Welcome back to our 4th of July event, I hope that everyone enjoyed their holiday yesterday! We're still celebrating so grab some left overs, a cold one (whatever your preference), sit back and relax. Today I would like to welcome author, Christine Warner, joining us with a great summer read - her book, Bachelor's Special. Enjoy!
Is the 4th of July a Romantic holiday too?
I know most everyone associates romance and love with Valentine’s Day. But is it the only romantic holiday of the year? I like to think that the 4th of July is another romantic holiday that doesn’t get the recognition it deserves. I think the thing that I like most about the 4th of July is that there isn’t any expectations—you can share it with the one you love and also enjoy it with a group of friends or even solo and have just as much fun.
Look around and note how fireworks from the 4th of July are incorporated into engagement parties, wedding celebrations and anniversaries. All events associated with the big “L” word—LOVE. Brilliant fireworks lighting up the velvet sky with zipping colors, blaring sounds and oohs and aahs from the crowd.
Now what about romance books? Have you ever read a story of a couple meeting, wary of their attraction, only to discover once they touch or kiss some of what they experience is described as fireworks? Flares of heat scorched the blood running through his veins, she closed her eyes to tiny sparkles of light dancing against her lids, the rush of blood sounded inside her head like a burst of firecrackers when their lips met. Maybe those descriptions are a bit over the top, but you get my meaning. lol
Have you ever been at a 4th of July celebration and noticed all the couples sitting in the grass, holding hands, wrapped around each other up close and tight? Or how about the older couple leaning against a railing overlooking the lake as the sky fills with the brilliant colors of an amazing fireworks display—their arms around each other, her head on his shoulder?
Oh, yes, I truly believe that the 4th of July is a romantic holiday that doesn’t get the credit it deserves.
In my latest release—Bachelor’s Special—my heroine Jill Adgate tries to squash the fireworks that shoot across her skin whenever Chet Castle looks in her direction—or heaven forbid if they touch. And Chet isn’t fairing much better. Lol
What about you? Do you think that the 4th of July is as much a romantic holiday as Valentine’s Day?
Bachelor's Special: Jill Adgate wants three things from life: a successful catering business, a family, and the love of an exceptional man. What she has is no job, a mounting pile of bills, and her outspoken best friend—who sets her up on a blind date with the man who inadvertently ruined Jill’s life.Barnes & Noble - Amazon - Kobo
Chet Castle is a businessman who has everything, except the ability to trust. Burned by a money-hungry fiancée, he refuses to get involved in any relationship that has a shelf life longer than a head of lettuce.
Intrigued by her ambition—and determined to get her in bed—Chet offers Jill the chance of a lifetime: work as his live-in chef and he’ll help her get her catering business off the ground. When sparks fly in the kitchen, Jill realizes what’s cooking is a recipe for disaster…
The excerpt I’m sharing has a little taste from both Jill and Chet’s perspective. ENJOY!
EXCERPT:
Her body hummed as his smile wavered. Although he wore
sunglasses, she’d bet her last dollar his gaze swept across her chest,
lingering on the betrayal of her pert nipples pushing against the
fabric of her suit.
Until this moment, shyness had never been a trait she
possessed. Air stalled in her lungs, her palms grew sweaty, and
she itched to cover herself with a towel. Even though her replica
vintage swimsuit hid more than most sets of women’s underwear,
she felt too exposed. She turned to the side slightly and folded her
legs up. Not that it helped, but it made her feel a bit less exposed.
Chet slid his feet from his sandals, brushing a hand through
his hair. The heat from the sun wasn’t the only thing scorching her
skin. She trickled several droplets of water over her arms, but she
couldn’t drag her focus from his toned flesh.
Jill soaked in his ripped abs and the obvious package of
goodies covered by his brown swimsuit—the same sexy brown as
his hair. Damn, did a man have a right to fill out a pair of swimming
trunks like that? Flecks of hair, just enough to give him a manly
appeal, covered the etched muscles of his long, tan legs.
She licked her lips, hoping she could still speak. “Do you want
some privacy?” Yes, say yes. She needed an excuse to make an
escape without coming off like someone desperate to be making
an exit.
…
Hell no, he didn’t want privacy. Through the shield of his sunglasses,
he inspected her body from the tips of her pink-painted toenails
to the top of her brightly flowered swimming cap. Did people still
actually wear those things? “No, you look comfortable. Stay and
enjoy the day.”
“Oh…are you sure?”
“Sure.”
Amazed at his own ability to talk without his tongue hitting
the cement, Chet turned to throw his towel and sunglasses on a
nearby lounge chair. Damn.
The red and white polka-dot halter-style suit featured a tight
bodice, but her slender hips and shapely thighs hiding beneath
a matching skirt grabbed his attention until all oxygen left his
blood. Even showing less skin than the average girl on the beach,
she far exceeded sexy and alluring.
Get a grip, Castle. She’s off limits, no matter how delectable.
He turned and stepped onto the diving board. He bounced
along the surface as he made his way over the water. When he
looked at Jill’s bathing cap covering her head, he held back his
grin. The neon rubber flowers reminded him of something his
grandmother would’ve worn, but there the similarity ended.
Everything beneath that cap was far from making him think of
Grandma.
Her body hummed as his smile wavered. Although he wore
sunglasses, she’d bet her last dollar his gaze swept across her chest,
lingering on the betrayal of her pert nipples pushing against the
fabric of her suit.
Until this moment, shyness had never been a trait she
possessed. Air stalled in her lungs, her palms grew sweaty, and
she itched to cover herself with a towel. Even though her replica
vintage swimsuit hid more than most sets of women’s underwear,
she felt too exposed. She turned to the side slightly and folded her
legs up. Not that it helped, but it made her feel a bit less exposed.
Chet slid his feet from his sandals, brushing a hand through
his hair. The heat from the sun wasn’t the only thing scorching her
skin. She trickled several droplets of water over her arms, but she
couldn’t drag her focus from his toned flesh.
Jill soaked in his ripped abs and the obvious package of
goodies covered by his brown swimsuit—the same sexy brown as
his hair. Damn, did a man have a right to fill out a pair of swimming
trunks like that? Flecks of hair, just enough to give him a manly
appeal, covered the etched muscles of his long, tan legs.
She licked her lips, hoping she could still speak. “Do you want
some privacy?” Yes, say yes. She needed an excuse to make an
escape without coming off like someone desperate to be making
an exit.
…
Hell no, he didn’t want privacy. Through the shield of his sunglasses,
he inspected her body from the tips of her pink-painted toenails
to the top of her brightly flowered swimming cap. Did people still
actually wear those things? “No, you look comfortable. Stay and
enjoy the day.”
“Oh…are you sure?”
“Sure.”
Amazed at his own ability to talk without his tongue hitting
the cement, Chet turned to throw his towel and sunglasses on a
nearby lounge chair. Damn.
The red and white polka-dot halter-style suit featured a tight
bodice, but her slender hips and shapely thighs hiding beneath
a matching skirt grabbed his attention until all oxygen left his
blood. Even showing less skin than the average girl on the beach,
she far exceeded sexy and alluring.
Get a grip, Castle. She’s off limits, no matter how delectable.
He turned and stepped onto the diving board. He bounced
along the surface as he made his way over the water. When he
looked at Jill’s bathing cap covering her head, he held back his
grin. The neon rubber flowers reminded him of something his
grandmother would’ve worn, but there the similarity ended.
Everything beneath that cap was far from making him think of
Grandma.
About Christine:
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends. Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmitic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines.A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on facebook, twitter and her website.website - Twitter @ChristinesWords - Facebook page - Goodreads
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Thank you so much for letting me take over your blog today and for featuring Bachelor's Special :)
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