So happy to finally get to reveal this cover!
I can not wait to get to read this one in a couple weeks.
Angelle Prejean is in a pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancé—a fiancé who doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning Cane at a charity bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancé problem.
Cane Robicheaux is no one’s prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet, sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little game can finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once their seven days are up, so is their ruse.
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Excerpt:
Angelle stopped
beside a folding table boasting boxes of fresh, crispy cracklins and selected a
thick piece. Cane watched, mesmerized, as she puckered those gorgeous lips and
blew on the sliver. With a flirtatious glint in her eyes, she held it up to his
mouth, and he opened.
Holy crap.
He’d had
cracklins before. Fried pork fat was a standard gas station treat, usually
shrink-wrapped and stale as shit. But this, fresh from the pot and piping hot,
was unbelievable. Cane widened his eyes, and it was possible he even moaned. It
was thatgood. And as he swallowed, Angel rewarded him with a rich,
throaty laugh.
“Ca c’est bon?”
she asked, grinning when he grabbed another handful.
He touched her
nose and popped a piece in his mouth. “Good would be an understatement.”
Grinning, she
took a fried morsel for herself and sent the balding, overweight gentleman
tending the table a wink. “Now that’s what we like to hear.” Then she closed
her eyes as she savored the treat.
The sounds of
Angel moaning, and watching her face soften in the throes of a foodgasm, had to
be the sexiest damn thing Cane had ever seen. His pants tightened,
embarrassingly so considering he knew the audience was still watching, but what
pushed him over the edge was when her eyes opened. The pleasure in them was his
undoing.
Feeling the
weight of the crowd’s disapproving stares and not giving a damn, figuring now
was as good a time as any to give the people the show they clearly wanted, he
grasped her hip and tugged her forward, pausing only to inhale her gasp of
surprise before brushing her mouth with his.
It was like
setting off a damn forest fire.
Angelle, his
shocking little hellcat, pounced. Forgetting all about their audience, or maybe
not giving a damn either, she wound her arms around his neck, lifted onto her
toes, and kissed him back with everything she had. Cane had intended to steal a
quick taste, take the edge off his craving for her, and prove their point with
the town’s people. But hell if he was gonna be the one to back down now.
Tightening his grasp on her slim hips, he brushed his thumbs across the smooth,
exposed skin near her waistband. He deepened the kiss, thrilling over her
telltale shiver. Whimpering, she yanked on the hair at his nape and sucked his
bottom lip into her mouth. Hot damn.
Okay, now he
had to start backing down. With all her male relatives watching, not to mention
the knives and axes still lying around from the butchering earlier, if Cane
valued his life, he needed to wrangle control of the situation. He’d heard
patience was a virtue. That was a line of bull—he’d always sucked at waiting
for anything he wanted. But for Angel, he was willing to try.
Loosening his
grip on her belt loops, Cane slowed the intensity of the kiss. He smoothed the
hem of her shirt down, grazed her lips one last time, and, placing his forehead
against hers, inhaled through his nose. Sunflowers mixed with cayenne may be
his new favorite scent. Angelle released a heavy breath, a flush blooming on
her cheeks. She darted a glance at the crowd, then looking into his eyes,
grinned lazily. “My goodness. If anyone doubted we were a couple before, I
guess that showed them.”
About the Author:
I grew up in New Orleans, where I watched soap operas with my grandmother and stayed up late sneak reading my mama’s favorite romance novels. Now a Cajun cowgirl living in Houston, I still stay up way too late reading my favorite romances, only now, I can do so openly. I firmly believe life’s problems can be solved with a hot, powdered-sugar-coated beignet or a thick slice of king cake, and that screaming at strangers for cheap, plastic beads is acceptable behavior in certain situations.
When not typing furiously or flipping pages in an enthralling romance, I homeschool my two beautiful girls and watch reality television with my amazing husband.
I write YA, NA, and Adult Fun & Flirty Escapes. Taste The Heat is my adult romance debut, and I'm also the author of MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEENTH CENTURY and A TALE OF TWO CENTURIES, as well as a ton of other books to come. I love hearing from readers and dishing books!
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