July 21, 2016

2016 Summer #RomanticIdea: Ilona’s Wolf by Lyndi Lamont



Lyndi’s Summer #RomanticIdea

“A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou” - The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám 

I love that quote, and it makes me think of romantic summer picnics—at the beach, by a lake, in the mountains or a park—whatever location works best where you live or vacation. But what to pack? Wine, bread, meat and cheese are a given, but don’t forget the summer fruit—ripe red strawberries, lush juicy peaches or crisp apples. There’s nothing like a taste of fruit to sweeten a kiss. 


Ilona's Wolf
by Lyndi Lamont

Steamy Paranormal Romance

 Blurb:

Imagine a world filled with magic, a tormented knight, a damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer... 

While picking herbs in the woods, Princess Ilona is rescued from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly transformed into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate love to her in a glade. 

Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was trapped in wolf form until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a hazardous journey back to the castle to stop an ill-fated wedding. 

Passion flares between them, but both know there is no future for Ilona and her werewolf. Or is there? In a world where magic and passion combine, anything may be possible. 


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 Excerpt: 

She sat frozen, her back to the tree. Oh, gods, don't let it see me. She tried to cast an invisibility spell, but to no avail. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek.  

Opening her eyes a slit, she stared into the face of the wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he'd been tamed. She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate danger. "Good wolf," she stammered. 

She held out one shaking fist, and the wolf sniffed it before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg. Carefully, she touched it, stroking the soft fur.  

Relief flooded through her. Saved by a wolf, of all creatures. "Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I'd no wish to be ravished by the likes of him." 

The wolf lifted its head and seemed to smile up at her, mouth open, tongue lolling.  

She smiled at the canine as she continued to pet it. "Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but 'tis not exactly what a girl dreams of. Where's my knight on a white steed? 'Tis he who is supposed to do the rescuing." 

When the wolf lowered his head, sniffing between her legs, she laughed and pushed it away. "Rude creature." 

The animal responded by sitting up and resting its head on her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on its head. "Do not misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner." 

The familiar sadness filled her at the memory of her husband. "I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will come for me, a handsome knight to protect us and make sweet, passionate love to me." 

The wolf whined and raised his head to lick her cheek. Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked her full on the mouth. She closed her eyes, stunned when her powers came rushing back, like a flood of magic coursing around her. 

Turning aside, she summoned her basket to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up, staring at the basket. Her vision seemed to blur as the wolf's face slowly became humanlike, then shifted back. She must have hit her head harder than she'd thought if she was seeing things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded. 

When she peeked again, the wolf was gone, and a naked man crouched in front of her. A handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes.


Interview with Sir Rolf of Klosterlupe: 

Thanks for sitting down with me today, Sir Rolf. I just have a few questions for you. What can you tell us about your birthplace? 

All I know is that I was born somewhere in the Kingdom of Velosia. When I was but a small cub, er, lad, my parents dropped me at Klosterlupe where the monks took me in. Apparently small werewolves are unable to control their shifts. People without magic have no idea how to deal with a situation like that. Still, I would like to learn who my people are some day. 

What schooling did you have? 
I was educated at Klosterlupe, home to the Brotherhood of the wolf, a chivalric order, where I was  trained in the knightly arts. 

What is your job? 
I am a knight in the King’s Guard. 

What is your most important goal?
Protecting my princess and her family, of course. I owe her a great debt, not to mention she is the love of my life. 

What is your worst fear or nightmare?
Being trapped again in animal form and unable to shift. That was most disconcerting!



Author Bio: 

Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of romance author Linda McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. 

Find her online at: 





Twitter: @LyndiLamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont


July 3, 2016

If you love to read #ContemporarySuspense...



HAVING SUPERIOR HEARING IS NOT NECESSARILY A GOOD THING.

Molly has great hearing, which her parents discovered early on. They had her eavesdrop on a politician and then try to blackmail him. Instead, he had the parents arrested and sent to jail, leaving Molly a ward of the Family Foster system. That was a nightmare she tries very hard to forget.

Since then she’s been very careful not to let anyone know about her excellent hearing. Until she hears a drug lord telling his thug to take the puppies to the NJ Wetlands and gut them to retrieve the drugs.

Molly gasps in horror. When DTX realizes she heard his boss, he goes after her. Molly’s a good runner, but can she outlast this giant thug?


Saving Molly


By

Liza O’Connor

Book 2 of the
Requires Rescue Series


Contemporary Suspense


Sometimes even the strong
requires a helping hand.

Blurb


Molly Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent upon killing her. At first, Detective Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection, he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.

EXCERPT

“Hi there. Sorry to bother you,” Molly Brown said as she flashed her smile. “Could you call 911 and tell them a scary man is following me?”
The man in a tailored suit, talking on his phone, stopped and stared as Molly continued weaving through the tourists and New Yorkers moving down Broadway.
She saw a young man up ahead and thought he might help. “Hello, could you call 911 for me?” she asked as she beamed him her dimpled grin. “There’s a very scary guy following me.”
The guy slowed and looked behind him while Molly moved on.
“Hi,” she said to a woman, who frowned and moved away from her.
She rather missed her childhood when her smile could get her anything she wanted. Now it was hit or miss, and today was clearly a miss.
“Sorry to bother you, but could you call 911?” she asked another businessman, giving him her sweetest smile. “There’s a big scary guy following me.” He frowned at her and moved away, continuing the conversation he was on.
Today, it seemed her smile wasn’t working at all.
If only she had her own phone. But she’d lost her job as a photocopy salesgirl a week ago and along with it, her very nice cell phone. She tried to get them to let her keep it as a souvenir, but her boss just gripped his forehead and shook his head.
“That’s a lovely red scarf you have,” she said to a bag lady. “I bet you have a phone.”
The woman hugged her bag and sped up.
Molly matched her stride. “I think everyone deserves to have a phone. I used to have one, but now all I have is a scary guy following me. Could you call 911 and let them know?” She finished her request with a smile.
The wheezing sound she’d been running from, then jogging, and now walking from was getting louder, alerting her that she needed to make shorter requests, or the big scary guy was going to catch her.
In desperation, she shortened her plea as she sped up her pace. “Will someone call 911? A big scary man is following me. Anyone?” She still smiled, but no longer made eye contact with the people she passed. She just smiled and repeated her plea as she rushed as fast as her pulled muscles could move her, desperate to get away from the wheezing scary guy.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. 

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July 2, 2016

My Sexy Saturday - My Sexy Jungle Boss #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7



Welcome to the 148thweek of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: My Sexy Boss

I'm sharing seven paragraphs from my recent June 30th release: 
Lord of the Jungle


Readers, please visit My Sexy Saturday at their new Author Central where they’ll share more from authors besides Saturday’s snippets. MSS would love to have you there as they start new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

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Setup: Having rescued Jane first from drowning in the ocean, then a hungry shark, and now from a jaguar, he's picked her up and climbed a tree to keep her safe from further ground-based danger.

Tarzan reached behind himself to feel for the tree’s trunk, then carefully leaned his back against the scratchy surface.
The female’s arms unfolded and her body slid lower. “I hope there’s no spiders up here.”


Concerned she’d slip off entirely or lose her balance, he cupped his palms under the roundness of her butt. He’d intended to only protect her from falling out of the tree, but what his hands discovered would be forever imprinted in his memory.

The strange covering over her legs hid nothing from his touch. The female’s butt fit in his hands perfectly as his fingers tightened on each side. He lifted her up, then slid her down, closer to his straining male need.

Her heels dug into the small of his back and she exhaled a breathy sigh.

Tarzan repeated the motion, which further hardened his mating tool.

The female closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “Oh my God…”

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 I hope you enjoyed the selection! If you're interested in reading the rest of Tarzan and Jane's story, click on a link below.

Blurb

A shipwrecked woman.
The uncharted island.

Jane Porter craves a thrill but when marauders scuttle her ship and she washes ashore onto an island inhabited by animals and one sexy wildman, that’s when the real adventure begins. Dependent upon her vine-swinging rescuer who acts more ape than musclebound man, she places her survival in his rugged hands and relinquishes her desire to his raw sensuality.
For more seasons than he can remember, Tarzan has lived among the tiny island’s gorilla band. Instinct propels him to save the female he finds half-dead in the surf, but gazing into her eyes, his mating tool dances an ancient tribal beat.

While the pirates search for their bounty, Tarzan and Jane are in danger. To survive, they’ll have to hang onto each other as they swing for dear life. Their adrenaline-rush of passion among the canopy of the jungle threatens not only a dizzying fall from a great height, but also into love.




July 1, 2016

Til Life Do Us Part, by Carmen Stefanescu #RomanticIdea

Carmen is joining me again for a few more romantic summer ideas!

Here are some romantic ideas to rekindle the spark:
Learn a romantic foreign language.
Take an intro-class together for a language that neither of you speak -  French, Italian, Spanish or Romanian  simply sound romantic -  and practice whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, in that new language!
Cuddle up together in a horse-drawn carriage ride.
You’ll probably feel like you are in a romantic comedy, and that’s a good thing.
Read each other’s Tarot Cards.
Take turns reading each other’s fortunes using Tarot Cards. Even if you don’t believe in astrology, it will make for one fun evening spent together.
Go on a ghost tour together.
Find the nearest ghost tour in your city and head out on the adventure together. At least you’ll have someone’s hand to hold onto should things start to get a little spooky.
Feed each other fondue at home.
It really doesn’t get sexier than feeding each other chocolate dipped strawberries.


Till Life Do Us Part 

Publisher: Solstice Publishing

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

Reincarnation, Mystery, Suspense

Release date: 9th June 2016

Blurb

Barbara Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his innocence.

Becoming smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?

Barbara and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.




 Author Bio

Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.

Teacher of English and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of communist oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books.

         Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.

          Carmen joined the volunteer staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog, and is the coordinator of #Thursday13 posts.

You can stalk the author here:







Trailer for Till Life Do Us Part: https://youtu.be/UbuntlWISc0

Excerpt

Barbara stroked her chin still undecided what to do. Then leaning forward toward Patrick she took his hand in hers. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Patrick. Even if it came so late. I needed to know it.” She stood up, and to hide her emotion fiddled with the empty coffee cups on the table.
Patrick came closer and turned her to face him, gathering her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair and then he stroked it back from her face in a gesture of utmost tenderness.
Her whole body was burning with an unquenchable fever, and her head felt light as she savored his touch. She loved him so much it hurt. If only he would tell her that he loved her, too. She barely had time to register the feeling before his mouth closed over hers, possessive and eager, leaving her breathless.
“Dear Barbara,” he whispered and wrapping an arm around her waist he deepened the kiss. The scent of him assaulted her senses. His chest was hard, his masculinity overwhelming.
She quivered, wanting more of his kiss. For one blissful moment, she knew only raw heat, the sensual intimacy of his tongue twining with hers, a rush of giddy pleasure that left her senseless, blindly clinging to him.
She hadn’t expected him to kiss so hungrily. She locked her arms behind his neck and looked up into his eyes. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He bent his head and she closed her eyes, trembling a little as his lips roved over her eyelids and nose and cheeks, before settling on her mouth again.
Patrick whispered, with an unsteady smile, close to her lips. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the first day I met you. Perhaps I wasn’t aware of it right then. But later...”
“Shhh,” she whispered back. “No need for an explanation.”
Their breathing mingled raggedly, and he held her tight. Barbara shook from head to foot, overwhelmed by the rush of desire enveloping her. For a long, mindless interval they stood locked in each other’s arms, deaf and blind to anything other than the primeval forces joining them together in mutual need.
And then, he frowned and as though cold water had been poured over his head, he shook his head and let her go. His eyes blazed with suppressed desire. He cleared his voice. “I didn’t mean to do this,” he said loosening his tie. “If you and I ever progress beyond this stage, Barbara, it’s up to you to make the move. I have to go back to work now. I’ll phone you before we leave the precinct,” he said and stormed out of the room.

June 30, 2016

Stranger In My House by Mari Manning #RomanticIdea


Here is a #romanticidea ripped from the headlines…of a small town newspaper:
Have a slice of watermelon for dessert. Here’s how to make it romantic:
After dinner, cut a generous slice from a huge, seedy watermelon. You must settle yourself on your door step or deck or porch to consume it. Spit out the seeds. In fact, spit them as far as you can. The best spitter gets to watch the loser do the dinner dishes.



About Stranger in My House by Mari Manning
When Officer Kirby Swallow’s half-sister is threatened, Kirby assumes her sister’s identity and journeys to the remote Texas ranch her sister calls home to catch a killer. Kirby confronts a growing list of suspects and a rising body count, not to mention the ranch manager, Seth Maguire, who sees past the charade to the warm, generous girl beneath. But can Kirby trust a man who rejects the one thing she holds dear: family? Her love dares all, but as the killer closes in, will it also be blind?
Self-reliant Seth Maguire is manager of the struggling Shaw Valley Ranch. His future appears empty until the ranch's wild, unpredictable heiress suddenly morphs into a very hot lady cop. What starts out as just another seduction turns into something deep and, for him, frightening. Then the killer is revealed and Seth is faced with an impossible choice. Will his fragile, uncertain love be enough to save Kirby?

Buy links to all the major electronic sites are here: http://www.entangledpublishing.com/stranger-in-my-house/


An excerpt from Stranger in My House
The aroma of fresh coffee drifted past Kirby’s nose. A man’s raspy breath sawed the air. A wool blanket tickled her neck. Her eyelids drifted open. Planks of varnished redwood stretched across the ceiling.
Where am I?
“Thought you might sleep all morning.”
Kirby bolted up. She was in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange house. Maguire slouched against the doorjamb, slurping coffee and studying her. Rumpled curls, muscular chest, vee of dark hair running down his belly, sweatpants hanging on narrow hips.
Alarm jolted through her. He looked satisfied and sexy. What happened last night? Had he… Had she? Lord Almighty! Had she slept with Maguire? A searing pain drove through her head, and she fell back against the pillows.
“What…am…I…doing…here?” Her mouth was dry, her tongue thick. As if she’d been on a bender.
Maguire pulled up a chair. The scrape of chair legs against wood vibrated inside her head like thunder. “Found you wandering around last night,” he said.
“Last night?” She remembered the sudden crush of exhaustion, of feeling too tired to hold up her head. Then nothing. Not putting on her T-shirt or brushing her teeth or turning down the bed. Speaking of T-shirts, what was she wearing, if anything? She brushed her fingers over her hips. The Rangers jersey twisted securely around her.
“Just after midnight. You were banging on the barn.”
“I don’t remember.” Her emotions swung between sheer embarrassment and sheer terror at being discovered. Either way, she couldn’t bear to look at him. “Was I, uh—I mean, did I, uh, do anything?”
“After the striptease?”
Shocked, she whipped her head around.


 About Mari Manning


Let’s start with the fun stuff. I love small towns, mysteries, quiet men, laughter, old-fashioned spaghetti dinners. I love boots and shopping and jokes and Hershey’s dark chocolate and white wine. I love lots of things. But my first love is reading.
I love to read. Just about anything, but it has to be well-written. I go through periods where I am into historical novels or romance or mystery or history or biography. I never know when my desires will suddenly change.
Now for the writer-ish, official stuff: Mari Manning is the author of several contemporary romances and three romantic suspense novels set in the Texas Hill Country. Stranger at My Door is the first in her A Murder in Teas series. The second, Stranger in My House will be released by Entangled on June 13. The third book in the series is Stranger in My Bed. Currently Mari is working on a series of cozy mysteries.
She and her husband live in Chicago.

Contact Mari at manningillinois@gmail.com
Visit Mari's website at www.marimanning.com
Follow Mari @mari_manning on Twitter

June 23, 2016

One Week To Go!



Hi Everyone!

I’m so excited my new book LORD OF THE JUNGLE will go into the world next Thursday, June 30th.



Blurb:

A shipwrecked woman.
The uncharted island. 

Jane Porter craves a thrill but when marauders scuttle her ship and she washes ashore onto an island inhabited by animals and one sexy wildman, that’s when the real adventure begins. Dependent upon her vine-swinging rescuer who acts more ape than musclebound man, she places her survival in his rugged hands and relinquishes her desire to his raw sensuality.

For more seasons than he can remember, Tarzan has lived among the tiny island’s gorilla band. Instinct propels him to save the female he finds half-dead in the surf, but gazing into her eyes, his mating tool dances an ancient tribal beat.


While the pirates search for their bounty, Tarzan and Jane are in danger. To survive, they’ll have to hang onto each other as they swing for dear life. Their adrenaline-rush of passion among the jungle's canopy threatens not only a dizzy fall from high above, but also a crash into love.
 


Have a great rest of the week!
XO,


Sheri

June 22, 2016

Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush, by Victoria Pinder #RomanticIdea



I've been introduced to an New-To-Me contemporary romance author:


Victoria Pinder



Book Title: Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush 

Date Published:  Re-released April 30, 2016 

Purchase Link: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1SrKB7I




Synopsis:





Penny moves back to Miami to start her new job. She must start on Monday, so she has a list of things to accomplish.

A: Find a place to live.

B: Avoid her mother.

C: Reconnect with old high school friends. There was her best friend, Sandra, the dramatic Eva, the dark Michael, her half-brother Wyatt, and her old high school crush Jay.

Jay had never looked twice at her except as a partner in math league, but at least these people respected her.

Jay spots Penny immediately and sets a plan in action. He needs her to pretend to be his date this week. She’s practical minded and stable, which is what he needs his investors to see in him.

Penny’s caught in a whirlwind of plots. Her gold digging mother, Jay’s, Jay’s mother whose out to stop him, and her own plans are being thrown off course. Worst of it is that she’s falling for Jay, all over again.



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Author Bio:



Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked in engineering, after passing many tests proving how easy Math came to her. Then hating her life at the age of twenty four, she decided to go to law school. Four years later, after passing the bar and practicing very little, she realized that she hates the practice of law. She refused to one day turn 50 and realize she had nothing but her career and hours at a desk. After realizing she needed change, she became a high school teacher. Teaching is rewarding, but writing is a passion.

During all this time, she always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, and Victoria spent too many years living other people’s dreams, but when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious. The middle school year book when someone wrote in it that one day she’d be a writer made sense when she turned thirty.

She’s always been determined. She is amazing, adventurous and assured on a regular basis. Her website is  www.victoriapinder.com.

Member of Florida Romance Writers, Contemporary Romance, Celtic Hearts and Savvy Authors.



For a free novella of Returning for Valentine’s Please Click here: http://victoriapinder.com/returningforvalentineshorttimeoffer





Excerpt:



“Home, sweet, err…coffee.”

Getting out of her car, Penelope brushed her worn jeans to get out a small wrinkle. Not that it mattered. She smelled the coffee drawing her to the door. The delicious aroma of freshly brewed java that could wake her up waited inside. Gainesville had coffee shops, but nothing that held her heart like this place. In high school, this place was her mecca. Her stomach grumbled for the familiar drink.

The coffee shop looked almost the same as it had years ago, except for the aluminum tables and wooden chairs with red cushions. She remembered the plaid chairs and brown tables, but the place still calmed her, like she was coming home.

She stepped up to the counter. “I’ll have a cinnamon dulce nonfat latte, please.”

Leaving Gainesville after college had always been the plan. Just never back to Miami, but she’d changed. She could live here now.

She checked her lip gloss while she waited for the latte at the counter.

When she accepted the promotion from part-time to full-time, she knew she would have to face her mother and the catch of the month, Lars, her mother’s plastic surgeon. What that woman would do for a free tummy tuck.

The job she’d accepted had offered to triple her salary, provided she moved to the Coral Gables office. Somehow, she’d avoid her mother until necessary. What was the man’s name with money this week? Penny ignored that last call, knowing the man with the largest wallet always took precedence over whatever Penelope needed. She watched the barista get the nonfat milk and finish her latte. She’d succeed here, now. She had to.

She’d call Sandra, Eva, John, and Michael later. Wyatt, her half-brother, was stationed overseas, so she’d wait for his weekly call. These people were her real family.

The man handed her the latte. The first sip gave her the strength to do this. The tightness of the ride dissipated while she tasted her liquid savior. Sighing, she tasted heaven, the wake-up to her day.

Penelope.”

Though the unmistakable voice was deeper, she knew who it was without even turning. Her high school crush, who never noticed her beyond her brain. Pulling at her pink tank top, she wished she’d worn better clothes. “John Jay.”

His steely blue eyes and sandy blond hair were the same color, but his build had grown more muscular. The leanness of his youth had given way to broad shoulders and hard, muscular arms. He had a straight, faded scar on his left cheek that was new—probably a bar fight. Rich boy wore his fancy, perfectly fitted polo and jeans, and was definitely hotter with age. His million-dollar smile and devastating dimples sparked a warm flush that sped through her all the way to the tips of her toes.

“I’m going by Jay these days. It’s less formal.” He winked at her, turning off his tablet and pointing her to his table.

“It’s a good name, but I still prefer Dimples,” she teased. “It’s what I called you on online whenever I needed you.”

His rich, deep laugh sent that familiar spark through her.

Damn. Rich boy knew his effect on women, including her. He could manipulate her when she went quiet, but she’d learned a lot in college. She’d not let him weaken her.