Exquisite Betrayal by A.M. Hargrove, one of my favorite author, is having a blog tour! *squeals*
Exquisite Betrayal by A.M. Hargrove
Publication Date: December 17, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A male Romance Author… a convention in Vegas… a female book blogger… a goal to lose her virginity… what happens when you mix all the above?
Fallon McKinley is headed to Vegas for the Wicked Wenches Romance Con and losing her virginity is only one of her goals. The other is to meet her favorite author of romance novels, R.T. Sinclair. What she doesn’t realize is that the sexy green-eyed god she rams into at the airport is the real R.T. When they keep running into each other, she’s shocked, but excited, because the attraction is irresistible.
Ryland Thomas Sinclair doesn’t want anyone to know his true identity. He’s the author that all women love, but everyone thinks he’s a female. He hides his persona behind the public face of his twin sister, keeping his own a secret. But after meeting the lovely Fallon, his intentions to avoid a relationship come to a screeching halt. She’s put an unwanted kink into his perfectly laid out plans. His unusual reaction surprises him because after a heart-shredding breakup a few years ago, he’s managed to avoid women at all costs.
Resisting Fallon becomes more difficult than he imagines. Soon things are spiraling out of control, until a major miscommunication has Fallon walking out of his home and his life. Will Ryland Thomas succeed in losing the woman he loves? Or can he win her back?
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**You have been warned**
When he spins me around, those green eyes of his consume me and I want to tear his clothes off right then and there. I can feel the strength of his arms as he pulls me close. His touch sends fire scorching across my back that dives straight between my legs. My panties become damp. Shit, that’s never happened to me before. I can’t stop staring at his mouth, those full lips that I’m dying to suck, because I know any second now, he’s gonna let me go and walk away. This time turns out different, though.
I’m suddenly tasting whiskey and peppermint as his tongue plunges into my mouth. And, hot damn, it’s a heady combination. Not a bit of my mouth escapes untouched, either. I never knew a kiss until Ryland. My arms don’t creep, they don’t inch, they suddenly latch around his neck like it’s a lifeline and I’m drowning. In a sense, I am. I’m immersed in him… in his lips and tongue as they move, suck and kiss me as though he means it. He’s not playing nice; he’s pulling out all stops here.
I clench him to me and my hands are in his hair, tangled in dark blond waves of thickness. When the music stops, I only know it because he breaks off the kiss. We’re still wound together like twines of a rope as he whispers to me, “I think we need to move away from here. We’ve drawn a bit of attention to ourselves.”
“Huh?” I couldn’t care less, but I look up to see dozens of eyes on us.
He threads his fingers through mine and then we head to the back bar where he orders us up another round. I can’t speak, I’m still blown away. He is so fuckable that he has me tied up in knots; my body on the verge of imploding with the sensations I’m experiencing. My vision is distorted by his extraordinary sexiness. Every nerve ending screams for his touch while the hollows of his cheeks beg for my lips to kiss them. His eyes are like magic the way they tunnel straight into my soul.
My heart thrums and electricity shoots through me as he plays with my wrist by skimming his fingers back and forth. I shiver. His hands could have me on my knees, begging, in seconds if he only knew.
“Cold?” He hands me my shot and my drink.
I shake my head and thank him.
“You’re beautiful. Almost unbelievable.”
His words are unexpected and I nearly choke on my shot.
It’s not a question but a statement. I nod. My dorkiness emerges and I can’t speak due to the burn of the tequila. What I want to do is scream, however then I’d really look like a moron.
“You okay, love? Your face is quite red.”
“Yes.” It comes out as a hiss and he starts laughing.
“Tequila a bit rough then?”
I nod and he laughs again as he pats my back.
“Whew,” I’m finally able to get out. I down quite a bit of my vodka drink, beginning to feel the effects of the liquor as my buzz kicks in.
“So, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
The question catches me off guard, so I throw it back. “From you.”
Green eyes widen and then he lets loose a good belly laugh. “Then I must be a bloody good teacher.”
About the author:
One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).
So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a YA/NA and Adult Romance writer. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent and Beginnings); Dark Waltz and Tragically Flawed.
Other than being in love with writing about being in love, she loves chocolate, ice cream and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.