Oh yes...
Loving being here today at
Raven’s place (cos I have cookies) as the Sin Pointe tour bus rolls in and the guys shuffle out.
I’ll let the rest of them have a look around at all of Raven’s lovely dark
furnishings while Stefan and I sit and relax. We’ve been sharing favorite
snippets of his throughout the series while on blog tour and today’s comes from
his just released book, Wicked Flower.
The circumstances under which Stefan and Dani met were out of the ordinary and here, they are still in the early stages of getting to know each other. She’s snuck a magazine featuring the band into her car and when Stefan comes up to be let in so they can clear things up, she’s really hoping he won’t notice the interview. So much for wishing. Please enjoy from Wicked Flower and thanks again for having us, Raven…
The circumstances under which Stefan and Dani met were out of the ordinary and here, they are still in the early stages of getting to know each other. She’s snuck a magazine featuring the band into her car and when Stefan comes up to be let in so they can clear things up, she’s really hoping he won’t notice the interview. So much for wishing. Please enjoy from Wicked Flower and thanks again for having us, Raven…
(it's ALL my pleasure believe me)
She tried not to look at him straight on but
that didn’t matter. It just sent her nose in search of his scent. Cinnamon,
again. She would not think of how satisfying his taste was.
“You said you had a bone to pick with me. I’m
assuming you’re wanting to tell me that the truck stop incident this morning
was a huge mistake. So here’s where I tell you I already know that. And don’t
worry, you don’t have to have dinner with me.” Mistake or not, she still wanted
him.
“The bone that needs picking has nothing to do
with that, sweetheart.” His chocolate brown gaze stripped her bare and stoked
the need she was barely able to keep hidden.
So. Unfair. That word and the way it made her
want to melt into his chest.
“It doesn’t?” she asked, hearing her voice hike
up at the end. She shouldn’t let that happen again.
“No. Turns out that particular bone isn’t as
important as I thought.”
“What? Why not?” She wanted to ask him why he’d
chased her out here then if it wasn’t to have this discussion. But oh no, it
was just then that he ever so slightly lifted his ass and reached a hand down
underneath it. She went bug-eyed, then blew out a breath and pretended to see
something out her side window. She wouldn’t look his way.
After a deafeningly silent minute, she heard him
chuckle, low and dark. “Ahem. Read anything good lately?”
“You’re mean.”
“I know. Look at me,” he said.
But Dani just kept her eyes trained on the
rivulets of rain showering her window and what she could now hear gaining in
intensity in the distance and see crackling over the tops of faraway hills.
Thunder and lightning. Round four, five or six. She’d lost count.
“Well, we can talk about this fun magazine or
there’s always the time we got gas together and ended up…”
She cleared her throat and shot out the first
question she could think of to keep him from going there. “What is it you’re so
famous for saying?” Don’t fidget. He’s
just another man.
“Hmm. I thought for sure you’d want to know
about the bean bags.”
A tiny line of built up dust wedged in the
cracks of the gear shift console caught her shifting eyes. It needed cleaning.
Why had she never cleaned that before? She ran her fingernail over it,
repeatedly trying to dislodge the bits. Stop
it. She pulled her hand back into her lap.
“Fine, what’s the deal with the bean bags?” she
asked, refusing to look at him yet and desperate to hide how curious she was
about the silly things as well. Her imagination brought fresh waves of color to
her neck and face. If the man did what he did in a bathroom stall, lord only
knew what he’d be willing to do on a bean bag. She imagined him folding her
like a pretzel and licking the salt from her sweaty body.
“Jaxon once told some interviewer that I could
play bass anywhere a man could have sex. And then jokingly said I often engaged
in the two at the same time. Somehow bean bags got thrown into the mix.”
She didn’t want to give in but it was
impossible. “So now you get asked about it.”
“All the time.”
“That must suck.”
He let out a small laugh. “I could, in fact,
perform both acts very well on bean bags but in case you were wondering, I
don’t.”
“I wasn’t curious,” she lied through tight lips,
her pretzel fantasy making her mouth dry.
Stefan was doing something with his tongue and
his teeth inside his mouth, she just had no idea what. Outwardly, his cocky
grin gave way to what she could only describe as sincerity.
“If you think you could stand to look at my ugly
mug, I’d appreciate it.” He laid a hand in her hair and without thought, she
turned her head all the way. That was no ugly mug. He was more handsome than
any other man she’d ever met. So much so that his good looks made her nervous.
A drop of water fell from the wet skin of his wrist and landed on her
collarbone. It reminded her of the tear that had fallen earlier today, before
she’d met him. She fought to keep her breath even.
“Why do you hold your guitar so low? It doesn’t
look comfortable, at all.”
Something she said made him grin.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing. You’re just very pretty. And I like
the way you talk when you’re nervous.”
How dare he point that out right here in the
face of all her nervousness? “So you’re not going to answer me.”
“It looks good in pictures. Now you. Why did you
let me … kiss you today?” he asked.
And here
is the Wicked Flower blurb:
~Editor’s
Pick
Sin Pointe front man Stefan
Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani
Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.
Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his
small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds
collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will
make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose
son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.
That is until they come up with a solution.
Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but
when and how hard.
It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of
them intends to lose.
Thanks for letting me share with you today. If
you’d like to spend more time with Stefan in his own book, you can find Wicked Flower at these lovely places:
Evernight / Amazon / All Romance eBooks / BookStrand
Wanna add Wicked
Flower to your Goodreads Shelf? You rock and thanks! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23121017-wicked-flower
Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially
Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no
favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of
romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC), Romance Writers of America and the
Waterworld Mermaids. Carlene currently
lives in the San Diego area where she can often be found listening to live
music and looking up at the sky on clear nights. If she could touch
someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say
truly there never lived a luckier girl.
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Carlene Here, she’d love to hear from you:
Website http://carlenelove.com/
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Raven, your cookies are delicious ;-) Thanks for letting us nibble while we visited. Have a great day! xoxo
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