Yup, it’s that time. Book release week means y’all are gonna be inundated, bombarded, deluged, drenched… well, you get the picture. You’re gonna hear a lot about The Valentine Wager, which releases this Tuesday, February 1. I am over-the-moon excited and I hope you are, too. This is Book 1 in the Lange Brothers series–my three brothers who are all first responders in River’s Edge, Indiana. Yeah, we grow ’em brave, compassionate, and kinda sexy in the Hoosier state (and not just in my imagination!).
If you pre-ordered, The Valentine Wager will be on your e-reader when you wake up Tuesday morning. If you haven’t, why not? Oh, sorry, I mean, if you haven’t, I hope you will. I’ve already given you two links to the book and I’m only 115 words into this blog post.
Here, without further ado, is the blurb for Ryker Lange and Kitt Boynton’s story and then a little snippet because this is, after all, Snippet Sunday:
When playboy police lieutenant Ryker Lange stops Kitt Boynton for driving on the wrong side of the road, his attraction to the feisty Irish lass is immediate. Yet, despite the sizzling chemistry between them, Kitt quickly turns him down.
Kitt has moved to River’s Edge for a fresh start and is ready to focus on her new marketing job at her cousins’ winery. She’s done with players, and vows she won’t let the local sexy cop distract her, but Kitt, a flirt herself, is definitely tempted. To keep her sanity as she prepares for several Valentine-themed winery events, she and Ryker make a bet: for the next three weeks, neither of them can flirt with the other.
The game starts out lighthearted, but when the town takes sides, Ryker and Kitt must choose between winning a wager or finding lasting love.
And an excerpt because snippets are fun, especially on Snippet Sunday. How about their first kiss?
The kiss was everything Kitt had fantasized about Ryker Lange since that first morning when he’d peered into her car window. Easy and gentle at first, then building in urgency until she was drowning in his lips, his arm around her, his gloved hand holding her head steady as he ravaged her mouth. How could she not respond? All in all, it was a remarkable kiss. His lips were soft; their tongues tangled in a thrust-and-parry that left her breathless. When he finally lifted his mouth, the hunger in his stormy eyes made her toes curl inside her riding boots.
Dear God in heaven, how I want him.
He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing uneven, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his heart or hers she felt thumping through the of the layers of clothing between them. A flurry of expressions chased across his face before settling on a quiet upturn of his lips, a contradiction of arrogance and vulnerability that disarmed her completely.
“Oh, God, and ye can kiss, too.” She gasped when she realized she’d said the words out loud and, fingers splayed against his parka, she pushed away from him. “Why are you deliberately making yourself more attractive to me? How is that fair?”
And we’re off! I’ll keep you posted where I’ll be for the next couple of weeks–I’ll be all over the internet, I promise. Meanwhile, stay well, stay safe, wear your mask, be kind, and most of all, mes amies, stay grateful.