Monday, 8 September 2014

Oh Carlene how I love you so...

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…
(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

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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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1 comment:

  1. Raven, your cookies are delicious ;-) Thanks for letting us nibble while we visited. Have a great day! xoxo