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Break on Through, #2
(July 28, 2015, Samhain Publishing)
Love wasn’t in the script…
Break on Through, Book 2
Former man-eater Samantha Lockhart has been an actress long enough to be able to spot a smooth-talking player a mile away. Dark-haired, bourbon-eyed, a wicked smile…Kyle Masterson is one of the best.
From his bad-boy motorcycle boots to his good-ole-boy Southern drawl, everything about Kyle screams sex appeal. But after a tragedy hits close to home, Sam tries to convince herself she’s done with players on and off the stage.
Kyle, a V-twin-riding divorce attorney, has witnessed enough horror stories of love gone wrong to know that while women are welcome in his bed, they’re definitely not in his future. But once the petite, mercurial redhead catches his eye, he can’t think of anything—or anyone—else.
Sam’s trust doesn’t come easy, but the more time they spend together, the deeper they both fall. Yet just as they’re breaking through each other’s barriers, someone who doesn’t like being upstaged makes a deadly play of his own. And if Sam refuses, she may not be able to breathe a word to anyone…ever.
Warning: Contains a small-town thespian who isn’t easily fooled and a lawyer with a weakness for V-twin engines and sassy redheads.
Being an actor, I made a habit of studying people—their facial expressions, the way they moved their bodies. So I could tell this man was comfortable in his own skin and knew the effect he had on others, especially women. He was definitely a player, and I should know because I used to consider myself one as well, but I could also tell he wasn’t just a pretty boy. Nothing got past this guy; his attention was fixed on me in a way I knew he was assessing everything about me—the way I held myself, the kind of dress I had chosen to wear that day, even the way I was watching him.
As much as I enjoyed the exchanging-heated-gazes-across-a-crowded-room cliché, I decided it was time to throw down a challenge. The next time he caught my gaze, I raised the stakes by arching an eyebrow and offering a sly grin, essentially saying without saying, “Hey, I see you over there, staring at me. What are you going to do about it?”
Have I told you recently how much I love being a woman?
Just then, I noticed that Jackson and Jessica had stopped talking and followed the direction of my gaze back to Golden Boy. Jackson broke out in a shit-eating grin, with his eyes crinkling in the corners.
“Glad to see you’re not dead there, Sam,” he joked, giving me a playful nudge.
“Oh please. A little eye-fucking with your golden boy over there hardly means I’m ready for anything.” Then I cocked my head and gave an exaggerated eyelash flutter. “Besides, I’m just minding my own business. I can’t help it if he can’t stop staring at me. Maybe you need to leash him in.”
Jackson shook his head on a low chuckle. “Woman, that’s Kyle Masterson. No one’s ever gonna leash ’im in.”
RULE BREAKER (Break on Through, #1)
A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,
The mind of a pragmatist,
And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF…
Born in California and raised in South Florida, I’ve moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I’ve worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I am tickled pink with glitter over this good piece of fortune.
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