It’s been hectic as I work to complete the first round edits on my newest Crimson Romance which will be released in April. As soon as I get the go-ahead, watch for The White Carnation, the first book in a trilogy called The Harvester, and yes, it’s romance-suspense.
This week, I’d like to take you back a year to when I was doing this very same thing for last year’s April release from Crimson–Just For The Weekend was my attempt at a regular contemporary romance. Hubby is a big Star Trek fan, and going to a Star Trek Convention is way up there on his bucket list.
Researching the book, I learned that not all those who attends those functions behave themselves. Booze, masks, and away from home often combine negatively. For a shy kindergarten teacher out of her depth, they spell disaster.
About the Book:
It’s time to play with the grown-ups.
Kindergarten teacher Cleo James needs a change. Three years at her widowed dad’s beck and call are enough. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention with her best friend will do for now, and the hot guy who wants to spend time with her only adds to her excitement. After all – it’s just for the weekend. What can possibly go wrong?
Multimillionaire Sam Mason is sick of gold diggers. He’s looking for someone who’ll fall for him, not his wallet. When he meets a shy, green-skinned slave girl, she pushes all his buttons – the best part is she has no idea who he is and mistakenly believes he’s a Chippendale. Between the sexual attraction and too much alcohol, he wakes up married to his green-skinned beauty, but the bride has vanished. Finding her will be a lot harder than he thinks.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Sam and Cleo were half way across the room when Cleo noticed the curious glances they were getting not only from the men but the women too. In fact, it looked as if every woman in the room would gladly switch places with her. She was so busy absorbing this new information that she almost stumbled and didn’t notice the man dressed as Thor until he planted himself in front of her and blocked her path. He swayed, demonstrating he’d definitely had too much to drink.
“Leaving already, sweetheart? You know, I was just getting ready to make my move.”
The half dozen superheroes Cleo noticed standing nearby laughed. “You’re way too hot to waste it on this guy.” He indicated Sam. “He’s just an alien snake man. I’m twice the man he is and a god and an Avenger to boot. Let me show you how a god kisses. Come here.”
He reached out abruptly and grabbed her hair yanking her hard against him. Pain filled her and Cleo squealed.
Suddenly she was free, and the Norse god in question was on the floor, her Cardassian soldier holding him down with a boot on his chest. Hotel security guards, dressed in the infamous Star Trek red shirts, the first guys to die in any episode, rushed to the scene.
“Unless you plan on returning to Asgard permanently, you need to leave, now. Get this asshole out of here. He looked at the man’s friends. I suggest you leave too.”
Sam spoke with authority. Cleo realized, from the tone of his voice, he was used to being obeyed and, from the way the security men nodded, he wasn’t a stranger to them. Perhaps he was one of those so-called whales who frequented the casinos. Men with lots of money who gambled big commanded a lot of respect.
Filthy rich is almost as bad as being a Chippendale. Why can’t he be a nice, normal guy?
“Don’t any of you even think of coming anywhere near her again this weekend. If you do, you’ll regret it,” Sam ordered Thor and his superhero friends, but it sounded as if he were addressing every man in the room. His voice was low and menacing, the threat of violence clear and explicit. Cleo was glad he was on her side. He’d make a powerful enemy. Sam turned to the curiosity seekers who’d gathered around them. “Show’s over.”
Contempt dripped from his voice and Cleo frowned. Once again, she’d been involved unwittingly in actions that had attracted a crowd, and she was grateful to see it disperse. She hadn’t noticed any flashes, and without one, it was too dark in here for a decent picture. Thor grumbled loudly, but allowed himself to be escorted out of the conference room, his friends following along. This was the second time Sam had saved her from some lecherous pig. Disgusted, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. She turned to look for Mitch and Charlie, but they’d disappeared into the crowd. Sam reached for her hand again and led her out into the concourse.
“This is becoming a habit I’d really like to break.” Cleo couldn’t keep the frustration out of her voice. “Thanks for your help. I’m usually quite capable of standing up for myself. I may not enjoy confrontation, but I’m not helpless. What is it with these guys? I’ll admit the outfit’s a little skimpy, but it’s a costume. I’m not pretending to be an Orion slave girl, I’m just dressed like one—big difference in my book. What makes men think it’s okay to touch, leer at, or proposition me? I read the flier in the room. It mentioned the anti-harassment policies and procedures. You started all this. You shouldn’t have kissed me. It’s what got these jerks all hot and bothered in the first place.” She scowled at him.
“You’re right. I’ve apologized for it, but it isn’t enough. I had no business kissing you like that. I’m just as guilty as the next guy, but it wasn’t the costume that excited me. It was you.
She read sincerity in his eyes. “I suppose. After all, the kiss was a reward, right.”
Just For the Weekend is on sale this month along with all the other Crimson Romance titles for less than $2.00
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