Home » Articles posted by Sandra Sookoo

Author Archives: Sandra Sookoo

To Bed or To Wed. A new Regency romance by Sandra Sookoo (giveaway)

I’m excited to announce my latest Regency book release, To Bed or To Wed, is out now! It’s the sequel to Marriage Minded Lord, and Charlotte’s story.

When an impromptu kiss captures the imagination, either a spark will ignite or family interference will snuff the match.

Charlotte Darrington adores being adored by the men in her circle. She’s in London at the request of her mother, and though her parent wants her to find an eligible gentleman and start a family, Charlotte delays. In her heart of hearts, she wants a man who can hold his own and won’t be cowed.

Nathan Brigham, Marquess of Ravenhurst, is annoyed with the interfering redhead leading his nephew into the evergreen maze. When he would have delivered a dressing down, she stops his words with a kiss. No matter that he finds her attractive and a welcome distraction from his darkly brooding life, he refuses to succumb to Charlotte’s charms. Above everything, he won’t become the savage man his father was.

Once they return to London from a house party at his country estate, the two can’t avoid each other. Stolen kisses and heated glances in shadowy halls as well as a questionable visit to White’s draw them closer. He can’t forget the demons from his past while her persistence to hear a declaration begs the question: to bed or to wed?

Short excerpt:

ToBedOrToWed_FinalV1_300px-sml“Perhaps you’re after something much baser and more physically satisfying than being linked in name.”

Charlotte gasped at the implication. “How dare you!” She raised a hand to slap him for the insult, but he easily caught her wrist in his free hand. “I have no designs on you at all.”

If her heart beat any faster it would burst from her body. She stared up at him, well and truly trapped between him and the door. His apples and cedar scent flooded her nose, but it was the angry set to his sensuous mouth that held her immobile. What would a kiss—a real kiss—from such a man feel like? She shook her head. That was a wildly inappropriate thought, especially at the present time. “My only wish is for friendship, or perhaps companionship if you can bring yourself to bend so far to acknowledge such a thing.”

It might have been her imagination, but one corner of his mouth tipped in the beginnings of a smile. It didn’t bloom into full being. “I don’t need your false sympathy or your pity for why I am the man I am.”

“I’m not giving you pity.” She attempted to pull her hand free of his. He kept her in a tight grip. “And there are other ways of keeping yourself from humanity than acting the injured bear, you know. It’s quite uncomfortable for those around you who love you. Why not seclude yourself from the world instead of subjecting us all to your bad humor?”

It was the wrong thing to say, for his eyes darkened. He pressed his hard form roughly into hers. Every muscle in her body tensed and strained toward him, yet her stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement. What would he do? Would he truly behave as the beast he was rumored to be?

“You have no idea how far past grumpy I can go.” He held her gaze, his roiling with unknown emotion. “Love does nothing for a man except make him vulnerable and weak. A man in love is merely prey for those who are stronger. Long ago I made a vow to myself to never be weak again.” Without warning, Nathan crushed his lips to hers.

You can purchase this book at:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/To-Bed-Wed-Darrington-family-ebook/dp/B00J24F9LU/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_tnr_2

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-bed-or-to-wed-sandra-sookoo/1118892579?ean=2940045741743

ibookstore: http://ibookstore.com/products.php?i=B00J24F9LU

All Romance ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tobedortowed-1452830-160.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/415829

Giveaway for this post: book swag and a $5.00 (five) dollar gift card to Amazon. Please remember to leave your contact info. Winner will be announced at the end of the release party.

Meet the man who is The Engagement Present (m/f/m menage) plus giveaway

We’re going back to Redemption Cove, the custom-made town where it’s okay to be in threesomes. The Engagement Present is Lynda’s story (Jon’s brother)

Here’s the blurb:

What’s better than a flawless diamond? A perfectly-cut threesome, of course.

Lynda Franklin is less than satisfied with the status quo—namely things in the bedroom with her boyfriend. While she wants to be daring and to experience much more than the missionary position, he’s a traditional guy. Her secret fantasy of being part of a threesome will remain unfulfilled.

Kevin Hahn’s Korean family isn’t pleased about his choice of girlfriend. They wanted him to date a woman of his same background, and because of his conservative roots, he’s unable to please Lynda in the ways she’d like. He wants to pop the question but their stalled sexual situation has thrown that into jeopardy.

Then he brings another man to their Redemption Cove cottage for the express purpose of giving her everything he can’t. Enter Axel Thompson, the new mechanic in town. He might look like Thor and ride a motorcycle, but he’s a loner by nature. The chance at no strings attached sex and low-stress companionship tempts as does the opportunity to give Kevin some pointers. The whole situation is the perfect engagement present, and the benefits just might satisfy everyone involved if they can work through their own emotional barriers.

And an excerpt:

“Oh?” A thrill zipped down her spine. “Such as?” Where did this guy come from? When she’d left him that afternoon, he was as dead set against kink as he’d ever been.

“You’ll see. There’s an engagement present waiting for you at the cottage. It’ll explain everything then.” He grabbed her hand, and with an enigmatic smile, said, “Do you want to go back?”

“Do I?” What had he gotten for her—a vibrator, a sex pillow, maybe a book of sexual positions? She couldn’t think her Kevin would have gone too far out on a limb. Had he blushed when he’d bought the gift? The thought made her snicker.

Kevin brushed at the sand clinging to his knees. “I think you might.” He tugged her off the rock and pulled her in the direction of the cottage.

Lynda smiled as they walked over the sand. The grains wedged between her feet and sandals, but she didn’t want to waste time with stopping. Her stomach clenched, almost as if she were on a roller coaster getting ready to sail down a large hill. Was the tide finally turning with Kevin when it came to adventurous sex? And if so, what in the world had happened this afternoon to make him change his mind? She glanced toward their cottage and sucked in a breath. The dark shape of a person loomed in one of the chairs. A match flared. The shadow man lit one of the citronella jar candles on the table. A subdued golden glow bathed the teak furniture but didn’t illuminate the man’s features well. “Kevin.” She yanked on his arm. “There’s someone on the deck.”

He followed her gaze. “It’s okay. Come on. I’ll introduce you.”

What the heck? She held tight to Kevin’s hand. “What’s going on?” By the time they reached the cottage, her heart thumped heavy against her ribcage and her stomach was tight. “Did you invite someone over?” She followed him up the few steps then stood awkwardly in front of the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

The guy rose to his full height of probably around six feet. Wavy blond hair fell to his shoulders, gently stirring in the breeze. A broad chest and muscled arms stretched the limits of his thin, black t-shirt. The outline of his abs was clearly visible beneath the fabric.

“Oh my God.” He looks like Thor. Unable to stop her perusal, Lynda let her gaze drift down his chest, past his abs to land on his crotch. Faded jeans hugged his legs. His powerful thighs teased her imagination as did the slight bulge behind his fly. The heavy boots pulled his whole look together and hinted at danger or even excitement. Does he have a bike? A tremor moved through her belly. A deep, rumble of laughter recalled her to the moment and she snapped her attention back to the man’s face, which was as interesting as his body. Dark blue eyes regarded her with undisguised amusement. Blond stubble peppered a strong chin—with a dimple—and jaws. Another tremor gripped her and this one went straight through her pussy. What would that stubble feel like against her palms, her sensitive inner thighs? She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Hey. I’m Axel Thompson. Has Kevin told you about me?”

“No. I’m sure I would have remembered that conversation.” She could barely drag her gaze away from Wonder Boy in order to glance at Kevin. “What’s going on?”

Kevin’s eyes narrowed as he looked between her and Axel, but then his expression softened slightly and he smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s your engagement present.”

theengagementpresent_small“What?” She’d heard the words but couldn’t comprehend their meaning. People weren’t gifts. And certainly Kevin wouldn’t have brought this guy here for any reason.

“Kevin and I met earlier this afternoon and we got to talking.”

“About?” Lynda was frozen between the gorgeous guy and her brand-new fiancé. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

“A potential ménage.” Axel came forward, engulfed her hand in his much larger one and shook it. “You’ve got a great man in Kevin. He wants to make you happy so he figured this was as good a plan as any.” He turned her hand over and rubbed a thumb over her ring. “I see he proposed.”

“Yes.” She snatched her hand back as her mind reeled. Her skin was on fire from that simple touch. “Kevin came up with this idea. My Kevin?”

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Kevin stepped into her line of vision. His brown eyes were soft and full of love. “But it’s true. Axel offered and I thought about it. If it’s a matter of keeping you or losing you, I’d rather keep you and make you happy with this. I told you I’m willing to try.”

Warmth flowed through her veins. Poor Kevin. He wasn’t lying. Her love for him grew by leaps and bounds. “I understand that, and appreciate the thought, but he’s a stranger, and you’re certainly not in the mindset for something like this.” She slid another glance at Axel. A shiver raced down her spine. Okay, he’s as sexy as sin and it’s taking all my willpower not to rip his clothes off with my teeth, but still.

“All true, yet I’m willing to do it anyway. I want to show you I’m serious about making this work. Doesn’t that count for something?” He put a hand at the small of her back and gave her a little push toward Axel. “Why don’t the two of you start talking while I grab some drinks? Get to know him and make sure you’re comfortable with him.” He raked a hand through his hair. “If he doesn’t do it for you, we’ll find someone else.” He stumbled at the end of the speech.

She stared at Kevin as if he’d lost his mind. Did he really just say those words? Her Kevin? She glanced at Axel. Oh, he did it for her, all right. Just looking at the blond god had her creaming her panties. “Maybe you should call your mom too. We both know she won’t want to talk to me.” Lynda hated the bitterness in her voice. Kevin’s mom had made no secret she didn’t think Lynda was “the one.” At least that would give her more time in Wonder Boy’s company.

“Yeah, good idea. I’ll get it out of the way so it won’t ruin the rest of the vacation.” He went into the house and closed the screen door behind him. He was already on his phone.

“Why don’t we sit down? You’re a little stunned.” Axel returned to his chair while Lynda sank into the one closest to her, across the table from him.

“Stunned doesn’t really cover it.”

You can buy The Engagement Present at the following e-tailers: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ibookstore, All Romance ebooks or the publisher, Purple Sword Publications.

Giveaway for this post: $5.00 Starbucks gift card and book swag. Winner will be announced tomorrow. Remember to leave your contact info. And answer this question: Would you go somewhere to work on a relationship, or would you start one up with a stranger you met while away?

Return to Redemption Cove with The Engagement Present (m/f/m menage) plus giveaway

I’m so excited that my newest m/f/m menage, The Engagement Present, is available now. This is the third book in the Redemption Cove series. Plus, Jon, Ben and Emily from Two Mr. Rights make appearances throughout the story :-)

Here’s the blurb:

What’s better than a flawless diamond? A perfectly-cut threesome, of course.

Lynda Franklin is less than satisfied with the status quo—namely things in the bedroom with her boyfriend. While she wants to be daring and to experience much more than the missionary position, he’s a traditional guy. Her secret fantasy of being part of a threesome will remain unfulfilled.

Kevin Hahn’s Korean family isn’t pleased about his choice of girlfriend. They wanted him to date a woman of his same background, and because of his conservative roots, he’s unable to please Lynda in the ways she’d like. He wants to pop the question but their stalled sexual situation has thrown that into jeopardy.

Then he brings another man to their Redemption Cove cottage for the express purpose of giving her everything he can’t. Enter Axel Thompson, the new mechanic in town. He might look like Thor and ride a motorcycle, but he’s a loner by nature. The chance at no strings attached sex and low-stress companionship tempts as does the opportunity to give Kevin some pointers. The whole situation is the perfect engagement present, and the benefits just might satisfy everyone involved if they can work through their own emotional barriers.

And an excerpt:

She swallowed a sigh and stared out the window again. “You do know what sort of a place Redemption Cove is, right?” She might as well get all the information out into the open before they arrived. It wouldn’t be cool for him to have a meltdown in front of Emily or one of her husbands, especially Jonathan, who was also Lynda’s brother.

“I think I remember you saying it’s a resort kind of deal. Something about vacation cottages and condos.”

“Well, the cottages are vacation rentals right on Lake Michigan, but the condos on the other side of town are for actual residents. Most of the time, once folks stay in the cottages, they end up buying into the condos because they fell in love with the town and what it stands for.” Lynda focused on the road ahead, watching traffic as she mulled over her words. “Redemption Cove is a place that people who are practicing ménage a trois relationships can go without being bullied by society, family, or any other small-minded folk.”

“Seriously, there’s that big a need? I wasn’t aware there was a bully problem with those sorts of people.”

“You know how it goes. People are scared of what they don’t understand. Imagine trying to raise a child in a three parent home in regular suburbia.” That was just one of the potential problems. Her stomach knotted. She remembered well how Jonathan and Ben had been treated in their community, church, and even within their families.

“Yeah, I guess I could see that. Prejudice happens all over and to everyone.” He glanced at her, questions in his eyes. “Doesn’t your brother live there?”

theengagementpresent_small“Yes.” She waited. Would he put two and two together?

“Oooh.” His swallow was audible. “He’s part of a threesome, isn’t he?”

“Yes. He and his best friend Ben are in a relationship with Emily, my friend who’s pregnant. Both Jon and Ben married her, and from everything I’ve heard they’re all very happy.” Lynda couldn’t help her grin, though her chin wobbled. She’d always thought she’d be perfect for a ménage relationship, had kept her eyes and ears open for a couple of guys who’d be into that sort of thing, too, especially after Jon had so much success with it.

When it never happened, she’d given up on that particular dream, and then she’d met Kevin, hoping he’d be enough to fill the void inside. He had, to a certain extent, and she no longer felt she’d be alone, but she still dreamed of kinky sex and of having two guys totally and completely focused on seeing to her every sexual need. Just thinking about being pleasured by two men at the same time had awareness sweeping over her body. Moisture dampened her panties. She shifted in her seat. When her swollen clit brushed against her cotton underwear, she shivered from the sensation. Just for once she’d love to experience that overwhelming joy of being the middle of a man sandwich—safe and secure. While she wanted to experiment with being tied, or to have anal or even oral sex, Kevin wouldn’t hear of any sort of what he called “perversion.” With him, it was missionary or no way, and her needs remained unfulfilled.

Lynda couldn’t stop her sigh this time. “It’s a great thing to be content, you know? Every time I talk to Emily on the phone, she sounds so happy, so…loved.”

“I do know. I am content.” Again, he patted her hand, but she stiffened at his touch. “What’s wrong? You’ve been on edge since the trip began.”

Warmth spread through her chest. That he’d picked up on her unease was growth from when they’d first started dating. At that time, he’d been emotionally cold. In the six months they’d been together, she’d cajoled responses from him, showed him it was okay to be an emotional person and that being strong didn’t mean acting like a cold robot. Maybe he’d be receptive to her ideas and giving them a try on this vacation would be as good a time as any. “Kevin?”

“Yeah?”

She turned toward him, tucking her left leg beneath her. The hem of her flirty yellow sundress rose up her thigh, recalling her to the current subject. He’d never wanted to fool around in the car, either. “Would you ever consider being in a ménage relationship? I mean, it would be the perfect time to try something like that out since we’ll be in Redemption Cove anyway. Maybe Jon or Ben could find a third for us. I’m sure they know people.” The words came out jumbled in her haste.

“Lynda, I—”

“I know you’ve got your hang-ups with sex, and that’s probably the fault of your parents and family. There’s nothing wrong with that, but would you consider doing it on a trial basis, like as an experiment because—”

“You’re not satisfied,” he interrupted. Annoyance hung on his voice. “I’m sorry I don’t do it for you.”

“You do. It’s just that—”

“I’m not enough.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles whitening. He continued to drive, but with his clenched jaw and squinted eyes, anger radiated from him.

You can buy The Engagement Present at the following e-tailers: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ibookstore, All Romance ebooks or the publisher, Purple Sword Publications.

Giveaway for this post: $5.00 Starbucks gift card and book swag. Winner will be announced tomorrow. Remember to leave your contact info. And answer this question: if you had a chance to experiment with a menage, would you do it, or is it something that should be confined to fantasy?

New Regency series. Marriage Minded Lord by Sandra Sookoo (giveaway)

Last week, I had the great fun of launching a brand-new Regency series. It’s different from my Scandal in Surrey series in that it’s not erotic. It’s sensual in heat level and humorous, following the four Darrington siblings on their respective trips to wedded bliss.

Here’s the blurb:

When an outrageous meeting leads to inappropriate desire, will family honor and duty destroy a chance for true love?

Felix Alan Darrington, Earl of Swandon has been summoned to London by his mother. Though he has obligations to Parliament, his meddling parent has reminded him it’s time to do his duty, marry and provide her with grandchildren. But Felix refuses to wed under dictate. He’ll choose the woman and the time, and if he’s lucky he’ll marry for love.

Clarice Delacroix is a lady’s companion. Though she’s an illegitimate daughter of a duke, her mother was a French opera singer which puts Clarice firmly between worlds. Possessed of a quick temper and a penchant for making pastries, she longs for adventure, romance and acceptance, but she refuses to be anyone’s mistress. Her mother’s life is not for her.

As Felix schemes to spend more time with Clarice and find out why the Frenchwoman intrigues him, the titled lady who wishes to be his countess conspires to keep them apart. Felix quickly finds that balancing relationships between family and love is not as easy as first thought, or as black and white. Someone in his circle isn’t telling the truth, and the repercussions could prove deadly to Clarice’s future.

Excerpt: The background conversation faded as did everything else Olivia said while Felix stared at the newcomer. Her rust-colored gown set off slightly olive-hued skin. A few curly tendrils of black hair had escaped the knot at the back of her head and clung to her neck, but her big brown eyes framed with sooty lashes captivated him.

“Which one of you requested to see Cook?” Her French-accented English was as flawless as if she’d spoken the language all her life. Plush lips formed the words. With great effort, he wrenched his gaze from her mouth to focus on her. She held a crystal trifle dish in both hands. Every layer of the dessert was clearly visible, all purple jam, pale pastry cream and pound cake.

His mouth watered. His pulse pounded. Sweat trickled down his back and dampened his shirt. What an enchanting creature. “I did.” Felix rose. He resisted the urge to straighten his clothing in her presence. “I’m Felix Darrington, well, I used to be until I assumed Earl of Swandon title.”

MarriageMindedLord_FinalV2_mediumShe curtsied. “Very good, Lord Swandon.”

Olivia rapped her knuckles on the tabletop. “Clarice, I must tell you—once again—that talking about your betters to the kitchen staff will not be tolerated.”

The Frenchwoman nodded. She cast her gaze downward. “I understand, my lady. I do apologize for making my comments so loud that you overheard.”

Felix stifled a snicker at the last second. The chit was clever. He liked her even more.

Color blazed in Olivia’s cheeks. Her eyes glittered. “Be that as it may, I intend to hold back two days of pay from your salary this month for your insolent attitude. Perhaps that will teach you more than my words do.”

“Yes, my lady.” Though Miss Delacroix kept her gaze to the floor, Felix swore he felt the heat of anger come off her even though the length of the table separated them.

Olivia nodded. “Very good. Now, let’s have a look at the trifle. And pray, tell me why Cook refused to join us.”

Miss Delacroix moved around the table until she stood at its head, pausing between him and Olivia, her gaze fixed on Felix. Mischief and slight annoyance warred for dominance in that bright gaze. “Cook is too shy so she requested I come in her stead.” A faint smile curved her lush rosy lips. “However, she’s pleased you enjoyed her meal, and I think you’ll enjoy the dessert as well.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” How would those lips feel against his? Would her voice sound as sultry whispering endearments in the dark? He banished his wayward thoughts.

“For the love of God, put down the trifle, Clarice.” Irritation clung to Olivia’s voice. “We’re all anxious to finish, and I’m certain you have other tasks to perform that don’t include bothering my guests.”

“I do, thank you, Lady Drummond.” With a barely discernible wink, Miss Delacroix turned a slow, deliberate half-circle as fluid and seamless as her voice, then she upended the trifle dish directly into Olivia’s lap.

You can buy Marriage Minded Lord at any digital retail outlet.

Giveaway for this post: one paperback copy of the book. Please leave your contact information. Winner will be chosen and posted tomorrow. Also, answer this question: What Regency or romance trope do you enjoy the most?

Is Nora a spineless wonder? Plus, best wedding theme ever and giveaway

I’m continuing my birthday celebration with another except from my latest romantic comedy OPERATION WEDDING CRASH.

Here’s the blurb:

Until death—or a secret—make them part.

Nora “Can’t Say No” Lenhart’s life is way past complicated. To add stress to everything, she’s just been appointed maid of honor for the upcoming wedding of the World’s Worst Boss and her ex is the best man. Looks like she’ll need to buy stock in an antacid company and try her best to ditch the green-eyed monster of wedding envy.

Camden Webber is an FBI agent with a massive chip on his shoulder—namely not being able to forget the woman whose usual inability to say no didn’t keep her from shooting down his proposal five years before. Though he has jaded views on weddings and marriage, Cam agrees to stand at his best friend’s side.

When Nora and Camden are thrown together at an engagement dinner, despite their tumultuous romantic history, they devise a plan to break up the ill-suited bride and groom. As the big day nears, emotions hit a breaking point, proving that wedding planning is more suited to a reality show and while happy endings are optional, they exist amidst the rubble, if the couple looks hard enough.

Here’s another excerpt:

“Please, Nora? You don’t know how stressful this all is for me, but I really don’t have time in my schedule to plan a whole wedding, and without you to talk me down from a ledge I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Crap. Kennedy had used her little girl voice. Once that breathy, cajoling, helpless inflection came out, Nora was toast. Hello doormat, you’ve got nothing on me. “Fine. I’ll do it, but if you find someone else better qualified, I’m bowing out.” Probably.

“Great!” Kennedy was all business again. “Also, I want you to vet some wedding venues around town. I simply won’t have the time.”

“Me? What about your parents?”

“Oh please. They’re in Aruba right now and won’t return stateside until the spring. It’ll be too late by then. This is your baby.”

OperationWeddingCrash_Final-sml“Um, what about my day job?” Sure, I don’t need sleep, right?

“You’ll work it out. You always do. Shove some of your work on the interns and I’ll let you use a couple days a week for wedding stuff.”

“I don’t really think you can do that.” No way would she lose her job because Kennedy wanted to fiddle with billing hours.

“Whatever. We’ll work it out.” The sound of papers shuffling filled the line. “Listen, I need to go, but one last thing. Camden—the bastard—will be Owen’s best man, so sometime in the future, you two will need to get together and work out dates and details for various things. I refuse to talk to him. I’m counting on you.”

Then the line went dead and a dial tone crackled from the phone.

Nora disconnected. As she slid the device into her purse, she frowned. Why did Kennedy have such a marked hatred of Cam?

Whatever. It’s not as if she cared anymore. Kennedy’s wedding wasn’t exactly the thing of joy Nora wanted to deal with at the moment. Her stomach rumbled an ominous warning. Plus, the prospect of having to see Camden in a few months had her hugging the toilet bowl again. As she threw up for the second time in ten minutes, Nora squeezed her eyes shut. How did a woman ditch her biggest stress trigger when that person was her boss and now a bride-to-be?

In between bouts of gagging, she giggled. Planning the wedding of her—Nora’s—dreams. That’s the only way she would be able to get through the next several months.

You can buy Operation Wedding Crash at Amazon.

Question of the day: What’s the best themed wedding you’ve ever been to? Or, what would be a dream theme if you could do it all over again?

20130821_155431

Giveaway for this post: a special swag pak for Operation Wedding Crash, as well as a subscription to my monthly newsletter. Be sure to leave your contact info. Winners will be selected by Saturday, the 24th, posted on each post and the winners emailed.

Operation Wedding Crash and a birthday celebration (plus giveaway)

Happy Thursday, all. What’s so special about today? Well, it’s my birthday, and I’ve chosen to celebrate it here on The Romance Studio by talking about my latest romantic comedy OPERATION WEDDING CRASH.

Have you ever known a couple that was so unsuited for marriage to each other that you thought about breaking them up? Well, now think about doing that with your ex in tow.

Here’s the blurb:

Until death—or a secret—make them part.

Nora “Can’t Say No” Lenhart’s life is way past complicated. To add stress to everything, she’s just been appointed maid of honor for the upcoming wedding of the World’s Worst Boss and her ex is the best man. Looks like she’ll need to buy stock in an antacid company and try her best to ditch the green-eyed monster of wedding envy.

Camden Webber is an FBI agent with a massive chip on his shoulder—namely not being able to forget the woman whose usual inability to say no didn’t keep her from shooting down his proposal five years before. Though he has jaded views on weddings and marriage, Cam agrees to stand at his best friend’s side.

When Nora and Camden are thrown together at an engagement dinner, despite their tumultuous romantic history, they devise a plan to break up the ill-suited bride and groom. As the big day nears, emotions hit a breaking point, proving that wedding planning is more suited to a reality show and while happy endings are optional, they exist amidst the rubble, if the couple looks hard enough.

And an excerpt: “Are you trying to make me look bad in front of my guests?” Kennedy didn’t give Nora time for an answer. She turned her attention to Cam as he rose as well. “I’m only tolerating your presence here because you’re friends with Owen. Otherwise, I’d ask security to kick your ass out.”

“It’s great to see you too, Kennedy. I see you’ve perfected your own brand of bitchiness.” Camden’s expression remained impassive. “And hey, I’m the guy responsible for getting Owen to that happy day, so you’d better be nice to me.”

OperationWeddingCrash_Final-smlKennedy rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Camden.” She turned her back to him and focused on Nora. “I need you back at the table. You’re not being a properly interested maid of honor, Nora. Maybe you weren’t the best choice.”

Properly invested my butt. All my free time is being funneled into this sideshow circus. Regardless, her stomach tightened. Hot anger churned her insides. Kennedy could at least pretend to be grateful. “I’m sorry. I’ll go in now.” Nora hated her placating tone, hated that she jumped to do Kennedy’s bidding as if she had no spine or thought of her own.

“Thank you.” Kennedy fluffed her hair, arranging the blonde strands so they flowed over one shoulder. “Why can’t you do this one little thing? Honestly, if my friend Ashley wasn’t going to be big-as-a-house pregnant by the time the wedding arrives, I would never have asked you to be my MOH.”

“What?” Bile burned her throat. She swallowed hard. True, she’d known she hadn’t been the first choice, but to find out she didn’t even register on the radar? That changed everything.

Kennedy’s shrug only lifted one bare shoulder. Of course the attorney would choose a strapless cocktail dress in dark green. She had a stunning figure that had been fake-tanned to perfection, even so close to Christmas. “You’re way too curvy.” She flicked her bored gaze down Nora’s figure. “Promise me you’ll try and lose ten pounds by June.”

“I… uh… I’ll see what I can do.” Her face warmed. How dare Kennedy ask her something like that, and in front of Camden? Needing an escape from the embarrassment, she shot a glance to him. The heat from his steady gaze was almost palpable.

“Good.” Kennedy smiled, and it reminded Nora of the expression she’d seen once on a badger at the zoo. “I’m going to make a stop at the ladies’ room. By the time I get out, you’d better be at the table. Everyone’s talking about locations. I hope you brought a notebook.”

Ohmygod, she’s a pain in my butt—and my stomach. Nora pressed a hand to her belly and mentally counted how many antacid wafers she had left in her purse. She waited until Kennedy disappeared around the corner where the bathrooms were located before she looked at Camden again. “Well, I’m definitely going to need another drink.” She retrieved her wineglass and when she would have headed toward the bar, Cam put a hand on her arm, stopping her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you need to lose weight.” Sincerity shone from his eyes with a warmth that had never been there before. “Do it if that’s what you want, but don’t do it for her, Nora. She won’t appreciate it anyway.”

She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips. He had a way of saying it as if his mouth caressed the word before releasing it into the air. It was so sexy. “Thanks,” she squeaked out.

Camden nodded. He took the wineglass from her hand and his fingers brushed hers during the exchange. Tingles lingered in his wake. Had he felt them too? “You can change your appearance, but Kennedy will always be a bitch.”

For the first time since the evening began, Nora’s smile came from genuine pleasure, which stemmed from her ex. Confusion filled the holes that nerves didn’t. She didn’t know how to think about the situation. “I do know that. I’ve worked with her long enough to pick up a few things.”

“Come on. I’ll buy you another glass of wine.” He gestured toward the bar with his chin, which made her gaze fall on the strong column of his neck.

Did he have a girlfriend? Was he currently attached? She shoved the questions from her mind. It’s not like she was free to ask him something like that. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

“Also, I have a proposition for you.” Camden leaned closer and she caught a whiff of a citrus-based cologne. Even that was different from what he’d worn five years ago. Back then he’d chosen a spicy fragrance.

“Oh?” Nora’s heartbeat raced.

“If you want to live out your fantasies of sabotaging this wedding, I volunteer to help.”

Her breath caught. She forced herself to keep breathing. “Why?”

“Let’s just say I’m not sure Kennedy is the right woman for Owen. I don’t want to see him hurt by this if we can help it.” A hard edge entered his expression and all light died from his eyes. “Owen’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve the crap Kennedy will give him.”

“Is there something Owen hasn’t told Kennedy?” That would be funny considering Nora knew something about her boss she could bet Kennedy hadn’t told her fiancé.

“Nora!” Kennedy strode across the lobby while snapping her fingers. Then she pointed toward the dining room. “Now.”
She glanced at Camden. One of his eyebrows inched upward. Two seconds later, she made her decision. “It’s on. Let’s do this.”

“Awesome.” He continued in the direction of the bar.

Excitement rode Nora’s spine as she trotted after him, the pain in her feet all but forgotten. “So, you’ll try and change Owen’s mind?”

“Yup, while you piss Kennedy off with a ton of little annoyances. I’ll give you my cell number so we can coordinate our attacks and keep each other updated. If we’re lucky, she’ll call it quits before we get too far into things.”

“Nice.” She liked his take charge attitude and loved that she wouldn’t be alone in stirring the hornet’s nest. “Effective immediately, Operation Wedding Crash is on.”

Once they’d gained the bar, Camden turned and gave her a smile vaguely reminiscent of the one she’d fallen for all those years ago. “And if things go wrong, we will disavow any knowledge.”

Nora grinned. A sense of power rose within her. Finally, she’d be taking back the piece of herself Kennedy had stolen. “Of course.”

But things wouldn’t go wrong—not unless she planned them that way.

You can buy Operation Wedding Crash at Amazon.

20130821_155431

Giveaway for this post: a special swag pak for Operation Wedding Crash, as well as a subscription to my monthly newsletter. Be sure to leave your contact info. Winners will be selected by Saturday, the 24th, posted on each post and the winners emailed.

Would You Crash a Wedding? Nora would by Sandra Sookoo plus giveaway

Happy Hump Day, all!

I’m excited to share an excerpt with you from my upcoming funny contemporary OPERATION WEDDING CRASH which releases August 20th from Twenty or Less Press.

Here’s the blurb:

Until death—or a secret—make them part.

Nora “Can’t Say No” Lenhart’s life is way past complicated. To add stress to everything, she’s just been appointed maid of honor for the upcoming wedding of the World’s Worst Boss and her ex is the best man. Looks like she’ll need to buy stock in an antacid company and try her best to ditch the green-eyed monster of wedding envy.

Camden Webber is an FBI agent with a massive chip on his shoulder—namely not being able to forget the woman whose usual inability to say no didn’t keep her from shooting down his proposal five years before. Though he has jaded views on weddings and marriage, Cam agrees to stand at his best friend’s side.

When Nora and Camden are thrown together at an engagement dinner, despite their tumultuous romantic history, they devise a plan to break up the ill-suited bride and groom. As the big day nears, emotions hit a breaking point, proving that wedding planning is more suited to a reality show and while happy endings are optional, they exist amidst the rubble, if the couple looks hard enough.

And an excerpt: “Are you trying to make me look bad in front of my guests?” Kennedy didn’t give Nora time for an answer. She turned her attention to Cam as he rose as well. “I’m only tolerating your presence here because you’re friends with Owen. Otherwise, I’d ask security to kick your ass out.”

“It’s great to see you too, Kennedy. I see you’ve perfected your own brand of bitchiness.” Camden’s expression remained impassive. “And hey, I’m the guy responsible for getting Owen to that happy day, so you’d better be nice to me.”

OperationWeddingCrash_Final-smlKennedy rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Camden.” She turned her back to him and focused on Nora. “I need you back at the table. You’re not being a properly interested maid of honor, Nora. Maybe you weren’t the best choice.”

Properly invested my butt. All my free time is being funneled into this sideshow circus. Regardless, her stomach tightened. Hot anger churned her insides. Kennedy could at least pretend to be grateful. “I’m sorry. I’ll go in now.” Nora hated her placating tone, hated that she jumped to do Kennedy’s bidding as if she had no spine or thought of her own.

“Thank you.” Kennedy fluffed her hair, arranging the blonde strands so they flowed over one shoulder. “Why can’t you do this one little thing? Honestly, if my friend Ashley wasn’t going to be big-as-a-house pregnant by the time the wedding arrives, I would never have asked you to be my MOH.”

“What?” Bile burned her throat. She swallowed hard. True, she’d known she hadn’t been the first choice, but to find out she didn’t even register on the radar? That changed everything.

Kennedy’s shrug only lifted one bare shoulder. Of course the attorney would choose a strapless cocktail dress in dark green. She had a stunning figure that had been fake-tanned to perfection, even so close to Christmas. “You’re way too curvy.” She flicked her bored gaze down Nora’s figure. “Promise me you’ll try and lose ten pounds by June.”

“I… uh… I’ll see what I can do.” Her face warmed. How dare Kennedy ask her something like that, and in front of Camden? Needing an escape from the embarrassment, she shot a glance to him. The heat from his steady gaze was almost palpable.

“Good.” Kennedy smiled, and it reminded Nora of the expression she’d seen once on a badger at the zoo. “I’m going to make a stop at the ladies’ room. By the time I get out, you’d better be at the table. Everyone’s talking about locations. I hope you brought a notebook.”

Ohmygod, she’s a pain in my butt—and my stomach. Nora pressed a hand to her belly and mentally counted how many antacid wafers she had left in her purse. She waited until Kennedy disappeared around the corner where the bathrooms were located before she looked at Camden again. “Well, I’m definitely going to need another drink.” She retrieved her wineglass and when she would have headed toward the bar, Cam put a hand on her arm, stopping her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you need to lose weight.” Sincerity shone from his eyes with a warmth that had never been there before. “Do it if that’s what you want, but don’t do it for her, Nora. She won’t appreciate it anyway.”

She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips. He had a way of saying it as if his mouth caressed the word before releasing it into the air. It was so sexy. “Thanks,” she squeaked out.

Camden nodded. He took the wineglass from her hand and his fingers brushed hers during the exchange. Tingles lingered in his wake. Had he felt them too? “You can change your appearance, but Kennedy will always be a bitch.”

For the first time since the evening began, Nora’s smile came from genuine pleasure, which stemmed from her ex. Confusion filled the holes that nerves didn’t. She didn’t know how to think about the situation. “I do know that. I’ve worked with her long enough to pick up a few things.”

“Come on. I’ll buy you another glass of wine.” He gestured toward the bar with his chin, which made her gaze fall on the strong column of his neck.

Did he have a girlfriend? Was he currently attached? She shoved the questions from her mind. It’s not like she was free to ask him something like that. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

“Also, I have a proposition for you.” Camden leaned closer and she caught a whiff of a citrus-based cologne. Even that was different from what he’d worn five years ago. Back then he’d chosen a spicy fragrance.

“Oh?” Nora’s heartbeat raced.

“If you want to live out your fantasies of sabotaging this wedding, I volunteer to help.”

Her breath caught. She forced herself to keep breathing. “Why?”

“Let’s just say I’m not sure Kennedy is the right woman for Owen. I don’t want to see him hurt by this if we can help it.” A hard edge entered his expression and all light died from his eyes. “Owen’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve the crap Kennedy will give him.”

“Is there something Owen hasn’t told Kennedy?” That would be funny considering Nora knew something about her boss she could bet Kennedy hadn’t told her fiancé.

“Nora!” Kennedy strode across the lobby while snapping her fingers. Then she pointed toward the dining room. “Now.”
She glanced at Camden. One of his eyebrows inched upward. Two seconds later, she made her decision. “It’s on. Let’s do this.”

“Awesome.” He continued in the direction of the bar.

Excitement rode Nora’s spine as she trotted after him, the pain in her feet all but forgotten. “So, you’ll try and change Owen’s mind?”

“Yup, while you piss Kennedy off with a ton of little annoyances. I’ll give you my cell number so we can coordinate our attacks and keep each other updated. If we’re lucky, she’ll call it quits before we get too far into things.”

“Nice.” She liked his take charge attitude and loved that she wouldn’t be alone in stirring the hornet’s nest. “Effective immediately, Operation Wedding Crash is on.”

Once they’d gained the bar, Camden turned and gave her a smile vaguely reminiscent of the one she’d fallen for all those years ago. “And if things go wrong, we will disavow any knowledge.”

Nora grinned. A sense of power rose within her. Finally, she’d be taking back the piece of herself Kennedy had stolen. “Of course.”

But things wouldn’t go wrong—not unless she planned them that way.

Giveaway for this post: a swag pak plus postcards and bookmarks, as well as a subscription to my monthly newsletter. Be sure to leave your contact info. Winners will be selected at the end of the End of Summer Bash event.

Hollywood Dreams and Buttercream by Sandra Sookoo (and giveaway)

Hi guys! Can you believe we’re almost halfway through August already? This summer has just flown by, which is good because LOVE the fall.

Here’s a blurb and excerpt from one of my books that released this summer: Hollywood Dreams and Buttercream. It’s a sweet and funny contemporary romance.

Sometimes the sweetest things in life don’t have anything to do with dessert.

Gwynn Flannigan wants respect from her father and freedom from her big, loud family. The icing on her cake would be to win a decorating competition hosted by her favorite food magazine writer. Cole Marshall’s one outlet from the stress of business life is writing his Cooking in the Buff feature. Who cares if he never has time for fun?

The answer for them both lies in the deep freeze at Sweet Endings, the struggling ice cream shop Gwynn manages and the one property Cole needs to secure a big promotion. He’s stuck in Madrigal, Indiana to unravel a knot of family drama that drives him crazy.

Things heat between Gwynn and Cole on the competition floor when Cole’s alter ego is revealed. Cake and accusations fly while dreams and goals are left crumbling. In order to balance family, business, and love, Gwynn and Cole will need to work together and become partners—in more ways than one.

Excerpt:

HollywoodDreamsandButtercreamCoverArt-sml“Cole, look at me.” Her request came with a hefty dose of throaty suggestion. How did it get there and why couldn’t she bring that out on command?

He turned his head. “Yeah?” His eyes glittered in the twilight shadows.

“You have a smear of icing on your mouth.” Before her temporary injection of courage could dissipate, she dabbed at the frosting on the side of his mouth. Not having a napkin, she licked the sugary glob from her finger.

Cole twisted his body toward her, his gaze twin caldrons of smoldering green. “Did you get it all?” His voice was equally low but with a smoky quality that prickled the hairs on her arms and nape into heightened awareness.

Insanity ruled over common sense as she said, “Nope, there’s still a little bit left.” Gwynn leaned into him. Her palm grazed his cheek as she cupped it and fit her lips to his in a fleeting kiss, being sure to ply that spot in the corner with a leisurely lick. The slight rasp of his stubble against her tongue sent tiny tremors into her lower belly.

Cole pulled away, but not far enough that she couldn’t feel the warmth of his breath on her face. He swiped a forefinger into the frosting of his cake then dabbed the icing onto the middle of his bottom lip. “How about now?”

“You know, homemade frosting is thick and stubborn. It clings to everything.” Gwynn kissed him again, taking care to nibble the icing until not a trace of it was left. She slid her hand to the back of his head. His silky hair flowed over her fingers and invited more than a brief touch. Cole moved his free hand to her waist, insistent at the small of her back, setting off a host of tingles. He glided his mouth over hers with a gentleness she hadn’t expected from him. Sampling chocolate from his lips was the sweetest thing she’d ever partaken of and she didn’t want the intimacy to end. She cupped the side of his face once more, seeking to deepen the connection and find out if the heat threatening to melt her was definitely from him and not the summer temperature.

He broke the embrace, and she thought she caught a soft, shuddering sigh from him. “Well, that’s one way of removing a smudge.”

You can purchase this book at the following locations:

Desert Breeze: http://www.desertbreezepublishing.com/hollywood-dreams-and-buttercream-epub/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hollywooddreamsandbuttercream-1230731-149.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hollywood-Dreams-and-Buttercream-ebook/dp/B00DVLQCMA/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373586343&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=Hollywood+Dreams+and+Buttercream+by+sandra+sookoo
ibookstore: http://www.ibookstore.com/products.php?i=B00DVLQCMA

Giveaway for this post: a swag pak plus postcards and bookmarks, as well as a subscription to my monthly newsletter. Be sure to leave your contact info. Winners will be selected at the end of the End of Summer Bash event.

What’s sweeter than cake? Hollywood dreaming… by Sandra Sookoo

Howdy, all! Today’s the big day I’ve been waiting for since the beginning of this year. Finally, it’s release day for my latest funny contemporary romance HOLLYWOOD DREAMS AND BUTTERCREAM.

Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes the sweetest things in life don’t have anything to do with dessert.

Gwynn Flannigan wants respect from her father and freedom from her big, loud family. The icing on her cake would be to win a decorating competition hosted by her favorite food magazine writer. Cole Marshall’s one outlet from the stress of business life is writing his Cooking in the Buff feature. Who cares if he never has time for fun?

HollywoodDreamsandButtercreamCoverArt-smlThe answer for them both lies in the deep freeze at Sweet Endings, the struggling ice cream shop Gwynn manages and the one property Cole needs to secure a big promotion. He’s stuck in Madrigal, Indiana to unravel a knot of family drama that drives him crazy.

Things heat between Gwynn and Cole on the competition floor when Cole’s alter ego is revealed. Cake and accusations fly while dreams and goals are left crumbling. In order to balance family, business, and love, Gwynn and Cole will need to work together and become partners—in more ways than one.

Teaser:

“Tell you what. Why don’t you come to dinner tonight and we can talk about… stuff.”

Cole blinked. His brain clouded as if he’d stepped into a mist. What just happened? “Uh, dinner with all the Flannigans?” His tie felt too tight and his antiperspirant didn’t seem to be working.

“Good Lord, no. I wouldn’t subject you to that mess. It’ll just be me. I don’t think you’re ready to sit down for what passes as civilized dinner manners in my family.” She pulled a pair of dark sunglasses out of her handbag and hid her glorious blue eyes — the Flannigan blue eyes — from view as she slid them on. “Think of it as a business meeting, except with a homemade meal. That’s gotta be better than sitting around an impersonal restaurant all by yourself, right?”

“Maybe.” What game did she play now? No matter what she tried to pull the sale would still go on as scheduled.
“Will you bring my phone?”

“I can’t promise that. You’ll have to show up to find out.” Digging once more into her purse, she withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. “Do you have a pen?”

“One sec.” Cole reached a hand into an interior pocket of his jacket and withdrew a Montblanc pen. “It’s not a keeper.”

She glanced at him over the tops of her sunglasses. “Don’t worry. I won’t steal it. I do have some class after all.” Gwynn scribbled something on the paper and handed both to him. “Six-thirty. Don’t be late. Dad will be at his weekly poker game but will be back by the time our dinner is done. He can sign your papers then.” Once he snatched the pen and scrap, she turned and walked toward the ice cream shop.

Cole looked at the paper. In addition to an address, she’d scrawled a note in firm handwriting. “And wear something non-corporate like a normal person.” For the first time since he’d arrived in Madrigal, he smiled.

Buy links aren’t live yet with the publisher but I expect them to be shortly.

20130708_171144Giveaway for this post only: a Hollywood Dreams and Buttercream swag pak plus postcards. Please remember to leave your contact information and answer this question: What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Excerpt from A Perfect Arrangement (menage) and giveaway

Good morning and happy Thursday, all!

I’m so excited to be here today and share snippets. This one comes from A PERFECT ARRANGEMENT. This is the sequel to Two Mr. Rights and is the 2nd book in the Redemption Cove series. It’s a contemporary menage.

Here’s the blurb:

When life’s a bitch, slap her back.

Mackenzie Andrews is having a bad day. She’s lost her job at a Chicago interior design firm, her roommate kicked her out in favor of a fiancé’s company and now her sports car is in a snowy ditch in the middle of nowhere.

Lucas Brown, a victim of the financial sector collapse, has turned to carpentry for a living, but his favorite hobby is trying to “fix” people. Grounded by an unwavering sense of optimism, when he meets Mackenzie, he starts to think of a future, which means telling his ex to take a permanent hike.

Dirk Jennings has seen too many horrible things in life—first in Afghanistan then as an EMT on the mean streets of Chicago. He’s not a touchy-feely guy, but after rescuing Mackenzie from her snowy wreck, he wouldn’t mind an occasional round of sex.

While the town of Redemption Cove caters to the ménage a trois lifestyle, the three lost souls thrown together by circumstance aren’t sure such a situation will work, but none of them can deny the desire and need swirling between them. With a little understanding they might just stumble upon a perfect arrangement.

Excerpt: Three slices of everything pizza and two beers later, Mackenzie sighed and stretched out her legs. She’d chosen to sit on the floor while the guys occupied a sofa and recliner respectively. “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I let myself gorge on pizza.” It had been wonderful. For once she didn’t worry about the calorie count of a meal. Hell, for the first time in a long while her dinner hadn’t come straight from the freezer by way of the microwave—and alone. Both of the guys finished off a pie loaded with meat plus part of her pizza, and for Lucas’s part, he’d kept up a steady stream of conversation about current news events and the recently passed holidays—nice nonthreatening topics that didn’t touch on personal subjects. And through it all, both of them had parked their gazes on her legs at one time or another.

I love it when I’m the object of attention, and thank God I got my legs waxed recently.

“Women should be happy in the skin they’re in instead of always worrying about losing a few pounds.” Dirk kicked back in the recliner, his sock-covered feet on the footrest, yet his body seemed on edge as if he couldn’t relax. Was he a former military man, always on alert?

aperfectarrangement_original“Is that a hint, Dirk?” Mackenzie tossed a paper napkin onto her plate. She’d never been slim or even skinny, but she didn’t think she looked tragic. I’m damn hot and rocking my size-eight slacks. “You don’t like how I look?” Though she said it with a blatant tease in her voice, she narrowed her eyes. What type of woman would trip his trigger?

He glared at her from between his feet. “Nope. From where I sit, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Lucas snickered. “Excuse him. He’s always grouchy after dinner. I dare you to go rub his belly.” He nodded as he knocked back the contents of his beer bottle.

“Why, will he bite?” Mackenzie rocked to her knees. The way Dirk lay sprawled in the chair with his arms over his head and the hem of his T-shirt riding up slightly, revealing a set of flat abs, had her pulse racing. What did he do to keep fit? He had the sort of flat belly women would pay good money to lick ice cream from.

“Don’t know. No one ever takes me up on the dare.” Lucas waggled his eyebrows. He resembled a demented musician instead of a carpenter. “Although I’d be happy to let you rub my tummy.”

Mackenzie focused on Lucas with great effort. It was as if she were a little kid in a bakery, not knowing which sweet treat to choose. “Tempting.” I need a distraction, or I’ll end up in one of these guys’ laps. She ran a hand along the polished surface of the coffee table. Not that it would be such a bad thing. They were both sexy. “I can’t get over this furniture.”

“Yeah, Lucas does great work, but I lay a badass hardwood floor.” Dirk set himself upright, slamming the recliner closed. “If you’re interested, I’ll be putting down flooring later this week.”

“Ah, that’s good because I’ve always been a sucker for men who are good with their hands.” At the last second, she stopped her eye roll. Where had the cheesy line come from? Surely it wasn’t the beer. In any given night out, she could drink more than that and only come out of the bars tipsy. Must be the company.

“Interesting.” Lucas drew the word out as if he were a dramatic Victorian-era actor. He just lacked a handlebar mustache. “I wouldn’t mind showing you what else I can do with my hands…in the bedroom.” He stood, gathering plates as he went. “You know, if you wanted to goof around. No pressure or anything. It’s okay if you say no.”

Mackenzie looked at the playful expectation in Lucas’s expression, then studied Dirk’s inscrutable face before returning to her contemplation of Lucas. Hooking up with either of them wouldn’t be any different than getting together with a guy she met at a bar or club. Man, I haven’t done that for a while. What if I’m out of practice? She shrugged. “What the hell? I’ve got food in my belly, my car will be in the shop tomorrow morning, and I might have a potential job on the line, so I’m feeling generous. I’ll suck off the first guy to accept my offer.”

The men exchanged glances. Dirk dropped his gaze. He launched himself from the recliner.

I didn’t think it would be him… Mackenzie sucked in a breath when Dirk didn’t approach her. Oh, my bad. Instead, he silently took the dishes from Lucas, gathered the remaining plates from the table, and disappeared into the kitchen. Once banging commenced from that room, she suspected he wouldn’t return.

“Okay. I guess I’ve offended him.” What went on in Dirk’s head? Why did his eyes hold such shadows, and what would it take for him to release them?

“Don’t take it personally.” Lucas rounded the coffee table and paused in front of her. “He’s got issues with people in general.

You can buy this book here: Pub link: http://tinyurl.com/d3afjwb or ARe: http://tinyurl.com/dxx93b3

Thanks for reading! I’ll give away a $5.00 Amazon gift card and book swag to a random commenter. Please leave your contact information.

Sandra
http://www.sandrasookoo.com

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 64,559 other followers