Monday, September 29, 2014

Over-Exposed Blog Tour

She’s all work.

Fifteen years ago, Natalie Simmons reinvented herself with a single goal: to earn her father’s respect. The frivolous, attention-seeking college girl is now a workaholic lawyer on partnership track. 

That is, until Sam Danmore shows up. 

He’s all play.

He’s gorgeous, famous, arrogant as ever, and can still drench her panties with a look and a grin -- a fact which only reinforces how much she hates him. And wants him.

When an obsessed fan forces Sam into hiding, Natalie has to help him or risk getting caught up in the media frenzy, herself. But her unwanted, yet deepening attraction to him threatens the new life she has built... because Sam has spent the last fifteen years living up to his reputation, and Natalie is still trying to live hers down.

Natalie's tires squealed as she sped up and down the levels, finding every last parking space was filled. She tried to call her assistant, but should’ve known better than to hope for cell reception in the garage. As she reversed the car in an anger-fueled three-point turn, she heard a thump. Shit. Checking the rearview mirror, she saw nothing -- no cars, no cement columns. Whatever. She hoped Kari was able to stall the parties on the video conference...

Suddenly, the door behind her flung open and someone jumped in, rocking the car. “Drive,” a deep voice ordered. 

“Oh my god. Just take the car.” She reached for the door handle, thankful she could run straight to her office, now, and maybe make it in time for the-- 

“I don’t want the car. I want you to drive, lady!” 

“I’m late for a conference call!” Before she could push the door open, something hard pressed against the back of her head. She stiffened and slanted a glance toward the rearview mirror, but couldn’t see him since he was directly behind her. 

“You’re gonna have to reschedule. Drive the fucking car.” 

“Okay. Okay. Where do you want to go?” Her voice shook with panic. Dad’s gonna give me that disappointed look. Can’t believe this shit. What are the frigging odds? 

“Just get me out of here.” 

Natalie drove around and around the garage toward the exit, trying now and then to see him in her mirrors. As they stopped for the automatic gate to lift she made a move to open the door, but he tapped her skull with what she presumed was a gun barrel. A reminder, like she could ever forget it was there. 

“Don’t make me use this.” 

“I’m sorry.” Her voice shook a little. She hated that. “Which way should I go?” 

“Take me to your house.” 

“I don’t have a house.” 

He made an exasperated sound. “I assume you’re not homeless. Take me wherever the hell it is you live.” 

She drove a circuitous route through the slow-moving maze of Midtown, inching the car down the one-way streets and multiple Peachtrees that confounded even native Atlantans. For fuck’s sake, there’s never a police car when you need one... 

Her phone rang, startling her. 

Her passenger barked “Don’t answer it!” a half-second too late. 

“Sorry! It’s a reflex.” She cringed, half-expecting to be pistol-whipped. 

Then Kari’s voice came over the car speakers. “Jesus Christ, Nat!” 

“Yeah, I’m having a really hard time parking--” 

“Forget it, we cancelled. Are you listening to the radio?” 

“Uh, no...” 

“All the traffic? It’s not an accident.” If she hadn’t been in a life-or-death situation, Natalie would’ve noticed her assistant’s oddly-excited tone. “They started shooting the movie, and Sam Danmore disappeared! He’s like a fugitive or something.” 

“Hang up,” Natalie’s passenger growled low from the back seat. 

It dawned on her now that his voice seemed familiar. She risked a glance over her shoulder and holy shit. Holy. Shit. Holy fucking shit. “Holy fucking shit.” 

A world-famous pair of sexy brown eyes glared, and she turned back around just in time to avoid rear-ending a city bus. 

“I know, right?” Kari’s voice gushed. “They said he raped a teenage girl in his trailer and ran off when she screamed.” 

“My god...” Natalie jerked the car to a rocking stop in a loading zone, narrowly missing a few pedestrians. 

“Again. Can you believe that?” 

“Kari, I’ve gotta call you back.” She disconnected and sat silently a moment, staring straight ahead. Her heart was pounding harder than it did when her passenger first jumped in the car. Without turning, she spoke in her coldest and most professional voice (which barely shook at all). “Is it safe to assume you have not been holding a real gun to my head?” 

She heard him sigh heavily. In her peripheral vision, she saw him hold up a strong, tan hand and fold it into a finger-gun. 

“That’s a safe assumption, yes. And for the record, I didn’t do it.” 

Of course you didn’t. Now try to sell me Braves Stadium. “In that case, would you care to explain why you’re-- uh, naked, and in my car?” Her damn voice betrayed her that time. 

“Let’s talk about that when we get to your place.” The words were steeped in his trademark sinful smile. The narcissistic ass was trying to manipulate her. 

She wasn’t going to let him. “Never mind. Please just get out.” 

The leather seat creaked as he leaned forward and his deep chuckle tickled her ear. “Did you forget I’m naked?” 

She stiffened. “No. I didn’t.” 

It was a universally-accepted fact that Sam Danmore had a gorgeous body. Natalie had once heard a talk show host joke that his standard movie contract contained a wardrobe clause specifying his refusal to wear shirts in more than three scenes. 

He didn’t budge. His hair brushed her cheek. It was soft and smelled like fresh shampoo. 

Keep facing forward. Don’t move. Don’t talk. 

And for fuck’s sake, don’t look! 

There were plenty of people Natalie disliked. Sam Danmore was the only one she could honestly say she hated. 

Yeah, silly girl? Then why has your mouth gone dry? 

To her relief he finally backed off, taking his scent with him. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m not gonna walk around downtown Atlanta in the buff.” 

The BMW’s windows were tinted for privacy, so while many people rushed past them along the busy sidewalk, no one had given her car a second glance. 

“Well, I’m certainly not taking you to my home!” Ugh. Could she sound more prim? 

He was quiet for a moment and she felt him studying her. “In that case, I’m gonna open the door here, and get all these nice people riled up until the news crews come and we’re all over the internet. You seem like someone who’d be okay with that.” 

She reached for her phone. “I’m calling the police.” 

The smug bastard laughed at her. “Oh, so you want more media attention? I must’ve misread you.” 


He was still laughing as Natalie threw the car in gear and floored the gas to force her way back into traffic.

Julie Jaret is an American screenwriter with one feature film produced and some others on deck. Her alter-ego needed an outlet, so here we are.

Julie lives in the southeast U.S. with her sexy and supportive husband, two funny and beautiful kids, and one big doofus of a dog. She enjoys living vicariously through her fictional characters, often to the point of distraction... (Luckily, her hubby and kids know not to expect dinner at a certain time. Or at all.)

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Monday, September 8, 2014

Broken Hearted Blog Tour

Detective Faith Julies sets out to find the killer of her parents after fourteen years. Falling in love with her partner Trey Branson was inevitable but after believing Trey has been unfaithful, Faith is left shattered.

Cash O'Connor, the man who broke her heart from the past comes strolling back into her life. She finds herself loving two men, but trusting neither.

Will she ever put the pieces of her heart back together? 

Three hearts at stake. Faith can only choose one. Who will be left broken hearted?
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Trey touched her shoulder as he turned her over. “I thought I knew love until you came along Faith. You have the body of a goddess and you consume me with passion. I need all of you, Faith. All of you.” His fingers slid down her neck, as he held her to him softly. While his mouth hungrily found hers, his hands began to explore her already wanton body.

C.H. Carter is a Contemporary Romance author who is composing a series called Chicago Hearts. Her first novel in this series is Broken Hearted. When she’s not creating her love scenes or intriguing us with her murder mysteries, she’s writing short stories for her first children's book.

C.H. Carter is a wife of thirty-three years and a mother of four who lives in a small rural community in Southern Indiana. She enjoys reading, writing, and being with her beautiful grandchildren. When C.H. Carter isn’t writing, she has been providing love and care for her invalid mother for the past twenty years and working full time. She has been inspired to write all of her life, however, had to put it off because motherhood, family, and making a living had to come first. Now she is at a point in her life where she is going to pursue her dreams.


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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Midweek Tease #Peppermint Candi

#Midweek Tease #Peppermint Candi
Happy Wednesday! I have to give a big shout out to Saundra who organize this weekly blog hop for writers to share a tease from their work-in-progress or a published book.
Right now I am working on my manuscript called Peppermint Candi. I can't wait to get this hot read in the hands of editor and publisher. Here is a little taste of what you can expect from this hot read.

Here I am standing here looking good as hell with a pink and purple lace bra and panty set longing for him to caress my body with his long sexy tongue. Damn it! Is all I could yell out. I had to take a warm bubble bath just to calm myself down because my hot box was throbbing something serious. I filled my tub with the scent of Jasmine Rose Petals.

The scent along with the warm bubbles caressed my body as I submerged myself deep into my large round tub. I took a bite from my fruit platter that sat on the edge of my tub, leaned back, closed my eyes, and let the warm water and the Jasmine scent ease my arching muscle especially my hot spot. The warm water felt so relaxing as the anxiety and stress left my body while my mind drifted into a realm of pleasure. The warm water and the soft jazz playing in the background were making me horny as hell. I wanted Calvin to make love to me before he left out to go to work and since he wasn’t here the only thing that was left for me to do was to satisfied myself.

Hope you enjoy. Remember to check out the other fabulous mid-week teasers, too.