To hell with Valentine’s Day — celebrate GALENTINE’S DAY with a feminist, funny rom-com by moi. Mandi @ Smexy Books says, “This author can crack me up like no one else.” See? You can’t lose!
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Samantha Lytton, foiler of international art theft conspiracies and roller-skate enthusiast, is back! What has she been up to in the year since the events of THE DIMPLE OF DOOM forcibly removed her from her crappy day job and introduced her to the be-dimpled burglar of her dreams? No big whoop — just being a movie star.
Samantha’s career has taken off like whoa, and she’s just arrived in London to star in the film What Could Go Wrong?, a heist caper about a group of down-on-their-luck losers who rob the British Museum. Sam, would-be Picasso thief and lover boy, joins her in the UK to rev up her engine in the bad boy way only he can. Life is full of sexy good times, money, and prestige galore! What could go wrong?
Ha ha — everything.
After a kidnapping attempt in London (survive two, get one free!), Sam nobly dumps Samantha for her own good, the jerk. The Ghost of Criminals Past haunts him like week-old seafood. No matter, for Samantha is a successful woman of the world now and she jumps back into actress-mode with her sexy co-star Daniel Zhang. Hot movie star = best rebound ever. She barely even thinks about what’s-his-name — until his evil ex-girlfriend shows up and gives Samantha an ultimatum she just can’t refuse: steal a priceless artifact from the museum or die.
Is Sam in cahoots with the evil one? Can Samantha really rob a museum and film a movie at the same time? Is it legal to punch one’s own irritating mother? And why isn’t a lady allowed to marry both a gorgeous Oscar-winner and an equally alluring thief at the same time? Find out all this and more in THE DIMPLE STRIKES BACK, book two in the Samantha Lytton series!
If you can’t beat them, join them (… and then beat them).
Micah: Tell me I'm wrong.
Me: You're right, but you're going to go about it in the wrong way. Everyone with an XY chromosome will want to gut you.
Micah: But, I'm right.
Me: See, ok, but you're the hero. They're supposed to want to roll around in bed with you too.
Micah: Write me sexy then.
Me: Already done, but douche-nozzle will negate that.
Me: * blank stare *
Micah: * sighs * I love her. Show that and all will be forgiven.
Micah: * glares *
Me: You can glare all you want to. I'm just saying, who does that? A jackass that's who.
Micah: And that just circles us back to I'm right. I can live with being a jackass.
Me: You know what? I'm arguing with my imagination. I'm not going to write that. Be stubborn all you want, but I'm a writer. I know stubborn.
Micah: * stops talking to me for weeks *
Me: Ok. Ok. I have a deadline. Otherwise I'd have shuffled you off to where manuscripts die. Be all alpha. Farrah agrees with me so good luck with that!
Micah: So, you had to bring Farrah into this?
Micah: Throw your best at me and we'll see who gives first.
Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
THE ONE I WANT
By Melissa Blue
When Farrah Kane comes home from New York she doesn't plan to fall into bed with Micah Stamps. He's demanding, stubborn, her boss and...her best friend. Except she makes the mistake of agreeing to be his roommate as well as his co-worker for the next three months. It's not long before their days are filled with work and their nights filled with passion. The question is whether their friendship will survive the heat and his stubborn ways. She wants to take her time getting settled into home and their new relationship. He seems to have other plans in mind...
There's no getting around the fact that Micah's best friend makes his blood run hot. Their platonic relationship could die a slow death as far as he's concerned. The year she spent in New York made him realize two things: He missed his best friend more than he should have and he never wanted to live without her again. Now that she is in his grasp—in his home—for three months, there's no sense in waiting to take the next step. Micah only has to convince his impulsive friend to settle down with him.
Their work and home life brings out all the differences between them and drags them to the forefront. Their hearts get in the way of their their well-laid plans. Now, they have to figure out if it's possible to still be friends now that they've become lovers.
THE ONE I WANT
By Melissa Blue
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done long ago.” Micah let her get used to the feel of his fingers twirling circles along her calf while he let himself get used to touching her.
Not in a friendly way, but in the way a man caressed a woman who made him go hot. Farrah didn't speak, but her breath panted out and the wonderful sound of it blocked out the voices on the TV.
He now knew how soft and warm she felt. It should have been enough. His face should have heated with embarrassment, an apology should have spilled from his lips, but Micah wanted to be the one to take her places.
So he slid his palm up to one of the thighs that had been tempting him since she'd came home. He stopped, hesitated at the thought of S&M and taking her places. The next move took no courage on his part because, at this point, the safe thing to say was he'd lost it. Completely and without remorse.
Micah applied pressure to the back of her knee. The dirty and underhanded action buckled her knee and sent her falling into his lap. She landed with a surprised yelp, and a smile tugged at his lips. Farrah was where he wanted her to be, eye to eye and lip to lip. Since he was well on his way to ruining a long-standing friendship, he decided to go for broke.
“What are you doing?” she asked again.
“I'm going to kiss you.” Actively severing their platonic friendship didn't change the fact he'd always tell her the truth if she asked him.
She narrowed her eyes, sniffed at him. “Are you drunk?”
Confused, he frowned. “No. Why?”
She hadn't jumped up, slapped him, or done a number of things he'd expected. Intent, he took in her face. There wasn't surprise or shock, just curiosity in her knitted brows. Micah wasn't going to break this moment with a question. He'd ask later about her reaction. Instead, he ran his thumb over her chin, lifted up the delicate curve of her jaw. Worries and fears flashed behind her gaze. Before she could voice them, Micah placed his lips against hers.