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Santorini Sunset Now Available on Kindle

Now available on Amazon!

Santorini Sunset is now available on Kindle!  Buy it now. It’s a light, fluffy romance filled with humor, sarcasm and lots of steamy sex. It’s the perfect beach read.

BLURB: Caroline Clayton’s sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline’s former fiancé, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline’s mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline’s dad is happy with that result. Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he’s her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.

 

 

EXCERPT:

A simple, knee-length, black dress with a plunging neckline was my choice for the cocktail reception. Black pumps and a strand of pearls completed the look. I felt comfortable in my dark, gothic dress. Maybe I had latent vampire tendencies—Raul’s neck was very tempting.

I sat at the bar thumbing through the plenary session schedule, drinking a cosmopolitan when Hiroyuki Watanabe strolled up to me. As strong and warrior-like as a Samurai of old, and as hip and stylish as any anime, Hiroyuki and I haphazardly dated when I lived in Japan. Until Albert and I were engaged, we had a same-time-next-year arrangement centered on the annual conference.

He pulled me out of my chair into a giant hug. “Konbanwa,” he muttered into my hair. He was warm and smelled like spicy oolong cha. For a second, I let myself melt into his embrace and inhale.

I pushed him away. “Konbanwa, yourself,” I said, smiling. “It’s good to see you.”

As I sat in my chair I felt his hot gaze on me. I looked up to see him studying my left ring finger.

“You’re not so liberated that you kept your maiden name and refuse to wear a wedding ring, are you?” He sat next to me and ordered whiskey.

“I’d wear a wedding ring, if I had one, but the name stays the same. Caroline Clayton. Can’t beat that.”

“What do you mean, if I had one?”

“I didn’t get married.” I took a swig of my cosmopolitan.

Hiroyuki’s eyes widened and his face lit with a huge smile. He wagged his eyebrows. “Does that mean we can get back to our little arrangement?”

“Hiroyuki. I just told you I didn’t get married and all you can think about is sex?”

“Well, yeah.” He looked at me confused. “Oh. Sorry. Are you okay? Brokenhearted? I can comfort you through that if you need.”

I laughed. Hence our previous haphazard dating routine. Smart, funny, great in bed, but compassion, understanding and empathy were nonexistent in his body chemistry.

He interpreted my laugh as an invitation and moved in for a kiss. I held up my hand. “Whoa there,big boy, I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Come on, Caroline. Broken engagements are great for makeup sex.”

“How do you figure that? We weren’t engaged.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be making up for all the great sex you missed while betrothed.”

“Oh my God. I stepped right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” He leaned forward, attempting another kiss, to which I was going to surrender. After all, I did refuse the first offering and I didn’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings. Seconds before his lips touched

mine, he was yanked away.

I opened my eyes to see Raul holding Hiroyuki by the collar.

“Caroline, are you okay?” he asked.

Hiroyuki slammed his elbow into Raul’s rock hard stomach. Raul didn’t even flinch.

“Of course, I’m okay, Raul! This is my friend. We worked together when I lived in Japan. Let him go.”

“Oh sorry,” he said insincerely. He loosened his grip on Hiroyuki who turned and looked at Raul his eyes glaring with anger.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Hiroyuki demanded.

“Caroline’s date. Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand to Hiroyuki.

Hiroyuki stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I’d already lied to my family, friends and co-workers, might as well add lying to former lovers to the list. Besides, if we couldn’t pull off our fake dating scam at a conference, how would we manage at a

wedding?

“Raul Sobrevilla, I’d like to introduce you to Hiroyuki Watanabe. Hiroyuki, this is Raul.”

In deference to each other’s cultures, they shook hands and bowed to one another.

“Sorry about the misunderstanding, man,” Raul apologized. “You know how it is with Caroline. Every time we go somewhere, she’s accosted by leering men. She’s hard to keep out of trouble.”

Over the course of the three seconds it took to get the situation resolved, Raul and Hiroyuki went from feuding foes to bosom buddies. Male bonding never made sense to me.

“Oh, I know. Did she tell you about the incident

in Thailand?”

Raul’s eyes lit with curiosity.

“No! We’re not going to try this,” I declared.

Hiroyuki held up his drink and said to Raul, “I’ll get with you later.”

 

 

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Santorini Sunset Now on Sale!

Now available on Amazon!

The release date is May 18, 2012, but my fans couldn’t wait that long. Amazon put Santorini Sunset on sale yesterday!  Okay, it has nothing to do with clamoring fans and everything to do with Amazon doing whatever they darn well please, but let me have my little fantasies, okay?

Blurb:  Caroline Clayton’s sister, Gabriella, is getting married . . . to Caroline’s former fiancé, Albert. Instead of drowning her sorrows in a vat of ice cream, Caroline recruits her sultry co-worker, Raul Sobrevilla, to be her wedding date. Showing up with Mr. Hotter Better Sexier has the desired effect. Both Gabriella and Albert are jealous and Caroline’s mother is speechless for the first time in history. Even Caroline’s dad is happy with that result.

Raul Sobrevilla hired on at Synergy so he could work with the best, Caroline. When she asks him to attend the wedding in Santorini, Greece, he sees it as an opportunity to prove to her that he’s her perfect partner both at the office and in the bedroom.

Excerpt: Around two o’clock, I ducked out to meet my friend Jessica for coffee. I needed more caffeine and a friendly ear. She greeted me with a hug. Her presence and the heady aroma of exotic brews calmed my nerves. Jessica had a thing for the prison-tattooed, heavily pierced barista and always tried to get his attention by ordering complicated coffee.

“I need details! Your e-mail was lacking,” she demanded.

“Let’s order coffee first,” I suggested and smiled at multi-pierced Barista Dude. “I’ll have a—”

Jessica interrupted me and nudged me aside.

“She’ll have an Austrian-goat-milk, double-half-caf, half-decaf cappuccino—extra hot—with a dash of Madagascar cinnamon with a half tablespoon of sugar-free hazelnut and two shots of vanilla. Please.” She managed to say all that in one breath. “And, I’ll have a thirteen-shot venti, soy, hazelnut, vanilla, cinnamon, white mocha with extra white mocha, a splash of caramel and a dash of nutmeg, please.” She smiled brightly at Barista Dude.

No reaction.

“Good heavens, Jessica. Are you actually going to drink that? You’re not going to sleep until next Wednesday.”

“I’ll give up sleep for love.” She looked longingly at Barista Dude’s back.

“Sorry, sweetie. You gave him a double whammy.” I rubbed her arm. “I can’t believe the thirteen-shots didn’t pique his interest.”

“Yeah, me too. I give up.” When he handed us our cups, she didn’t even waste the effort of a smile.

We found seats in over-stuffed, mismatched, wing-backed chairs. The fire in the hearth nipped the autumn chill from the air. Tentatively, I took a sip of my exotic coffee. “Dang. This is pretty good.” I smiled.

“Is it really?” She chuckled.

“Gee thanks. I’m all for helping you find love, but messing with my coffee is going a bit far.”

“Who cares about coffee?” Jessica scooted forward in her seat. “So, Raul moved in last night! I can’t believe your luck. You should’ve asked him a month ago. Living with the hunk has to be amazing. What did you do?”

When I told her she looked at me like I was an idiot. Either that, or the fifth shot of espresso kicked in and she could no longer blink.

“He did the dishes while you took a bath?” Her voice was getting louder with every sip of coffee.

“Why didn’t you think of an emergency that required you to walk, dripping from the bath, into the kitchen? Drink of water or something?”

I reached over and eased the cup from her quivering hands. “Honey. No more coffee for you.”

“I’m fine!” she screamed. “Answer my question. How could you have stayed away from the man?”

Everyone in the coffee shop stared at us. Barista Dude laughed. I glared at him and he winked. At least Jessica had his attention. I was about to tell her, when she jumped out of her seat and rushed to the counter, bought a brownie and returned.

“So, why no kitchen emergency?” she asked as she crammed chocolate and pecans into her mouth.

“Jessica, the man has agreed to save me from my mother. Why would I traumatize him more by showing up naked in the kitchen?”

“He wouldn’t have agreed to help you if he didn’t like you to begin with. What was it he said about going to work for Synergy because of you?” She picked up her coffee and started sipping it again.

“He didn’t mean that. He was hamming it up for Mother’s benefit. Are you sure you want more of that?” I nodded toward the cup.

“It’s really, really good.” She was tapping her foot, her knee bobbing up and down at a frantic pace. “He wasn’t hamming it up. Caroline, he likes you. Now’s your chance to make your move.”

“Sweetie. I appreciate your confidence in my feminine wiles, but I’ve worked with the guy for over two years. He’s never even initiated a conversation with me, much less lusted after me. I’ve already shown him my truly distressing weakness. I’m not about to compound my indignity with an attempt to seduce the hottest man alive. The disgrace would be intolerable.”

“Caroline, you’re a true beauty. Don’t listen to Dragon Mother.”

I hugged her again. As we were leaving, Barista Dude nodded at me and smiled.

Jessica jogged back to her office.

I trudged back to mine–dread squeezing the willingness to live out of my body with every step.

Redneck Ex Release!!!

Woohoo! Redneck Ex is scheduled for release on January 20, 2012. You can pre-order the book on Amazon now. I can’t tell you how cool it is to find your book for sale on Amazon. WOOHOO!!!!!

This is the scene after Summer Leigh Johnson is notified her ex-husband Dwight Sullivan has her listed as next of kin. He’s been injured in Iraq and is in hospital in Germany. Summer Leigh is talking with her friends:

“You’re going to Germany?”
“Yeah.” I stepped into the bathroom and grabbed some Tylenol before taking my original seat. The pills stuck in my throat and I washed them down with lukewarm coffee.
“Why the hell would you go see your ex-husband?” Her red face clearly indicated her anger.
“His parents were always good to me,” I tried to explain. “Generous and kind. Always made me feel like a part of the family.”
“Screw that!” Janice interjected herself into the conversation in her usual gentle manner. “Any debt to them was paid when their ass-of-a-son left you.”
“We didn’t even know you’d been married.” Bernice sounded tentative and worried. “How much can this man mean to you if your best friends don’t even know about him?” She took my hands, rubbed them softly and asked, “Why would you go to him? Especially after all these years?”
“For God’s sake. I’d never go see my ex!” Janice exclaimed.
“We all know you wouldn’t piss on your ex if he were on fire…” Stephanie said.
“I would if I peed gasoline!”
We laughed.
“Not everyone abhors their ex,” I said.
“You might not detest your ex, but God knows you don’t like the guy,” Janice said. “Never. Once. In the eight years I’ve known you have you even mentioned him. Never! How can you go to him now?”
“Because if I refuse to go and something happened to him, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”
Stephanie and Candy nodded in understanding, but I could tell, Janice and Bernice needed more convincing.
“Look at it this way, how can I be a martyr if I don’t go?” I joked.

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