I'll just beg for forgiveness instead. And share an excerpt from my to-be-released-sometime-2015 romantic suspense, EXPOSED (Aspen Lake, Book 2).
Kate Logan needs a safe haven. A place to start over after her modeling career disintegrates in scandal. But her hometown of Aspen Lake isn’t the sanctuary she hoped. Her vow of a low-key life is disrupted by a break-in and other strange happenings at her boutique. As the chair of Aspen Lake’s Gothic Revival Festival, she’s also drawn the ire of a religious fanatic. Kate is up to her stilettos in drama and intrigue including one sexy carpenter who’s determined to get in her way.
New to town, Seth Stone is seeking inspiration and solitude to concentrate on his art. Short on funds, he agrees to take on a second job restoring the damage to Kate’s Closet. Trouble erupts along with the desire to get to know Kate better. When he’s used as a pawn in a smear campaign against his gorgeous boss Seth fights back. But now the whole town is watching. Including the man determined to further his own agenda. Time is running out with nowhere to hide.
*Kate has had a break-in at ther boutique and Seth has been sent over by her father to assess the damage and fix it.
Against her will her lips twitched and she nodded. "Why don't we see how the door goes first?"
"Fair enough. I'll do my best to amaze." He grinned. A heart stopping, slow spreading, deadly kind of grin. A slight lift of the corners until it gradually widened to reach all the way to his eyes. Eyes that hid a hint of jungle cat in them. The kind of smile that took forever to get where it was going but when it got there you felt like someone had forgotten to yell 'Clear!' before they used the paddles.
When she committed to getting sober booze wasn't the only thing she’d given up. If you didn’t count the one night of insanity and crushing loneliness she'd succumbed to, which meant she hadn't had sex in over a year. She battened down her hatches as a lovely rush of hormones washed through her. He wasn't her type. She didn’t go for younger men and she put him somewhere in his early twenties. She was twenty-nine going on eighty. No, he was not for her. But that didn’t stop her from squirming in her high heels.
"I'll leave you to it." She slipped her ice queen persona back into place, stiffened her spine and her resolve as she tried not to ooze pheromones. Or desperation. Then she decided to ignore all of it and him and hoped any potential fantasies died from lack of cultivation. She had enough problems.
Hope your Monday and your week are full and productive and you memory doesn't fail you. What's the most important thing you need to remember this week? What's the most recent thing or event or date you forgot?