in mind, Kaydee?”
A fluttering instantly commenced in her belly. She couldn’t tell if he was just toying with her or serious. Whatever it was, she was too befuddled to say something catchy. “It’s a surprise,” she said, unwilling to show fear. Or stupidity. She’d shown him enough of that tonight.
But apparently, she said something wrong, because the light disappeared from his gaze.
“I don’t like surprises,” he muttered, and turned his attention back to his food.
Her giddiness dimmed. Why didn’t he like surprises? Did it have to do with his past?
Leo wasn’t aware that she knew about what he’d gone through, and she wasn’t about to bring it up. The guy had worked hard to overcome his demons and move on. He deserved happiness. Deserved to smile. Deserved some carefree moments in his life. And carefree happened to be something Kaydee was good at.
Now that was in her wheelhouse.
So she vowed, then and there, to show Leo that surprises could also be fun.

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Donna Michaels is an New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy primal alphas who are equally matched by their heroines. From short to epic, her books entertain readers across a variety of sub-genres like, contemporary, romantic comedies, and romantic suspense. With a husband retired from the military, four children, and several rescued cats, she never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname Lucy…and sometimes Ethel.

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Sunday, July 15, 2018

Mischief and Mayhem

With: L.E. Rico

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Mischief and Mayhem is set in the quirky, magical town of Mayhem, Minnesota—where the cats wear sweaters, the priest dispenses love advice and you can find your fortune underneath a slice of pie. It’s home to the O’Halloran sisters, Hennessy, Jameson, Walker and Bailey—known locally as The Whiskey Sisters. In this second book of the Whiskey Sister series, Jameson has sworn off men following her divorce from the philandering Winston. But that resolution gets a whole lot more difficult when her long-lost ex-brother-in-law, Scott, returns to Mayhem after a ten-year absence. Now Jameson has to decipher these unexpected feelings while raising her high-maintenance toddler and navigating relations with her sisters. In this excerpt, she’s a little rattled when a shirtless Scott pops into the kitchen to ask her a question…

“What? Do I look that bad?” he asks.
“No, you look fine. Fine. Yes. Nope, you’re good. Good, good…I was just…” I scramble for some reasonable excuse to be staring at him. “I—It’s just that I couldn’t help but notice your tattoo.”
Yes! Brilliant save, Jameson!
“Oh, you know, I forget it’s even there sometimes,” he says, bringing his smooth, broad chest closer to me so I can get a better look at him. It. At it. The tattoo…
He’s pointing to the image on his right pectoral muscle, a vibrant orange skull intricately decorated. It has a bright array of red and pink flowers and small jewels adorning it.
“They call this a sugar skull.”
Before I can help myself, I reach out to touch the colorful picture that takes up a large section of that side of his chest. I pull away before my fingers make contact.
“It’s okay,” he assures me, taking my hand and pulling it to his chest. “You can touch it.”
I keep my hand there for a beat longer than I should before reluctantly extricating myself. “Well, I...uh...I think it’s beautiful.” I glance down at my watch. “Oh! I’ve got to get the chicken in the oven.”
I start to turn toward the other naked flesh in the room.
“So...a toothbrush?”
“Of course! Sorry, yes, I, uh, I think I saw a sex pack—sorry, six pack. There’s a six pack of toothbrushes in the hall closet.”
Holy hell! What was that? I try to appear composed, even as I feel the two hot, red spots that are forming on my cheeks. He chivalrously turns to leave before I’m in full-on beet mode, but not before I catch a little color on his face, too.


In the wake of her divorce, Jameson O’Halloran has gone man-vegan. And this is one diet she’s determined to stick with. Even when her long-lost ex-brother-in-law shows up looking like two scoops of double dutch dipped in chocolate… She’s not giving in. Been there and still wearing the messy T-shirt.

It’s been a decade since Scott Clarke left his family and his hometown, never to return. But when tragedy strikes, he finds himself dragged back to the land of gossip, judgment, and the one woman he absolutely, positively, without a doubt can never have. His brother’s ex is off-limits. He just needs to keep repeating that to himself until it sinks in.

Each book in the Whiskey Sisters series is STANDALONE: 
*Blame it on the Best
*Mischief and Mayhem

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Thanks for the Memories

Life is good. You’re walking down the street, smiling that the people going by you, and then it hits. That memory from five years ago that’s so painful and embarrassing you cringe right there in the middle of the sidewalk. We all have those moments in our past that come back to haunt us every now and then. Think you’re about to drift off to sleep? Bam, embarrassing prom night memories. Ready for that big interview? Pow, the time you split red wine on a bride’s dress. Our memories, good and bad, are what make us who we are. But what happens if they suddenly disappeared? Would we be someone else? That’s the question Lori and Jackson face in “Giving Up The Boss” when Jackson loses his memories and has to rely on the one person who knows him inside and out. Or rather, used to know him. What’s a girl to do when the love of your life can’t  even remember his own name?

Excerpt – Everyone needs a little shower help now and then
“I’d settle for a shower.”
She crossed the room to open the side door. “Luckily you have a bathroom fit for royalty. Or one that can house a family of four.”
His smile flashed briefly before he held up his arm. “This might be tricky with a fractured wrist.”
“I can help you shower,” she said before she had a chance to think about what she was offering.
He arched a brow. “What?”
“Uh.” She hesitated. “I meant, I can help you get set up and stuff. Not actually in the shower. Or with you. Or wash you. Or—” She bit her tongue. “The nurse helped you get dressed and your shirt has buttons, is all I’m saying.”
This time his smile didn’t vanish in a heartbeat. “What man would turn down an offer like that?”
Her cheeks burned as she marched into the white marble bathroom. She selected towels and placed them by the shower. A quick check told her everything he’d need was already stocked inside for him. With nothing left to do, she turned to see Jackson leaning against the vanity, watching her.
“What do you need help with?” she asked, closing the distance between them.
His lips curved in a lopsided smile. “Outside of this room? Literally everything. But for right now, I’m good. Go get settled in yourself.”
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Take the reprieve and get out of here.
Even if she had been looking forward to unwrapping her boss like a present.
Shaking her head, she made a beeline for the door. She’d almost reached it, too, when she noticed Jackson struggling to undo the buttons of his shirt with only one hand.
“I’m fine,” he said again, not even glancing her direction.
“You’re not.”
“Worse-case scenario, I’ll rip it off in my best Hulk impersonation.”
“Or, I could just help you. For the good of Armani, of course.”
With a sigh, he gave up and let his hands drop. Taking that as her cue, she crossed the room to him, trying to ignore the way her heart rate sped up with each step.
Be his assistant. Keep this impersonal.
The last thing she could afford to do was get even more tangled up with her boss.
Rolling back her shoulders, she forced her fingers to unhook the first button at his throat.
See? That wasn’t so bad.
She could do this without giving it a second thought.
Except the second button was harder than the first. The third had her cheeks warming again.
You can do this. Be an adult.
But now she had to be the adult who tugged the tucked in shirt free of his pants. When her fingers brushed the skin around his waistband electricity surged through her.
Quickly she undid the remaining buttons and stepped back. The navy shirt hung gaping around his bronzed chest. Her mouth dried as she tried not to examine the contours of his muscles.
Stop ogling him.
As if she could.
Her glanced snapped to his. “Sorry. What?”
“I said, thanks for the help.”
“Oh, right. No problem. You should be fine…” Her gaze zeroed in to his jeans. “Uh, there are a few buttons left.”
He followed her gaze to his crotch and shrugged a shoulder. “I might not remember anything about the past, but even I know there are some things you don’t ask your assistant to do.”
“What if the assistant offers?”
His hooded gaze met hers.
“I said I’d help you and I will.” Steeling herself, she moved back to him. Standing close enough to feel the heat of his skin, she reached for the button of his fly.
You can do this. Don’t think about how easy it would be to press up against him. Concentrate.
She unclasped the button of his fly and unzipped the zipper. There was no mistaking the bulge against her hand she did her best to ignore, even if her breath grew a little irregular. Task accomplished, she was about to step back when she glanced up instead. And found his gaze locked on her mouth.
“Just colleagues, right?” His voice was little more than a soft whisper in her ear.
“Right,” she agreed, her voice far harsher than his.
“Yell if you need help.”
Steeling herself, she walked from the room before the idiot living within her could offer to do something stupid like wash his back. Even if it was all she could think about.


Executive assistant Lori has finally said those three little words to her boss, Jackson Sinclair, that have haunted her for months–– Goodbye, I quit. Yep. That happened. Then she sort of ran over him. It was an accident. No. Really. It was. Now he can’t remember anything––and it’s up to her to keep his billion-dollar corporation running until he gets his memory back.
Billionaire Jackson Sinclair wakes up in a hospital to a life he can’t remember. The only person who feels familiar is Lori. The more he learns about his past, though, the more it disturbs him. He was kind of cold, and he can’t imagine why the lovely Lori put up with him. And she is lovely, as in, he can’t stop thinking about her. But he has a company to save, and there’s no time for that sort thing. Especially when it seems like his assistant is hiding something from him.
As his condition shows no signs of healing, Lori can’t help wonder what’s best, telling the truth about his accident and losing the man of her dreams or keeping quiet and living the best lie of her life.
Each book in the The Billionaire's Second Chance series is STANDALONE:
* A Baby for the Billionaire
* Giving up the Boss

Friday, July 13, 2018

Scoring the Player’s Baby

With: Naima Simone

Congratulations to "Cherisse", the winner in Naima's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Greetings and hiiii! A huge thank you to Just Contemporary Romance for letting me visit and introduce you fabulous readers to Ronin Palamo and Kim Matlock, the hero and heroine of SCORING THE PLAYER’S BABY, Book 3 in my WAGS series from Entangled Publishing’s Brazen line. I have to admit, a couple of my favorite tropes are intimate strangers/one-night stand and surprise baby. And with Scoring the Player’s Baby, I got to include both in one book. Ronin is exactly what Kim doesn’t want in a man—a football player. So not only does she have a sizzling one-night stand with one but is now pregnant by him. What follows is this fall into love that is bumpy but lovely. I enjoyed writing the two of them so much. And not just because I based Ronin on Jason Momoa. Heehee. Here’s a peek into Scoring the Player’s Baby!


“Since it’s close to Christmas, how about a holiday movie?” Kim suggested. “What’ll it be? What’s your favorite movie?”

Ronin crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her, daring her, beforehand, to laugh. “Love Actually.”

She shrugged. “I’ve never seen it.”

He gasped. Yeah, he did. Her admission was gasp-worthy. “Who hasn’t seen Love Actually? The movie is connection, forgiveness, love, fate, serendipity… What?” He stared at her wide-eyed gaze. “Shaddup. Well, let me have it. What’s your favorite holiday movie?”

“That’s easy. Die Hard 2,” she declared. “And yes, it is a Christmas movie.”

 “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered, aiming the remote at the TV screen. “We’ll watch your pick first, then mine.”

Hours later, as the credits for Love Actually rolled, he turned to her, waiting for her to praise one of the best movies of all time.

“Well?” he prodded when she remained quiet.

“Umm.” She scrunched up her nose. “The porn couple was cute.”

“Porn c—” He snapped. “They were body doubles, not porn stars. Seriously?” he demanded. “That’s all you liked about it?”

“Now ‘like’ is a stretch.” She did that scrunchy thing with her nose again. “Okay, how is it romantic that the guy is hitting on his best friend’s wife? And if I was Karen, I would’ve slapped the shit out of Harry with that Joni Mitchell CD; I don’t care if he was Alan Rickman. God rest his soul. And yeah, I wasn’t buying the British guy shacking up with the three American women just because of his accent. That was a bit of a stretch.”

Ronin gaped at her, utterly speechless.

“How does it feel?” he finally asked, cocking his head to the side.

“How does what feel?” she repeated.

“When your heart grows three sizes? I’ve always wondered. Does it hurt or just tingle?”
Her face blanked, then she tossed back her head and burst into laughter at his reference to the Grinch. He grinned. That laugh…God, it was terrible and adorable.

“I have a heart. Take John McClane, for example. He blew up a plane full of mercenaries and fired up a runway to save his wife’s life. That’s true love.” She arched an eyebrow.
Damn it, he hated when she was right.

Time to fight dirty. He jumped off the bed, rounded it, and knelt at her side, placing his palms across her slightly rounded stomach. The almost imperceptible bump sent a thrill through him. As did touching her again.

Kim started, sitting straight up on the mattress, but he gently shushed her, bending his head over her.

“Shh. This is a conversation between Peanut and me.” It would be several more weeks before Kim felt the baby move, but he’d read on several sites that babies could hear and recognize their parents’ voices. Maybe not this early, but he liked the thought of it. “This is your dad. Your mom and I can’t wait until you get here, but you have to hang in there and grow before then, so don’t give her a lot of trouble, okay? Except when she says crazy things like insulting my movie choices and T-shirt collection. Here’s a promise: you stay healthy and happy in there, and when you’re finally here, we’ll wear matching Transformers T-shirts to the strawberry festival where I grew up. You’re going to love it. And we love you.”

He pressed a kiss to Kim’s belly then leaned back, glancing up. She stared down at him, her dove gray eyes glistening with tears. Damn, those eyes were going to break him. So lovely, so much emotion. Just. So much.

Rising, he sat on the mattress and pulled her into his arms, onto his lap, and held her, brushing his lips across the top of her head. Jesus, she made him feel. And he didn’t know how to handle it, what to do with it. So he did what came naturally…

“Don’t worry, hala,” he murmured. “I’ll get you a Transformers shirt, too.”

As her muffled chuckle reached his ears, the vise around his chest loosened.

Laughter, he could deal with. The fist squeezing his heart?

Not so much.

After a divorce from her cheating football player ex, PR whiz Kim Matlock would rather drive a pine tree through her walled-off heart than work at the Seattle Wedding Expo. And the last thing she expects is to be grabbed and kissed breathless by a hot giant of a man looking to fend off a stalker. She doesn't want emotional entanglements, but she can't say no to one scorching night with the sexy stranger.
To her shock, she finds out afterward that a) he's a pro football player, aka her kryptonite, and b) she's pregnant.
But nothing could have prepared her for his response...
Each book in the WAGS series is STANDALONE:
* Scoring with the Wrong Twin
* Scoring Off the Field
* Scoring the Player's Baby

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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

International Guy

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Hello my lovelies,

My name is Audrey Carlan and I’m the #1 New York Times and Worldwide bestselling author of Calendar Girl. I’m here today to share with you my brand new blockbuster series, International Guy! I cannot express how excited I am to share this story with you. Not only will I promise you a new book boyfriend to swoon over, but an intense serial that will take you on a journey unlike any you’ve had before.

This story is told primarily through the eyes of my hero, Parker Ellis, CEO of International Guy, Inc. known to his team as the “Dream Maker”. He is joined by his partners Royce Sterling, the “Money Maker” and Bogart “Bo” Montgomery dubbed the “Love Maker.” The IG team helps individuals all over the globe with unique problems often involving life and love coaching.

Now I’m going to introduce my main man, Parker Ellis!

Audrey: Hey Park, how’s it hanging, brother?

Parker: Nice and tight, a little to the left.

Audrey: Gross. <rolls eyes>

Parker: Pretty lady, you asked. <He laughs heartily.>

Audrey: I’ve been asked to find out from you what would you consider the perfect date in each of the cities you’re traveling to in International Guy: Volume 1?

Parker: Well, to start, Paris is considered one of the most romantic cities in the world. And what is the most romantic symbol in Paris?

Audrey: The Seine River?

Parker: <he shakes his head> Audrey, babe, no. The most iconic symbol is the Eiffel Tower.

Audrey: Oh, well yeah, that makes sense.

Parker: For me, a perfect date would be to bring my beautiful woman to the Jules Verne restaurant overlooking all of Paris. Follow dinner up with a walk along the Seine. Especially if you can stop over one of the bridges and kiss her under the moonlight. Women eat that shit up.

Audrey: <Laughs hard.> We eat that shit up?

Parker: <Cocks a brow.> Well yeah. There’s nothing wrong with it. Romance is a part of the wooing process. I dig it. I enjoy a nice meal with a beautiful woman. And there’s nothing like holding a woman’s hand while walking along a majestic body of water.

Audrey: Okay, what if you were in New York?

Parker: The city that never sleeps? A personal fave of mine.

Audrey: What would you consider a perfect date there?

Parker: Hands down, dinner and a Broadway show. I believe Phantom of the Opera is still running and it has rave reviews. Plus, it’s a rather interesting and twisted love story. This gives you plenty to talk to your woman about after the show. Preferably back at her place.

Audrey: Mm hmm. And the last city? Copenhagen?

Parker: Easy. Castles. I’ve never met a woman that wasn’t enthralled by royalty or relics from a past time. I’d take my date during the day on a tour of a sprawling castle then to a comfy hole in the wall pub that offered the traditional hygge along with a pint or a nice bottle of red wine.

Audrey: Hygge?

Parker: <nods and smiles> It’s essentially a feeling of coziness and comfort. It’s that sensation you get when you’re snuggled up close, maybe in a corner booth at a pub, or sitting next to your woman in front of a warm fire.

Audrey: I can see that. I love cozying up to my husband, especially on cold nights. 

Parker: <grins sexily> Exactly. What I think men don’t realize now a days is that women aren’t expecting too much. They want a man they’re dating to spend quality time doing different and interesting things with them. It’s not about the exact date, as in where you’ve gone or what you do when you get there. It’s more about the intention of the date. Which in my opinion is all about togetherness. Living in the moment. Experiencing things with someone you care about. Perhaps even trying new things. Feeling out what makes your partner smile. That’s when you know you’ve got something special and that’s what I shoot for on all my dates and with all of my clients.

Audrey: What would you say is your primary philosophy about dating?

Parker: Come on, Audrey, you know me. You know me.

Audrey: Answer it anyway!

Parker:  Life is about meaningful experiences and not taking the special moments we’re given for granted. Every person I take out I strive to share something unique, something memorable.

Audrey: I like that. It’s very deep.

Parker: <smirks> I know something else that can get very deep.

Audrey! Hey, I’m married!

Parker: Just sayin’…hook a brother up already.

Audrey: Maybe I already have?

Parker: <eyes seem to get wider with excitement> I cannot freakin’ wait to see who you set me up with. She better be hot!

Audrey: Come on. You know me. You know me. <I laugh repeating his words>

Parker: Yeah, she’s hot. <grins huge>

Audrey: Totally.

Excerpt: International Guy, Volume 1 by Audrey Carlan

“When you said you would take me to dinner, I had no idea it would be at the world-famous Jules Verne Restaurant in the Eiffel Tower.” Sophie squeezes my hand as an attendant leads us through a secret entrance for restaurant goers.

We’re in the belly of the beast, surrounded by iron bars and rivets galore as we wait our turn to go into the private elevator that slowly takes you from the ground level up 380 feet to where the restaurant resides.

“This way, Messieurs-dames.” The attendant, who is smartly dressed in an all-black suit, gestures to the open elevator.

It’s compact and cozy, the entire back wall glass. The sun is just setting over the horizon as we ease our way up the country’s most iconic monument.

“This is incredible!” Sophie gasps, leaning against my side.

I frown. “Have you not been to the Eiffel Tower before?”

“No, I have, but I was a child then. We visited on a school outing, and of course, I have seen it
from below, walked the path, but have not experienced it as an adult.”

I hook an arm around her waist. “I’m glad we’re doing it together.”

“More first-time memories?”

She remembered. “Yes. And with a beautiful woman by my side, one I’ll never forget.”

“Then we should kiss, non?” She turns, flattens her chest against mine, and wraps her arms around my neck. “First times should always be marked with a kiss.”

I bend forward and cup her soft cheek.

She lifts up onto her toes, bringing her lips a scant inch from mine. “Do not think about it. Just do it.”

’Nuff said. I lay my lips over hers and take her lips in a slow, meaningful kiss. She opens her mouth instantly, inviting me in. I accept the invitation, licking deep and devouring her. Her sugar-and-spice scent swirls around me, coating me in heaven. Her tongue dances with mine as I turn her head left, then right, going deeper, wanting more. Our kiss becomes heated, bodies pressing against one another, trying to get closer. I need skin . . . her skin.

She moans into my mouth right as the lift stops and the bell dings, announcing we’ve made it to our destination. It takes serious effort to leave the beauty of her mouth and body, but I peel myself away, and she slides her hands down her dress, making herself presentable once again.

I guide her in front of me as the attendant takes our names and looks up the reservation I made this morning when we got to Rolland Group Inc. I was lucky to score a reservation, but apparently midweek is easier when you’re planning on spending several hundred euros a plate.

We’re seated in a position that’s perfect for two and right next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which give us a spectacular view of Paris at dusk.

“Did you know that Chef Hugues de Saint Vincent will be making our meals tonight? He is a culinary genius.” Sophie smiles wide, and I vow to do more to put that smile on her face.

About the Book

Title: International Guy, Volume 1
Author: Audrey Carlan
Release Date: July 10, 2018
Publisher: Montlake Romance

My name is Parker Ellis. You can call me The Dream Maker. This is where my story begins.

There’s a world of women waiting for me, but my journey starts here, in three cities: Paris. New York. Copenhagen.

International Guy Inc. is owned and operated by Parker Ellis, a ladies’ man with a high IQ and a big libido. He’s the most successful life and love coach in the world, and he’s smart enough to know he can’t run a multimillion-dollar company alone.

He hires two friends whose areas of expertise complement his own. They comprise The Dream Maker, The Love Maker, and The Money Maker. Together, they advise the wealthiest people in the world: Hollywood hotshots, European royalty, and the CEOs of multibillion-dollar companies. And sometimes they can’t help it when things heat up and they end up in bed with their clients. Quite literally.

This International Guy likes his playboy lifestyle, and he’s not looking for commitment. After all, there’s a whole world waiting for him. But as he goes from city to city, and from woman to woman, it’s possible that he just might find his own love along the way…

About the Author
Audrey Carlan is an internationally renowned author who writes wickedly hot love stories. Translated into more than thirty different languages across the globe, Audrey’s books have hit the bestseller lists for the New York Times, USA Today, the Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly. She is best known for the worldwide bestselling Calendar Girl series and Trinity saga, and her novel Resisting Roots is scheduled to become a PassionFlix movie.

Audrey lives in the California Valley with her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters,” or with her nose stuck in a steamy romance novel. Find out more about Audrey through her website (, Twitter (@AudreyCarlan), or Facebook (@AudreyCarlan).

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