New Cover Reveal for Emily Snow Novels

I am so excited to be apart of the new cover reveal for Emily Snow! They are beautiful and I think I will be reading these great novels all over again soon!

New Cover Reveal for Devoured/All Over You

New Cover Reveal for TIDAL by Emily Snow

 

BLOG TOUR: Grounded by R.K. Lilley +Bonus+Giveaway

After a short but earnest courtship, Bianca can no longer deny her feelings for James, and though she’s tried her hardest, she can’t help but see that he cares deeply for her, as well. In a completely uncharacteristic move, she has put aside her misgivings and agreed to live with the enigmatic billionaire. Is her leap of faith the beginning of something wonderful, or is it too much, too fast?

As James and Bianca feel a growing need for each other that neither can deny, circumstances beyond their control intervene, trying to tear them apart. Amidst the ever mounting threat of a monster who wants Bianca dead, and the constant pitfalls of an indiscreet past that James can’t seem to escape, can these two passionate lovers manage to find their happily ever after?

From the moment I read the last word of Mile High, my countdown for Grounded started. I was pulled into the world of James and Bianca. Dare I say that I loved them more than the other famous couple they are often compared to: Christian and Ana! I was lucky enough to get an Advanced Reader Copy of Grounded and I devoured it! And then I read it again so I could embrace every word of it, taking it all in. Grounded is the third and final book in the Up In The Air Trilogy, and it picks up right where Mile High ends. 

“…The world went from black and white and into color when I laid eyes on you, my love. There’ll be no going back.” ~ Bianca

In Grounded I feel in LOVE with James, but not so much Mr. Cavendish. Bianca is adjusting to her new life living with James in New York.  James has a big secret that he is afraid will shatter his world with Bianca. Bianca has just found out that her father most likely killed her stepmother. She also found out that she has a half brother who lives in New York. Bianca is trying to get use to the life of being with James Cavendish. This book really focuses on James and Bianca and their new found abilities to learn to trust each other. Their fears are still there. Will they be able to let go of both of their pasts in order to latch onto a future with trust? I loved in this book we got both Bianca and James' POVs  (although James' POV is only a small part). We also get a little more background on Stephan and Bianca's background too.

“James had shown me a profound tenderness and love that belonged only to me, from our very first time together…. it was more precious of a gift than I’d allowed myself to see. He was my Dom, and I was his sub, but our love had turned it into so much more…”  ~Bianca

I don't want to give too much away with this book. It was an incredible journey that any fan of the series will adore. It was an emotional roller coaster for everyone involved including this reader. But it is a ride I would ride over and over again. The ending had a big twist, that I didn't see coming and left me breathless reading it. I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT! For all of you searching for a HEA you will not be disappointed. This series by far has become one of my top 5 Series. Thank you R.K. Lilley for giving us such a ride!

(You can read part one at Shh Mom's Reading)

Wake Up Call:  Part 2 James

“You are the most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen in my life,” I murmured into her mouth.  I’m keeping you, I thought.

Her hand moved suddenly, touching my thigh, obviously on its way to my cock.  Fuck, I thought.

I caught her hand, fighting for control.  “There’s no time.  Get dressed,” I told her, feeling violent.  If I distracted her with pleasure, and made her late for work, I knew she’d avoid me for it.  When we weren't caught up in our passion, she was all too willing reject this attraction we had.  It infuriated me on every level, but there was nothing to be done but work around it.  For now…

She seemed to come back to herself, moving away from me. 

I followed her out of the bathroom, watching her get ready with hungry eyes.  She put on her little dress suit of a uniform, with that little tease of a tie. I was surprised at how quickly she got ready.  She was low-maintenance, I was surprised to realize, but she certainly didn't look it.  She wasn't wearing a scrap of makeup, and I knew I’d never seen a more beautiful woman. 

“That is the hottest fucking flight attendant uniform I've ever seen,” I told her as she tucked in her shirt.  “That thing should be illegal.  I’m going to do some illegal things to you with that little tease of a tie.”

Perfect fucking Bianca laughed.  My jaw went a little slack at the sight.  She was glorious. 

“I can do my hair and makeup in the van,” she told me with a lovely little smile.  “Stephan will help me.”

She licked her lower lip, waving a hand at me, her eyes going to my crotch.  “I still have ten minutes to spare.  There has to be something I can do for you.  I don’t like feeling like I've left you unsatisfied.”  I didn't think I’d ever been more shocked and pleased by any words in my entire life.

I tried to smile at her, but it was an effort.  “You are too perfect,” I told her, meaning it to the depths of my soul.  “But it’s not happening this morning.  I’m not coming again until I can be buried inside of you.  Preferably for days.” My perfect Bianca only took a step closer, licking her lips. I sucked in a breath as she suddenly knelt in front of me. “You could bury yourself somewhere else,” she said breathlessly.

She gazed up at me with those breathtaking eyes of hers, her face inches from my cock, but not touching. 

I grabbed a handful of her silky hair, feeling covetous and violent and absolutely desperate with need.  “Have you done that before?” I asked her.  I would punish her if the answer was yes.  It was insane, but in my mind every inch of her had always been mine.  If she’d given any of it to anyone else, I was determined to show her just how big of a mistake that had been.

She shook her head, licking her lips.  I could read in her face that she was sincere.  “Like I've told you,” she said steadily, “I don’t date.  I don’t do any of this stuff.  I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but you should take me up on the offer before I change my mind.”

I couldn't have turned her down to save my life.  I ripped my slacks open, and had my cock in her face before she could take another breath. She blinked at me, her perfect mouth opening wide to latch onto my tip.  She sucked at me, her mouth wet and hot.  I wanted to ram deep into her throat, but controlled myself. “Use your hands at the base,” I ordered, seeing that she couldn't fit much more than my tip into her mouth. She obeyed, her delicate hands gripping me.  I put my hands over hers, using the moisture from her mouth to lubricate.  I showed her how to stroke me at the base. “Harder,” I ordered.  “Pull your lips over your teeth and suck harder.”  She obeyed instantly and perfectly, and I gasped.  “Yes, that’s perfect, Bianca.”She kept it up, doing exactly as I’d ordered.  She was a perfect study.  Absolutely perfect, I thought.“I’m coming,” I warned her roughly as my vision went a little hazy, still glued to that rosy mouth on my cock.  “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should pull back now.”  I didn't want her to.  I wanted so badly for her to keep sucking, but I didn't want to push her too hard. 

As though she’d read my mind, she just sucked harder.  I was lost, coming in her mouth, losing myself harder than I could ever remember.  I’m keeping you, I thought possessively, pulling her up and hard against me. I kissed her, my hands pulling roughly at her hair. After long, drugging moments, I pulled back, glancing at the clock. “You’re late,” I told her unsteadily.  “We’ll talk later.  I don’t want you to get into trouble.  I've seen how important your work ethic is to you.”

She just nodded, looking suddenly distant, as though she’d just forgotten everything we’d done together.  That look, that distance in her eyes, drove me fucking up the wall crazy. She was ready to go in swift instants, not looking at me.  I almost lost it on her, the knowledge that she wouldn't hesitate to drop me for good all that kept me from shaking up her composure. She walked out of that room without looking back.  I’d never felt so desperately covetous of anyone or anything in my life.

I straightened my clothing and took a few necessary minutes to compose myself before I followed her. 

Her back was to me as I approached her and Stephan in the lobby.  Stephan glanced up as I neared, giving me a tentative smile.  Bianca turned, looking comically shocked at my presence.  She recovered quickly, though, running her eyes over my body, and when they reached my cock, she licked her lips.  It was too much.I waited for her eyes to meet mine before looking at Stephan and nodding.  “Good morning,” I told him, keeping my voice as polite as I could manage.“Morning,” he said with a pleasant smile. I laid my hand at the nape of her neck.  Her eyes moved to my cock and my grip tightened.  Her eyes shot back up to mine.“Our Buttercup is a handful, Stephan,” I said idly.  I was trying out the word ‘our’.  It went against every instinct I had to share her with another man, but from what I had observed of their relationship, I knew that I would have to share or get nothing at all.  At least he was only a friend, and a protective one at that. 

Stephan surprised me by laughing.  “She is that.” 

“A fucking perfect handful,” I murmured to Bianca. Stephan laughed harder, not taking offense.  “Well, I wouldn't exactly know about that, but I’ll take your word for it.” “Walk me to the door, please?” I asked Bianca. She didn't hesitate, moving with me.

I lowered my hand from her nape as we reached the door. “I’m going to tie you to my bed and take your hymen,” I told her quietly, unable to keep the words to myself, even knowing they would shock her.  “I can’t seem to think about anything else.  Tell me when I can see you again.” She swallowed visibly.  I watched her lovely throat work.  “I’m not sure,” she said unsteadily.  “I have a twelve hour day tomorrow.  We’re doing a turn to DC.”

“What about today?” I asked, watching her face closely. 

She blinked at me.  “I’m flying back to Las Vegas.”

I nodded, and strode away.  

I am OBSESSED with this playlist for the Up In The Air Series. It is an unique mixture of music that so describes James and Bianca. Add it to your Spotify and listen along while reading the book.

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Promo: Dark Light by S.L. Jennings + Giveaway

Love. Sex. Magic.

Before her 20th birthday, Gabriella was pretty much clueless about all three. In love with her best guy friend since the age of 14 and too crass and intimidating for most of the male population of Colorado Springs, love and good sex were virtually a myth.

And then there’s magic. Freakin’ magic. There’s no way that legend could have a place in her less than exciting life. So why after twenty years of utter obscurity do her adopted parents hit her with the ton of bricks that is her true identity? And how the heck is she supposed to accept all this and become what she was truly created to be?

Lucky for Gabs, sexy as sin Dorian is more than equipped to help her embrace these new revelations. And while everything about him feels oh so good, she soon learns that there’s more behind his crystal blue eyes, chiseled body and exotic beauty. Something dark, menacing and downright unnatural. Yet Gabs is in way too deep to even try to turn away from him now.

Dark Light, Book 1 of the Dark Light Series, is the raw, emotional story of a young woman’s journey of self-discovery in a world that was not meant for her. And her scorching hot, lip-biting addiction for the man she can’t deny, no matter the cost.
*Contains strong adult content.

First I want to say that I absolutely LOVED this story. S. L. Jennings did an amazing job!

Dark Light has me hooked from the beginning. Gabriella is a young woman trying to find herself when on her twentith birthday her whole world changes. Everything she thought she knew to be true might not be true anymore. You follow Gabriella's struggle with her new life and the choice between light and dark. Which needs to be made before her twenty first birthday. Which is when her acsention into her power is supposed to take place. 

Along her journey you meet everyone that is close to her along with the struggle in each relationship after the introduction of her new life. To add even more to that stress Dorian comes along....

Gabriella and Dorian seem to be drawn to each other, but why? They both have secrets that they can't seem to admit to one another. One of my favorite things about this story is the way S.L. jennings uses the HOT STEAMY sex scenes to add to the story. With every mouth watering scene you delve deeper into the emotion between them. They were all tasteful and classy, but HOT! Some of the best I have read in a while. 

Gabriella struggles with the choice between light and dark. She seems drawn to both, but at the same time she doesn't seem to feel that either choice seems RIGHT. Why can't she just stay neutral? Is that even a choice?

Overall this book was awesome. I am (not) patiently waiting for the next book in the series. 

Thank you for creating such a fun and emotional story....and Dorian. Yum! ~ Andrea Kelleher

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Blog Tour Stop: Destined to Change by Lisa M. Harley

Destiny…it’s really an interesting thought isn't it…destiny.

Loralei Harper’s destiny was determined before her birth. It was very simple. She was expected to graduate from high school, marry Declan Sharp, and have two kids. She would stay at home with them, while her husband worked on the family farm. But the funny thing about destiny is…it can change in the blink of an eye. Now Loralei has to figure out what to do when everything changes.

Declan Sharp, a sweet country boy, grew up with Loralei. Their parents couldn’t have planned their relationship any better. Loralei was the love of his life and their future was bright, but sometimes life gets in the way of your plans.

Jaxon Daniels, a pierced, tattooed, badass with a gentle soul, just wanted to get out of the city and relax in the country for a little while. The last thing he was looking for was right in front of him. With skeletons in his closet, will he be able to hold on to the woman he loves, when the past comes out to play?

Cade Walker, a cocky cowboy, never gave love a second thought. Sex? Now that was a different story. After a drunken night, all of that changes when he feels something for Loralei...with his heart. This good ole boy learns that alls fair in love and war.

What happens when all of these lives cross paths? Whose destiny will change and who will get their happily ever after?

From the beginning I was drawn into this book. Loralei and Declan were meant to be. The stars lined up for them and life was a perfect little slice of heaven. Having been friends since birth, sharing the same birthday and being around each other almost 24 hours a day, it was no surprise that they ended up together. Destiny was theirs. Until it wasn't. I felt for Loralei. I felt for Declan. I was emotional mess and I wasn't even past the first chapter of the book! But Loralei had more surprises on the horizon and that is where I fell in love with this book. 

It had been almost 10 years since the night that changed her destiny and Loralei was a in a good place. At least she thought so. That was until Jaxson Daniels showed up on her ranch and her destiny seemed to go in a whole new direction. Now a single mom and running the family business, Loralei doesn't have time for romance. She is still stuck in her destiny gone wrong life and wondering where her destiny is head. Jaxson Daniels is running. But from what? He's secretive, a total mystery and trouble for Loralei - so she thinks.  Jaxson falls for Loralei the moment he lays eyes on her. But can a tattooed city boy fit into a ranchers lifestyle? 

This book was fun, exciting, heart wrenching and inspirational. Life can continue, with its ups and downs, twists and turns. We just need to learn to let go. There is heartbreaks, budding romances, betrayals, twists, turns and redemption all rolled into this story. At times I was on this roller coaster ride that had me dizzy with anticipation. I absolutely loved every moment in it! 

* I was given an ARC of Destined to Change by Lisa M. Harley in exchange for an honest review

For me, listening to music while reading brings a whole new experience. It makes the experience more real. You feel the emotions, you know how they feel. Even months after reading the book, I can hear a song and immediately recall a scene or a character connected to a song. I am thrilled to give you the playlist for Destined to Change.

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Did you vote for your All Time Favorite Couple in the poll sponsored by Shh Mom's Reading, Stick Girl Book Review and myself - Becca the Bibliophile. Well, the Top 20 have been revealed - kind of. Can you guess who came in what place?  Watch this video to take a guess!

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One Month Anniversary and GIVEAWAYS GALORE!

It has been amazing month! I have made some wonderful new friends, met some amazing new authors and been welcomed into the blogging community with open arms!  So I am spreading the love by giving away some FABULOUS prizes as a celebration. Make sure to enter and check out my FB page too. I will have smaller giveaways all week!

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NYC, Mr. Gorgeous and a Giveaway

As I get into the town car waiting for me outside of the terminal at JFK,  I ask the driver, “So where are we headed?”

“Sorry ma’am, Mrs. McHugh said it was to stay a secret.”

I roll my eyes. Of course! I should have known when Gail asked me to come to New York for a big surprise — I wouldn’t be let in on the secret.

As we hop onto the Long Island Expressway and head into Manhattan — the Chrysler Building coming into my view, butterflies start to form in my stomach as the realization of who my visit is with hits me. OMG…I just got off of a 4 hour flight. I quickly take out my makeup case from my purse and try to make myself look a little more presentable. As we pull up in front of the building, Gail is standing on the sidewalk with a huge grin on her face.

I know where I am going now!

“Thanks a lot,” I say with a scowl, getting out from the vehicle.  “You could’ve given me a little more warning before springing ‘Mr. Gorgeous’ on me!” 

“How do you know I’m springing ‘Mr. Gorgeous’ on you?” she asks, a slight smirk tipping her lips.

Again, I roll my eyes. She knows I’m onto her and at that point, she just lets out a laugh. 

“Okay, okay,” she says, placing her hand on my back. “I am springing ‘Mr. Tall, dark and, uh, handsome on you. But I figured it would be a nice surprise considering all of the help you’ve offered me since Collide released. So… surprise!”

Wow, I love Gail, but I’ve rolled my eyes a couple of times in the last few minutes. Shaking my head at this ‘unexpected’ encounter with the Gavin Blake, Gail leads me into the Chrysler building, and we head straight for the elevators after getting checked in by a security guard. Pressing for the 62^nd floor, Gail looks over to me —where I’m standing, no doubt looking like the sweaty mess I feel like. Again, she emits a light laugh and leans against the wall while crossing her arms. I know they call her “The Evil author Lady” and to tell you the truth, I’m starting to see where some of this is coming from.  

As we step out of the elevator, a beautiful sand-blasted see-through glass wall with the name ‘Blake Industries’ comes into my view. Yeah. I’m pretty sure I need more deodorant right about now. I gulp down the lump forming in my throat as Gail nods in the direction of the secretary. She leads me to the back of the building as I try to calm my nerves.

Reaching for the handle, of what appears to be a corner unit office—Gail cast one last smirk my way and opens the door. Before I see him, I hear his voice —and boy let me say— it sounds as sexy as Emily describes it to be in the book. Actually, strike that… it sounds even better. Sigh…  Without turning around to face us, I witness Mr. Tall, Dark and, umm, yeah, handsome, standing in front of floor- to- ceiling windows — his attention focused on a phone conversation he’s in the middle of. With that, Gail clears her throat, and then perfection in its truest form hits me like a ton of damn bricks as Mr. Handsome turns around. I vaguely register him telling the receiving end, that he needs to call them back, because I’m too busy taking in his gorgeous physique. Wow. Just wow. He has his suit jacket off, and his sleeves are slightly rolled up. Shit. Why can’t he have that shirt unbuttoned so I can witness his eatable black dragon tattoo that so many of us have read about in Collide? You know? The one that curls from his left rib cage  all the way down to his… Oh, God. I need to stop. Focus on something else, Becca. Okay. His hair, yeah, it’s mussed like he just rolled out of bed, but yet, my Lord, it is perfect and I find myself just wanting to run my fingers through it and all its blackness. Now I’m the one clearing my throat as Mr. Gavin Blake removes the blue-tooth receiver from his ear— heading right for me.

Oh. Shit.  

“Becca, I apologize for making you wait,” he says, reaching out and grabbing for my hand. He gives it a light shake, but all I want to do is shove my fingers into that luscious mouth of his. Releasing my hand, he turns and shows us over to a black leather couch. On a glass table in front of the couch is a fruit platter, some croissants and an array of bottled drinks and some coffee. Gesturing to the mini-smorgasbord, Gavin says, “Please, have something to eat if you’re hungry, Becca.”

Eat? Does this man seriously think I can eat right now? I don’t think so. On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind dousing those gorgeous blue eyes with a little whip cream and licking it off.

“I actually ate on the plane,” I answer and then clear my throat. “But I appreciate your offer.”

“Not a problem.” He smiles and then turns to Gail, where she’s pulling out her cell phone from her purse. “Boss, did you eat?” Gavin asks, reaching to make himself a cup of coffee.

“I did, Gavin. Thanks,” she replies, bringing the cell phone up to her ear. “You two go ahead with the interview. I have to call Emily. We’re doing a little shopping after this.”

I watch as a reverent smile breaks out across Gavin’s face. Man, you can totally see what goes through his head at the mention of Emily’s name. Flicking those blue eyes back in my direction, he takes a seat next to me on the couch and nods as if to tell me to begin with the interview. I try to catch my breath. God, he smells AH-MAZING!

“Thank you Mr. Blake, for meeting with me.”

“You’re very welcome, Becca. But honestly, you can’t be that much older than I am, so let’s keep it as casual as possible. Call me, Gavin, okay?”

Yep. He sure as shit knows what to say. I nod.

 “Okay, Gavin,” I say, finding myself slightly relaxing at his casualness. “At the age of 28, you’ve been named ‘Forbes Magazine’s ‘Up and Coming People’ to watch for in 2013, and have also made the Fortune 500 list, not once, but twice. What do you attribute to your success to?”

After taking a sip of coffee from his mug, he leans back, draping his arm across the top of the couch. A grin softens his mouth.  “Hard work and a shitload of luck.” He laughs. “Mostly luck. Life has a funny way of hitting you with luck where you least expect it. Colton and I worked hard to grow Blake Industries into what it’s become, and with that, we got lucky.”

“Hmm, I never thought about it like that. Nice point.” Considering this dude is gorgeous, and worth millions, I’m finding him pretty centered right now. “You’ve also been named one of ‘New York’s Most Beautiful Person for 2012’ and one of ‘New York’s Most Eligible Bachelors’. So, what would it take for a girl to become Mrs. Blake? Is there anyone in your life right now that might fit the bill?

At this, he lets out a deep chuckle and damn — it’s sexy as hell. Slanting a hand through his hair, he leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees as he tents his hands under his chin. “Yeah. I saw those articles. Beautiful. Mmm, one: I’m not sure beautiful is the right word. Although my mother would beg to differ because she says I get my looks from her.” Cocking a glorious brow, he leans back in his seat and smiles. “I’d say I’m pretty average looking, so, I’m not quite sure why I landed on that list.” At this point, I’m thinking Mr. down to earth, centered millionaire might be little crazy. Although I have an intense urge to shove a mirror in his face, and say “Have you seen yourself lately?”  I let him continue. “What does it take for a girl to become the future Mrs. Gavin Blake?” he asks, a smirk pulling at his lips. Shifting in his seat, he cups his chin. “I’d say she’d have to stand about 5’5, have a small coke bottle shaped body, long silky auburn hair, eyes as green as grass during the summertime, smell as sweet as vanilla and her initials would have to be E.C.”

A thoughtful Gavin Blake

Right about now, I’m pretty damn sure I’m leaving this building and going straight to the nearest courthouse to change my name to Emily Cooper. Lucky bitch… I’ll work on the cosmetics later. Oh wait! I have vanilla spray in my purse!!! God, Becca, get a damn hold of yourself. Okay, next question.

“You’re known for your philanthropic ventures, and there seems to be a theme to most of the charities you support. Can you tell us about your favorite and why it’s so special to you?”

Reaching for his mug of coffee, he takes a sip and nods. “Obviously they’re all special to me. Not one charity receives more than the other, because that’s what they are, a charity for organizations in need.” Leaning back in his seat, a sad smile curls his lips. “But the one my family holds the closest is the American Cancer Society. My mother is a breast cancer survivor, and dedicates most of her time helping out the organization in whatever way she can. She holds a gala every October to raise awareness.” Staring into my eyes, he shrugs his shoulders. “Life hit my family with luck in that department, too. We got lucky that she caught it on time. Make sure you go for your yearly check-up, Becca, okay?”

At this point, I’m feeling a slight paradox occur within my brain. Not only do I want to reach out and hug this gorgeous, down to earth, oh my God, your parents raised you well, delectable man… but, I’m also thinking— considering Gail is still busy tooting away on the phone with Emily, what are the chances she would notice that I slipped my shirt and bra off right here in this very office and allowed Mr. Gavin Blake to perform my yearly mammogram?  I lift my hand to my face, fighting back the urge to do exactly that, and wipe the sweat that has now thickened along my hairline.

Blowing out a puff of air, I answer, “Yes, I make sure I get checked out every year.” Gavin cocks his head to the side and tosses me a wink.  “All right, Doctor. Blake, uh, I mean, Mr. Blake, shit, I’m sorry, I mean, Gavin.” Though he has a slightly confused look shimmering in his eyes, Gavin lets out a chuckle, reaches for his coffee mug,  (that has a Yankee’s emblem on it) and finishes the java off. I wait for him to get comfortable again before I ask, “Is being in the advertising industry your dream career or is there something else you’d rather be doing?”

Sucking in his bottom lip— which only further fuels my earlier thoughts about a private one-on-one mammogram session— he casts a sidelong glance over to the window, his eyes seeming to worship the buildings beyond. “I wanted to become an architect when I was younger. My mother said I had a thing for spaghetti-O’ s and Lego’s.” Now we’re both laughing. Damn, he is just too freaking cute! I’d let him build a Lego castle around my body any day. I watch, mesmerized as he continues. “However, life brought me in this direction. It’s cool, though. I build ad campaigns, commercials and other shit like that. I guess as long as I’m building something —other than enemies— it’s all good.”

Right as I start to giggle at his answer, my doting gaze abruptly pulls from Gavin’s eyes, when I hear his office door open. Among that sound, I also hear Gail quickly tell Emily that she’ll call her back. I watch a pretty decent looking guy—around Gavin’s age— walk into the office. Appearing more than comfortable in the setting around him, he makes himself a whiskey on the rocks at a mini bar located across the room. When he’s done preparing his drink, he strolls back over to where we’re all sitting, a cocky grin plastered across his face, and settles himself casually into one of the leather chairs.   

Drawing up a brow, Gavin smirks, and lets out a heavy sigh. “Dillon. It’s so nice of you to grace us with your unexpected presence.” Ah, yes, Dillon. Of course. Before Dillon can say a word, Gavin looks to me and says, “This would be the opposite of luck, doll. This is a rainy day and dog shit stuck on the bottom of your shoes kind of thing.”

Appearing confused by Gavin’s statement, Dillon chugs back some of his alcohol (mind you, the time is just past 10:00 a.m.) and flicks his eyes in Gail’s direction. “Am I not part of this ‘dream-cast,’ or what, boss? Emily told me Gavin was being interviewed today. Why wasn’t I invited?”

Gail shifts in her seat, her brow drawn up. “Dillon, I didn’t purposely not invite you. I thought you were away on business again. That’s all. Now, calm your horses. Remember, I hold the key to your future.”

Wow, she takes this ‘Evil Author Lady’ thing to a whole new level when she wants to. Can’t say I blame her. I’ve read about this jerk. Gavin finds her statement hysterical, because this is when I hear him let out a full, throaty laugh. I bring my attention to him, where he’s comfortably draped both arms across the back of the couch, the fingers of his one hand thrumming against it in a constant rhythm that is now echoing throughout the room. I take the opportunity to break the tension that is taking over my once awesome interview by shifting my attention back to Dillon.

“So, Dillion,” I say, reaching for a bottle of water. I twist the cap off, take a sip, and cross my legs.  “You’ve been friends with Gavin for some time now.  Is it hard playing second fiddle to New York’s richest and most eligible bachelor?”

At this I hear three sounds simultaneously ring through my ears. The first: Gavin letting out another laugh— this one quite louder than the last. The second: Gail emitting a sigh. And last, but certainly not the least: Dillon releasing a snort. I’m thinking my question has piqued an array of emotions from all involved. 

“What’s your name?” Dillon aims the question at me, his eyes now narrowed. He leans forward, places his drink on the table, and then reclines back in his seat, folding both hands behind his neck.

“Her name is Becca, ‘Fiddle player’,” Gavin answers before I can. Oh shit.

“Stop being an asshole, Blake,” Dillon blurts out, his tone clearly aggravated. Jesus, these two guys are friends? Shifting forward, Dillon grabs for his drink and tosses the remaining liquid down his throat.

Gavin looks my way and whispers, “He’s free entertainment once you get him going. Want some popcorn? My secretary’s very accommodating.” He tops his statement off with a wink. “Why don’t you answer the lady’s question, Dillon?” Gavin asks, glancing over to a clock on the wall. “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have all day, and to be honest, neither do I.”

It appears that Dillon is now grinding his teeth— however— I’m sitting across the room, so I really can’t confirm this. He props his feet on the glass table, and starts twirling his empty glass around in his hand— the sound of the ice clanking with its movement.

“First, Becca,” Dillon says, emphasizing my name, slowly. I kink my head to the side, awaiting his response— my blood starting to boil with this dudes cockiness. What the hell does Emily see in this asshole? “I play second fiddle to no one in this city. Let’s make that clear.” Oh jeez, another laugh from Gavin echoes through the room. I look over to Gail, where she is now shaking her head, giving me a look like she wants to kill me. I guess my question sucked?  “Second, Gavin can hold the title of New York’s most eligible bachelor for as long as he likes. I have a fine piece of ass at home waiting for me right now. As far as I’m concerned, that makes me wealthier in more ways than my friend here will ever know.”   

Considering I’m sitting right next to Gavin, yeah, I can see he’s now grinding his teeth—actually, I can hear him grinding his teeth. A nerve has definitely been hit. Even though the man beside me is one of the most physically attractive specimens that I’ve ever laid my eyes on… the sound is kind of annoying. Okay, think quickly, Becca. Next question!

“They usually say don’t mix friendship with money,” I blurt out, looking at Dillon where the grin aimed in Gavin’s direction is still holding pretty steady.  “So how have the two of you been able to remain friends without the money getting in the way?”

“That’s easy to answer,” Gavin interrupts, leaning forward, his eyes trained on Dillon. “Dillon’s my stockbroker. Without me, he’d be living off of cans of tuna and expired milk. Wouldn’t you agree, Dillon? Considering Blake Industries pretty much funds,” Gavin pauses, smirks, and leans back against the couch, “the real reason you get laid, you’d never allow the money I have to get in the way, would you?”

Oh Jesus. I’m thinking… no, I’m sure my widened eyes are showing I’m starting to get a little uncomfortable right now. Private mammograms and whip cream over blue eyes… Private mammograms and whip cream over blue eyes. 

Sighing, Gail runs a palm over her face and shakes her head. “I’ve created two monsters.”

“Always a wiseass, Gavin,” Dillon huffs out. Gavin lets out a chuckle as I watch Dillon rise to his feet and make his way back over to the mini-bar. Shit. That’s all we need up in here—a drunken brawl. On second thought —I wonder if Dillon would be able to get Gavin’s shirt off during the fight. I’d be able to witness that tattoo first hand. “But like I said before,” Dillon continues, after topping his glass off with a heavy dose of whiskey. He casually strolls back over to his chair, a wicked grin pulling at his lips. “It doesn’t matter how much money you have, Gavin. I still have what you want. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Oh shit. Gavin’s grinding his teeth again— but this time he’s standing up from the couch—his shoulders rigid with palpable hostility. Damn, he has a nice ass. Oh my God, what am I thinking?!? I know what I’m thinking—I better change the damn subject! Think, Becca, think! I can’t believe I’m about to do what I’m about to do.

Without thinking much more about it, I throw myself off the couch, landing hard onto the floor. An audible cry (and not one that I’m faking— because I have now hit my head against the glass —knocking over croissants in the process) slips past my lips. Gail rushes to her feet, but before she can reach me, Gavin kneels down beside me, sliding his hand under my head. Hmm, all of a sudden I feel all warm and fuzzy.  

“Jesus Christ. Are you okay, Becca?” Gavin asks, those whipped cream eyes staring deep into mine as he hovers over me. Unable to think straight, I smile—no doubt looking like a fool, but at this point, I could care less, because Gavin is now lifting me from the floor—the back of my knees dangling over one of his forearms, my head cradled against his shoulder. I have now officially decided to hire Marucs DeLuca from E.L. Montes ‘Disastrous’ to put a hit out on Emily Cooper. I will be Gavin’s new love. Sigh.  Gail rushes over and grabs some ice from the mini bar, wrapping a piece of paper towel around it.

“I don’t know what all the fuss is about,” Dillon huffs out, strolling over to the office door. “She’s fine. I don’t see any blood.” As I watch Gail roll her eyes, and Gavin shake his head, I have now officially decided to add Dillon Parker to Marcus Deluca’s hit list for me. I feel all warm and fuzzy again because— (as Olivia would call him) ‘Douche-Pickle’ leaves Gavin’s office. Over the next thirty minutes, I continue to bask in Gavin’s first aid, making sure I’m okay, as he caters to my every need. Yeah. Emily’s dead meat.  I finally stand from the couch and Gavin reaches for my hand.

“I appreciate you taking the time to do this interview today, Becca. I’ll make sure that my driver see’s you to the airport.” Releasing my hand, and taking my heart with him, Gavin flashes me one of his famous dimpled smiles. “For the inconvenience, I’ve chartered my jet to take you back to Texas.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Gavin,” I say, realizing I can’t wait to get home to see what black dresses I have available. I need to look top notch at Emily’s funeral.

“It’s the least I can do,” Gavin answers, showing Gail and I to the door. “Boss, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yes, Gavin,” Gail replies, walking out of the office, but then, she comes to an abrupt stop, and turns back to face Gavin. “Oh, Emily told me to tell you it’s on for this evening. She’ll be out your penthouse by six.”

Right about the same time a slow, beautiful, breathtaking smile curls Gavin’s lips, I have an overwhelming desire to add Gail to Marcus Deluca’s hit list.

A very special Thank You to Gail McHugh - My interview turned into a full scale Novella! What a wonderful gift! 

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